Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 20 Arm Wrestler

"Ah? Oh..."

Kaji Takaomi was still somewhat bewildered as he watched the other three stride up to the sixth floor.

Baku turned around and said, "I'm leaving now, Kaji, or I'll have to leave you behind!"

Kaji Takaomi then came to his senses and quickly followed.

Although he was in competition with the other two, Shiraki and Akagi, they had no choice but to go together since this was the only way and they didn't have the tools to remove the wire trap downstairs.

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……

Meanwhile, on the fifth floor, there are offices.

Q waited patiently for a while, calculating the time, but did not hear anyone scream in agony after being ambushed by the trap.

"Oh... still no sound? Are they going up?"

"I intended to scare them with a small trap first, using their cries as an appetizer, but it failed..."

"Their goal is to get to the rooftop? What a bunch of idiots!"

"This choice is right... and wrong, after all, your future only leads to a dead end..."

Q-Lang muttered to himself, immersed in the prelude to yet another brutal killing.

Seeing this, Ye Xing, the "notary" beside him, slightly widened one eye and spoke up to remind him, "Lord Jiu Chong, the rules of this bet have already been confirmed. Although I, as the 'notary,' will not interfere too much, but..."

Nightwalker changed the subject, bowing slightly and saying, "However, if things continue like this, you're making far too many concessions. It can hardly be considered a gamble with any suspense."

"……what?"

Q-Lang suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Ye Xing.

His interest had been repeatedly thwarted, and he was now filled with rage. He snarled, "What are you talking about? The game has already started, and I won't allow you to interfere halfway through!"

"..."

Ye Xing, feeling helpless, stopped arguing and said, "Excuse me."

Seemingly to further refute Nightwalker, Q-Long snapped his fingers, and the office door was immediately pushed open again, with four more masked men appearing outside.

In terms of visual perception and "malice," they are far inferior to the one behind Q-Darling.

But each of them was also well-equipped, wearing tactical vests and carrying all kinds of tactical equipment, even firearms—pistols and rifles—were fully equipped!
"Oh?" Ye Xing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seeing this, Q-Lang grinned wickedly and said, "How about it? They are all mercenaries who have fought in foreign wars. They share the same interests as me and love 'hunting'."

"Hahaha, I never said that only one person was chasing them. I just needed to stop them from leaving the building. I didn't break any rules, Mr. Nightwalker!"

"..."

Q-Lang spoke with great enthusiasm, but Ye Xing merely nodded slightly and said no more.

"What, you won't admit you were wrong?"

Q-Long's dissatisfaction with Ye Xing was limited to this. "The same goes for the betting earlier. I fully understand your high opinion of those people, so are there any famous gamblers among them?"

He speculated, "Or perhaps, that muscle-bound kid among them is a famous fighter? Could a mere fighter possibly withstand my 'strength'?"

"My 'pieces' are fully armed; any unarmed fighter is doomed!"

"Mr. Nightwalker, am I right?"

"..."

Nightwalker's expression remained as calm and unchanging as ever.

But as a professional gambling notary, he couldn't avoid the member's question, so he patiently corrected him: "Sir, the term 'mere fighter' is not accurate."

"The term 'fighter' is just a profession, a name for a type of athlete."

"But if a person's 'violence' can transcend his profession and even surpass everything, then he cannot be considered a 'fighter' but rather a 'wrestler' who achieves all his desires through 'arm strength'."

"..."

Q-Lang frowned and asked in return, "Then, Mr. Nightwalker, as a notary—are you a wrestler?"

"I wouldn't dare. Notaries are indeed very strong, but they are far from being able to 'fulfill all wishes,' otherwise we wouldn't be doing this job."

Ye Xing bowed slightly and said, "I just want to point out that there are nine kinds of 'force' in this world that no one knows about—force that transcends common sense. We must not take it lightly."

"Haha, speaking of 'unconventional force,' I have that too!"

Q-Darō glanced at the masked man behind him and scoffed at what Nightwalker had said. "Besides, even if there are some arm wrestlers, what should the person who wields that power—that is, me—be called? The owner of an arm wrestler!"

"..."

After a barrage of sarcastic remarks, Q-Lang was dissatisfied with Ye Xing's attitude and grew angrier the more he thought about it, but he was helpless and could only vent his anger on the "prey" on the rooftop.

"Hey, let's get moving!"

Q-Long gave orders to the four mercenaries at the door, then glanced at Nightwalker.

