◽The Next Day — Sunday, 8th May 2050◽
Mei walked into the dining room, glancing around. 「Oh… JJ’s not here.」Hana grinned. 「Yeah, he went to the station. That corrupt commissioner is finally getting what’s coming to him.」Mei raised an eyebrow. 「I take it JJ’s there to testify?」Hana giggled. 「No… he’s there to hate.」Mei laughed, covering her mouth. 「Oh… that sounds like him.」Jiyeon asked curiously, 「Did you want something from him?」Mei blushed. 「I wanted to speak to MJ about a piece I’m working on…」Miyeon smiled teasingly. 「After what happened last night, I’m surprised you still want another ‘piece.’」
Mei’s cheeks burned in embarrassment.
Jiyeon waved her hand. 「Just ignore her, Mei. JJ’ll be back this afternoon. You can wait for him if you want.」Mei cleared her throat. 「It’s okay… I’ll use this time to see my brothers.」Hana nodded. 「Alright.」 Mei left.
◽Police Station◽
Jerry muttered quietly. 「…」Itadori glanced at him. 「You’re surprisingly quiet.」Jerry tapped his temple with a finger. 「Having the biggest haters living in your head requires you to be emotionless.」Itadori laughed. 「Knowing you guys, you’d probably throw a ‘retirement party’ for Ito and not invite him.」「That’s a great idea.」Itadori scoffed. 「Please don’t… the last thing I need is curses thrown my way.」
Ito stormed out of the office, glaring angrily.
Jerry composed himself. 「Commissioner Ito… no, former Commissioner Ito… I’m deeply saddened by your retirement.」Ito’s glare was like daggers. 「What?!」
Itadori barely contained his laughter.
Jerry continued calmly. 「Don’t get me wrong, being classified as mentally challenged has its pros and cons. But you’re a strong Japanese man. I’m sure you’ll be alright.」
Other officers tried not to laugh.
Ito punched Jerry in rage—but it had no effect. Shocked, he muttered, 【Hitting him feels like hitting a mountain…】Jerry sighed dramatically. 「Poor old man Ito… you shouldn’t hit younger men; it’ll hurt your frail bones. But I guess you have the right to do whatever you want, right?」 The precinct erupted in laughter. And Ito left.Jerry raised his voice. 「I’m bringing my grill next Tuesday. Who’s up for wagyu beef?」 Cheers echoed.Hidashi Tomora, Minister of National Defense, stepped out. 「You don’t mind me joining, right?」 The room went silent, officers snapping to attention.Jerry nodded respectfully. 「No, Minister. We’ll be honored.」Hidashi smirked. 「Bring your grill. My granddaughter’s birthday is this Saturday. All of you can join.」Itadori chuckled nervously. 「I didn’t know we were that famous.」Hidashi replied confidently. 「Detective Itadori… you guys are. All of Japan says that’s how true patriotic police officers should act.」Jerry eyed Hidashi suspiciously. 「Minister… what favor do you want to ask?」Hidashi chuckled. 「Let’s speak in the chief's office.」Jerry replied firmly. 「Only if Detective Itadori and Fujiwara can join.」Hidashi nodded. 「Sure.」
◽Inside the Chief's Office◽
Hidashi sat behind the desk, expression serious. 「I’ll cut straight to the point. Kaigen Toshi’s 3rd police department—your department—is currently the hot topic among all ministers and the nation.」Jerry stood with Fujiwara and Itadori. 「So… you’re running for prime minister, aren’t you?」Hidashi nodded. 「Correct. That punk from the Suzuki family doesn’t belong.」Jerry smirked. 「You mean Hitoshi? I can agree with that.」Hidashi chuckled. 「I knew you’d understand. So… what do you say? Help me become prime minister and take that nepotistic brat out of office.」Jerry slid a paper across the desk. 「And that's what we'd want. 」Hidashi read the list, laughed lightly. 「I see… yeah, sure. I can do that. What about these two?」Itadori chuckled. 「If Jerry made the demands, there’s nothing more for us to ask.」Hidashi stood and shook Jerry’s hand. 「I appreciate your attendance this Saturday.」Jerry grinned. 「With me behind the grill, no braai will be boring.」Hidashi nodded. 「See you then.」Then he left the office. Fujiwara exhaled in relief. 「If he wins… does that mean…?」Jerry nodded. 「Yes. But it also means more breathing room in the city, and we can expand our influence outside the south.」Itadori agreed. 「That’s true.」
◽Two Hours Later — Street◽
Mei walked down the street, smiling. 【It’s good to see Wei and Lei doing okay… now to go to the supermarket, then make something for MJ.】
A minivan screeched to a halt in front of her.
「Hey!」
Before she could react, the door opened.
Kidnapper #01 lunged, grabbing her. The door slammed shut and the vehicle sped away.
Mei struggled as three men restrained her. 【Why is this happening? Who are they?!】She screamed. 「HELP—」
Kidnapper #02 clamped a hand over her mouth.
Kidnapper #03 pressed a knife to her neck. 「Scream and you die.」
Mei froze, nodding obediently.
Kidnapper #03 smirked. 「Good… you understand.」 He glanced at Kidnapper #01. 「Why are we even taking this job again?」Kidnapper #01 shrugged. 「Best not to ask questions.」Kidnapper #04 added, 「The boss wanted her. We’ll get paid. That’s it. Whatever happens to her is none of our business.」
◽One Hour Later — Undisclosed Location◽
Kidnapper #02 threw Mei to the floor. 「Here she is, boss.」Red Asura smirked. 「You did well.」Mei’s eyes widened. 【Who… who is that?】Red Asura chuckled. 「Like I said… we don’t need Akuma. We can handle this ourselves.」Yong stepped forward, grinning wickedly. 「Hi Mei… did you miss Zhang Mei?」
Mei barely had time to react before Yong kicked her across the face.
