190 Those who smash cups as a signal for rebellion!

190 Those who smash cups as a signal for rebellion!

Bang!

The sound of a glass filled with water being heavily smashed to the ground was like a signal being fired—people began jumping out from all around the circular high platform.

"There's no way Mibuomi-senpai would lose! It must be the Vice President secretly helping Hikigaya Hachiman!"

"Exactly! The whole thing was rigged to manipulate the outcome, so the student council could swallow all our money and turn us into livestock!"

Some people even went as far as ripping off their luxurious garments and shouting, "Give me my money back!"

The scene instantly fell into chaos. Some tried to take advantage of the situation and began chanting along for a refund. As the saying goes, "The law does not punish the masses"—in the grand spectacle of this disordered festival, the student council might actually be pressured by public opinion into refunding the bets. This was their last chance at self-redemption.

Among them, the desperate Suzui Ryota was also swept up in the momentum and began shouting as well. This was the ordinary students' act of resistance against tyranny!

And the ringleaders no longer found mere shouting sufficient. They started picking up chairs and went on a destructive rampage. All public property in the school belonged to the student council—only by destroying it could they regain psychological balance.

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Outside the gambling arena.

More than a dozen white-haired boys and girls in uniforms had been waiting outside the arena early on.

They were all members of the Honebami clan, a violent force tasked with eliminating impurities. The leader among them was the elder sister, Honebami Miroslava.

"Understood." Miroslava put her phone back into her pocket and looked around at the similarly white-haired young men and women: "The family head has given the order. We're now responsible for entering and suppressing the riot. Anyone who resists—break their arms and legs."

"Can we shed blood?"

Miroslava frowned. "No fatalities."

"Hehe, got it."

Suddenly, Miroslava's gaze sharpened as she spotted a familiar figure in the distance. She waved her hand, "You all go in first. I'll catch up shortly."

"Trouble? Need help?"

"No need."

"Lame."

As soon as the Honebami with their chilling aura appeared, students of the Hyakkaou Academy wandering nearby instinctively avoided them. That fierce gaze—like a beast atop the food chain—made the future sheep of Japan tremble with fear just by eye contact.

Miroslava walked toward Miss Yor, who was sneakily eating and drinking on the gambling street near the arena.

"What are you doing here?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Yor, still munching on cotton candy, reflexively spun around and launched a heavy whip-kick at Miroslava.

Miroslava quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest to block Yor's kick.

Feeling the searing pain in her forearms, Miroslava sucked in a breath of cold air. It seemed she had underestimated Miss Yor.

This woman… is a monster, right?

"What are you doing here?" Recognizing who it was, Yor swallowed the cotton candy in one go and looked warily at Miroslava.

Though her life was still under the other's control, it didn't stop her from despising her.

'It's all this woman's fault I had to do that kind of thing in the basement!' Yor's face instantly turned red—not sure if from shame or anger.

"I am Honebami Miroslava. Those with the Honebami name are born to cleanse impurities."

Though she knew the strength difference between them, Miroslava still stood tall, retracting her faintly trembling hands.

"You're saying… I'm an impurity?" Yor's gaze turned completely cold. This woman—she wanted to kill.

"If it were another time we met, I wouldn't mind having a match with you." Miroslava hid her hands behind her back to prevent the shaking from being seen, enduring the pain. "But right now, I have a mission to carry out."

"Mission?" Yor's expression changed.

Life in Tokyo had been too comfortable—she'd almost forgotten her professionalism as an assassin. She was actually losing track of time, stuffing herself on gambling street.

Before she left this morning, Hikigaya Hachiman had specifically reminded her that something might go wrong at school today. She was supposed to be watching the site and ensuring everyone's safety if anything happened.

Miroslava, sharp as ever, noticed the shift in Yor's expression and asked instinctively, "Wait... you too?"

"Uh... sort of."

"You're not here to protect Hikigaya Hachiman, are you?" Miroslava's face turned odd. Now that she thought about it, it hadn't been long since Yor became Hachiman's bodyguard. With such close contact... had anything happened between them?

No, now wasn't the time to gossip.

It wasn't surprising that Momobami Kirari anticipated today might be risky, but Hikigaya Hachiman… his judgment was now on par with the family head?

Miroslava suddenly understood why the head of the family valued this common-born guy so highly.

Could it be… the head truly intends for him to marry into the family?

Miroslava shook her head. "Since our goals align, I'll let it slide today. Things have already gone wrong inside. Let's move immediately."

"Okay."

Yor, regaining her assassin instincts, radiated an overwhelming murderous aura. Miroslava caught sight of a sharp protrusion hidden in Yor's sleeve and twitched an eyebrow.

"No fatalities. Be careful."

"Understood," Yor replied, her eyes still icy.

Did she really understand?

"Then let's go."

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Inside the venue, everything had already devolved into complete chaos. Who knew how many members of the Full-Bloom Association Mibuomi Aoi had incited to bet everything today?

Hikigaya Hachiman cast a deep glance at Mibuomi Aoi—he was completely mad. This was a path to death. His actions were no different from attempting to assassinate the royal family.

Hachiman had already seen through Mibuomi's intentions. Before the gamble even began, Mibuomi likely used the mid-level leaders of the Full-Bloom Association to relay his will to every livestock student:

Take out loans, sell your future—wager all your money on him.

In this way, he bound hundreds of livestock students' lives to his own. Once things became irreversible, he'd take everyone down with him.

If Momobami Kirari couldn't suppress this riot, then the student council would effectively become a hollow shell.

But how could she suppress it?

At the core of the riot was the fact that students had been bought by the council, burdened with massive debts they couldn't repay. The most direct solution would be to cancel their debts—but once that precedent was set, it would destroy the prestige of the Momobami name. The entire gambling rule system that kept Hyakkaou Academy running would collapse.

Once laws lose their enforcement, people no longer revere them as gods.

Mibuomi Aoi raised his head, eyes filled with madness, as if to say:

"Momobami Kirari, what will you do in the face of this?"