"After all, the notary reminded us that there are many prey this time, so let's play it safe and act according to tactical coordination." "Two people in each group, one group will attack from the front, and the other group will use ropes to climb onto the rooftop and ambush them from behind!"

"..."

The mercenaries smiled and agreed.

They were not in a superior-subordinate relationship with Q-Lang, but rather in a cooperative one. Q-Lang was in charge of commanding the mercenaries to carry out the brutal killings and hunts.

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A few minutes later, on the rooftop of the building.

Shiraki Shō, Akagi Shigeru, Madarame Baku, and Kaji Takaomi—the four of them climbed the stairs to this place, pushed open the heavy iron door, and finally "saw the light of day again".

Unfortunately, at this moment, the "reunion" is neither here nor there, it is a complete "isolated island"!
"Huh...huh..."

Kaji Takaomi was panting heavily.

He wasn't someone who lacked exercise, but he was drenched in sweat at that moment.

Mr. Baku's stamina was shockingly poor. He was out of breath after just one floor. In order to keep up with the other two, Kaji had no choice but to carry Baku on his back and run all the way to the eighth floor!

"Spare me, Mr. Baku! There's a limit to how weak you are..."

"Hehe, sorry, I'm not good at physical labor at all."

The spotted tapir slumped to the ground, leaning against the iron railing of the rooftop, enjoying the night breeze with an air of inexplicable nonchalance.

However, Kaji Takaomi ignored all of that, wiping away the drops of blood that had dripped onto his chin, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Baku, you must have some ideas, right? I'm willing to do anything!"

Upon hearing this, the Baku suddenly pointed to the building next door—about fifty meters away: "In that case, why don't you jump over the fence and leap to the other side!"

Kaji Takaomi: "Eh?!"

He paused for a moment, feeling that Mr. Tapir was joking, but his tone was clearly serious.

Baku smiled slightly, about to explain his plan, when he suddenly heard Shigeru Akagi and Shiraki Shige discussing something beside him.

"Aerial acrobatics? Sorry, I can't do that. Let's just play this bet normally."

“It’s a pity,” Bai Mucheng shook his head helplessly. “I always felt that if we thought of another way, flying over to the next house—or simply jumping off the building and landing on the car—would probably be fine.”

Baku: "..."

Madarame Baku: "Huh??"

After all, being called the "Lie Eater," Baku Madarame has an excellent ability to detect lies, so he could tell that Shiraki Cheng was not exaggerating and was speaking in a completely serious tone!

Why would someone jump off a building and smash a car like that? Is it really Kenshiro...?

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……

After a short while, the rooftop returned to silence.

Squeak!

The heavy iron door was slowly pushed open, and two mercenaries appeared behind it, one standing and one crouching, each holding a pistol, forming a crossfire cover.

The Beretta 92—also known as the "M9 pistol"—is equipped with a silencer and is made in the United States!

No prey in sight.

"When faced with hunters of unknown origin, the first thing to do is to hide. They must be hiding nearby..."

The two mercenaries were talking back and forth, seemingly analyzing the enemy situation, but in reality, they were deliberately letting their "prey" hear them to ensure that the prey was terrified enough.

"There's nowhere to hide around, so you can only hide on the left or right sides of the entrance or the top floor, but the left or right sides are too obvious."

"So they must be hiding there..."

"above!"

A mercenary suddenly turned his head upwards, aiming his gun at the concrete roof of the entrance.

Just as he was patiently searching, trying to find the prey lying on the top floor, the heavy iron door that had been pushed open slowly closed, and with a "creak," Bai Mucheng's figure appeared at the doorway.

In a real battlefield, when mercenaries push open a door, there is a step to search for "enemy activity behind the door," but when facing unarmed prey, no one would be careful to that extent.

When a person is unarmed and being chased, they will instinctively panic. How could they dare to ambush someone behind a door? If they were caught red-handed, wouldn't they be doomed?

This is completely counterintuitive!

Therefore, when Bai Mucheng appeared behind the door, one mercenary's eyes were still focused on the rooftop, while the other was clearly stunned.

"亻——"

He had barely uttered half a word when Bai Mucheng suddenly stepped forward, unleashing his fighting spirit, and delivered a powerful upward hook punch that struck him squarely in the chin.

boom!
The mercenary's jaw was crushed by the punch, and blood and broken teeth filled his mouth, spurting out from the mask's breathing port!
(End of this chapter)