Yong grabbed her hair. 「You actually thought you could escape? I’ll teach you what happens to disobedient bitches.」 He dragged her away.Kidnapper #03 asked nervously, 「Now what do we do, boss?」Red Asura chuckled. 「We’ll strike later tonight. Don’t worry.」
◽Later That Night◽
【How did it come to this…】Jerry searched frantically.【You don’t think…】MJ said his train of thought trailing off.【No… it can’t be. Just because we can’t get her scent doesn’t mean she’s dead.】【Then why can’t we find her? The N.W.O must be involved.】MJ said worried.【Damn… you might have a point.】Jerry agreed with him. ⟦Dad, stop.⟧ Iris commanded.Jerry froze. 「What is it?」 ⟦It’s Mei… she just went online.⟧ Iris told him.Jerry grabbed his phone, navigating to Mei’s page. 「Shit… she’s up north. Iris, track her location.」Iris hesitated. ⟦Are you sure, dad? You might get hurt.⟧Jerry clenched his jaw. 「Better than watching Mei die…」 He took a deep breath. ⟦Alright… but I’ll have to notify the family if you do.⟧Jerry exhaled deeply. 「Do it. Blanco… one hour tops, but save Mei first.」Blanco laughed maniacally. 【Oh… why don’t you ask Psyc? Isn’t he your old reliable?】「I’m not jellyfishing right now. With you, we can make it in under 30 minutes.」Jerry said composed.Blanco scoffed. 【Pfft… forget it. No need to help MJ’s whore.】Jerry muttered, 「First dibs when someone strong enough to handle a real fight shows up.」Blanco took control, hair and pupils shifting to the color blanco. 「Thirty minutes. I’ll be there in less.」
◽Ten Minutes Later — On the Cliff◽
Mei’s body was battered, tears streaming down her face. 【In this state… MJ won’t want to be with me again…】 She wiped her tears, glancing at her phone.「Before I leave… thanks for everything you did for me, MJ.」
With a trembling hand, she stepped off the cliff, her live stream still running.
Blanco shouted from a distance. 「MEI!!!」Mei gasped. 「MJ…?」
A deafening crash echoed from below. The dust cleared, and Blanco’s form shifted — Psyc now laid beneath her.
Mei sank onto something solid, coughing from the debris. 【Wait… I didn’t wear a hoodie… what’s happening here?】Psyc coughed as well. 「You okay, Mei?」She looked down at him, eyes wide with fear. 「Y-yeah… Psyc… is that…? Are you okay? There’s a metal rod in your chest!」Psyc chuckled. 「Really… the hoodie and shirt did their job. Kept you safe.」 He coughed again. 「Fuck… Blanco’s really a drain on this body.」 He stood, brushing off the dust, and motioned for her to follow as they moved out of the cloud.Mei’s voice trembled. 「We need to get you to a hospital.」Psyc nodded. 「Yeah, I know a guy… but first…」 Without wincing, he removed the rod and pointed ahead. 「We need to exterminate some rats.」Mei frowned. 【Rats…?】 She flinched as Red Asura’s mocking laugh rang out. Instinctively, she stepped behind Psyc.Red Asura emerged from the shadows, flanked by his crew. 「So… you’re the fabled Psyc. Scoffs… you’re nothing but hype.」Psyc smirked, exuding cocky confidence. 「Of course, bitch… I Am The Hype.」Red Asura sneered. 「Stop playing tough. You’re one foot away from dying.」Psyc laughed. 「Playing tough? You here forty men deep… expecting me to take a defeat? Boom! Double en—」 He coughed violently. 【Fok my! Julle naaiers… my iets verskuldig! (Fuck me! You fuckers owe me one.)】【Ons verstaad. (We understand)】Jerry said plainly.Psyc’s grin twisted wickedly. 「Okay… watte poes moet ek eerste op fok? (Which pussy do I fuck up first?)」Red Asura’s teeth gritted. 「Tsk… once a barbarian, always one. Kill him!」 His gang charged.Psyc didn’t flinch. 「Mei, back up. I’ll be done in five minutes, okay?」
Mei nodded, obeying, and moved to a safe distance.
Psyc’s grin widened, full of malicious intent. 「You’re going to regret this.」
Five minutes later, the battlefield was a scene of carnage. Every member of Red Asura’s crew lay dismembered, disfigured, or beaten beyond recognition — injuries no doctor could ever repair.
Red Asura stood, shaken but defiant. 【Just because he beat them near to death doesn’t mean he’ll do the same to me… I’m stronger than him in his current state.】Psyc’s laughter echoed, sinister and mocking. 「Hey… is that fear I smell on you? Wait… it is.」 His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. 「So… are you going to attack me, or should I walk you down and show you why you’re a pussy?」Red Asura roared, furious. 「You son of a bitch!!!」Psyc’s smile vanished, his focus razor-sharp. 「What?」Red Asura thought frantically. 【Wait… no way. Is he a momma’s boy?】 He laughed nervously. 「You heard me, you foul monkey… your gorilla of a mother probably never cleaned your ears for you, right—? Wait… where’d he go?!」
Before Red Asura could react, Psyc appeared directly in front of him. The punch that followed hit like a cannonball to the head, tearing off Red Asura’s lower jaw and leaving him pinned to Psyc's hand by his broken upper jaw.
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