When Officer Dojou Kazuaki received the emergency call and rushed to the scene of the accident, it was already dusk.

The warm glow of the setting sun painted everything it touched a blood red color.

As Dojou Kazuaki stepped out of the police car, his eyes were immediately drawn to the overturned and almost broken small truck on the ground. In the alley, scattered around were the scattered parts of the truck.

Not far from there, there were bloodstains on the ground. Following the bloodstains, Dojou Kazuaki saw Koga Sumire lying in a pool of blood, with Koga Mizuo lying on top of her.

Koga Sumire's face had lost all color, while Koga Mizuo was in slightly better condition. However, even under these circumstances, it was impossible to tell whose blood was on the ground just by looking, and whether these two individuals were still alive... or...

Dojou Kazuaki hurriedly approached and knelt down, checking the pulse of both individuals.

Koga Mizuo's pulse seemed fine, but Koga Sumire's pulse was weak to the point of almost non-existent.

"Is the ambulance here yet?"

Dojou Kazuaki shouted to his colleagues who were examining the scene behind him.

"It's here! Clear the way!"

The response came not from his colleagues, but from the paramedics who came rushing in with a stretcher.

Knowing that they were more skilled than him and that he shouldn't interfere at this moment, Dojou Kazuaki couldn't help but follow the paramedics, telling them that Koga Sumire was on the brink of death.

He stayed with them until both individuals were lifted onto the ambulance. Only after the ambulance drove away with its sirens blaring did he snap out of it and return to this chaotic scene.

- The two people he had saved before had appeared before him again, this time on the brink of death...

"Officer Tsuchiichi, come over here!"

The unfolding situation didn't leave Dojou Kazuaki any spare time to reflect on the past. His colleague stood by the truck waving and shouting at him, indicating that there was some significant discovery.

Dojou Kazuaki jogged over and when his view was no longer obstructed by the overturned truck, he gradually stopped, frozen in place.

He had initially thought that the mother and daughter lying in the pool of blood earlier were the main victims of this reported case, along with the hit-and-run driver. After all, the content of the emergency call received by the police station was "a truck collided with a mother and daughter."

However...

What unfolded before Dojou Kazuaki's eyes at this moment, how could he describe it?

That proud lion, holding his opponent high above, had severed his throat. Even though he himself had already died and his body had stiffened, he still stood tall.

And this lion, Dojou Kazuaki knew him well, the unruly lion, Watanabe Gengo.

In terms of physical fitness, unarmed combat abilities, and combat experience, after more than ten years' worth of observation, Dojou Kazuaki had never seen anyone who could compare to this superhuman known as Watanabe Gengo.

Yet, this combat genius had died here.

There was no need to approach and inspect closely. The blackened lips, the deep purple veins visible on the surface of the skin, the bruises on various joints, and the yellowing eyeballs... these signs were like venomous snakes coiling around this lion... even with the snakes coiling around him, this lion had still bitten off his opponent's throat before his death.

What a grip, crushing the neck of a grown man with just one hand.

"Protect the scene, perform preliminary autopsy on the spot, search and preserve any suspicious items..."

After a long moment of daze, Dojou Kazuaki gave orders and began to carry out the work.

Although no investigation had been conducted yet, Dojou Kazuaki already understood that Watanabe Gengo had sacrificed his life to protect the Koga mother and daughter.

"Rest in peace, Watanabe."

Dojou Kazuaki instinctively reached into his jacket pocket to feel for his cigarette case, only to realize that he had quit smoking a long time ago for his daughter Koha.

A indescribable sense of loss spread through his heart, lingering for a long time, not dissipated by the glow of the setting sun.

There were hidden currents that he couldn't see, starting to surge.