The arrival of Endeavor only made things worse for both criminal sides.
Overhaul altered a large section of the ground adjacent to the warehouse entrance, erecting a massive concrete barrier to obstruct the path of the unwelcome Hero while his Precepts finished their business with the League's meddlers.
That momentary distraction was seized by Kurogiri.
Although transporting himself with altered senses was dangerous, he did not give a damn about the fate of the Yakuza causing the dizziness.
—Atsuhiro!— Kurogiri called out in a low voice as he expanded the mist of his body, bluffing an unpredictable move that never came.
Hōjō lunged at the League members, intending to stop any trick or escape attempt. He was unable to react to the sudden appearance of Mr. Compress at his side.
—NNGH!!— the Yakuza groaned as his left arm was abruptly severed the moment it made contact with Compress.
Overhaul turned in his direction, confused by the event. Deidoro also froze in place, completely failing to comprehend what had happened. And that was the mistake Kurogiri was looking for.
Taken completely off guard, the Yakuza responsible for the mental alteration was engulfed by the Villain's mist and vanished entirely, tossed to a distant location where Kurogiri could not guarantee a comfortable landing.
Freed from Deidoro's Quirk, Compress was able to leap away from Hōjō's retaliatory attack, and Kurogiri could finally focus his mind on a destination with greater security.
—Tengai!— Overhaul slid near the magician's position, reaching out to catch him and turn him into a bloody pulp. Mr. Compress showed off his incredible agility and tried to move away, but a poorly placed barrier prevented him from executing a safe retreat.
The moment Chisaki Kai's hand was about to touch Atsuhiro, the latter compressed himself for the second time and narrowly avoided a gruesome death.
Kurogiri intervened then, transporting the marble to his position before the Yakuza could notice the trick.
—Chisaki Kai, the League will not forget th— he was interrupted mid-threat by Endeavor's heated entrance.
The Hero melted a point in Overhaul's wall and broke into the warehouse, immediately engaging Tengai and Soramitsu. The League member sighed to himself and departed, leaving the Yakuza with the task of dealing with the problem.
Overhaul turned toward the meddler with a cold expression. His hand trembled, and he was truly tempted to eliminate the next Number 1.
But that was something he could not do right now.
—Stop!— he ordered in a stern voice. His Precepts obeyed, lowering their guard before the annoying Endeavor, whose piercing gaze drilled into the leader of the group.
Surrounded by a mantle of fire, he walked among the Yakuza with confidence and arrogance, standing before the man Sir Nighteye was investigating.
—What happened here?— he asked slowly, imposing his authority over Overhaul.
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—We made no progress whatsoever— Hawks informed the President, observing the situation at the harbor from a high altitude.
Police patrols were blocking the entrance, and agents were entering and exiting the warehouse, minutely examining the site.
Gathered but not detained, the members of the Shie Hassaikai were giving their statements to the officers as if they were ordinary citizens. It was exasperating for Hawks to witness such a scene, and definitely more so for Endeavor.
As they feared, the Hero's mobilization was a waste of time. The League escaped, the Yakuza did not overstep their bounds by attacking Endeavor, and the police found nothing in the warehouse crates that could be used against the criminals.
In fact, they found absolutely nothing. The crates were empty, and the Shie Hassaikai offered no explanations as to how they ended up clashing with the League of Villains in a warehouse where they had nothing stored.
—Any idea what led to this clash?— the President asked from the other end of the line. Hawks had no solid answers to give.
—Best case scenario, a negotiation gone wrong— he shared his hypothesis.
Hawks remained at the scene a while longer until the analysts determined that, as he suspected, there was nothing in the warehouse. They would have no choice but to let the Yakuza go free.
With his task finished, the winged Hero began his return to Tokyo, only to be interrupted by his boss once more, who gave him new coordinates.
Meanwhile, in the giant industrial scrapyard that was South Deika, Kurogiri and Compress reunited with the rest of the League, bringing news that was anything but pleasant for Shigaraki Tomura.
Accompanied by the Sabi-Haguruma, the two battered members recounted their experience with the Shie Hassaikai, worsening Shigaraki's mood with every passing second.
Old habits returned with a vengeance, and Shigaraki felt an overwhelming urge to vent for a while, and then personally head to Yakuza territory to teach them a lesson.
It was no longer about the bullets or the other operation they couldn't find out much about. No, the issue was about image and credibility.
The League... His League had been constantly belittled, humiliated, and forced to run and hide like rats. Now even the wannabe Lords of Evil from days gone by dared to spit in their faces.
—What happened to Ujiko's Nomu?— he asked Kurogiri. Those three creatures were the only things left from the attack on Yokohama.
—Defeated. We won't be receiving a new shipment anytime soon, Tomura— Kurogiri informed him. —Atsuhiro was right; the Shie Hassaikai is not to be underestimated.
—...And neither are we— Shigaraki responded with a pensive look.
Watching him closely, Haguruma Kaji smiled. —And yet here we are. We extended a hand to them and they tried to stab it— the woman commented.
—And they called you pathetic, boss!— Twice added, pointing out Compress's previous comment about his exchange with Overhaul.
—Basically, they labeled us as trash— Dabi frowned, clearly unenthusiastic about the idea of a bunch of misfits mocking him behind his back.
Haguruma Hibiki stood up from her spot, clearing her throat to catch the group's attention. All eyes fell on her, but the young woman didn't flinch under the intensity.
—Mom said we're part of the League now. I don't know how you usually do things, but in the Haguruma family, we don't tolerate disrespect. I say we beat the crap out of them and teach a lesson to any son of a bitch who dares to look down on us!— the girl exclaimed, raising a fist in expectation of a roar of approval.
She only received an awkward silence, a wince from Kaji, and a pair of blushing cheeks from Twice.
But no one denied Hibiki's suggestion.
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—And so we all agreed to respond appropriately to the Yakuza. Mom seemed excited about the idea, so I guess it's the right call— Haguruma Abura concluded while adjusting his pajamas.
The obese man with greasy skin yawned, exhausted by the hectic day. He climbed into his bed, causing a shrill creaking from the supports and springs inside the mattress.
—Heh, even though Hibiki was the least happy about the sudden change in direction, it seems she's starting to accept the guys as some of her own. I hope she also comes to understand Twice; he seems like a good guy to me— Abura suggested, settling into his sheets with a pensive gaze fixed on the ceiling.
—But I'm still worried that Mom hasn't brought up the subject of the army. I mean, at some point she'll have to break the news, and I don't know how Tomura is going to take it. He can be quite unreceptive to surprises; I've seen him blow up a couple of times.
Do you think I should mention it to him? Maybe Mom simply forgot. She's getting older, after all. What do you think, honey?— the fat man inquired, turning to the woman beside his bed.
The tangle of chains and ropes remained motionless, pulled taut. Blonde hair in tatters and disheveled, blue eyes devoid of emotion and luster. A pungent body odor emanated from the figure, the result of sweat and days without touching a bath.
Abura smiled, finding the fragrance pleasant to the point that it made him forget what he was talking about.
—Hey... You shouldn't tempt me like that, honey. I have work to do tomorrow, you know— he scolded playfully, wiggling his eyebrows in what he considered a sexy manner.
As usual, he received no response. That wasn't something that bothered him.
—Tch, you're impossible. Come here!
Abura allowed himself to be carried away by his impulses and pounced on the woman with enthusiasm and voracious hunger.