Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 22 Wu, the Hired Man

Mercenaries carry communicators to facilitate communication with each other.

Meanwhile, Q-Long, sitting in his office on the fifth floor, could remotely command his mercenaries via a communicator channel while enjoying the live hunt.

At this moment, the two mercenaries in the second group successfully circled around and met up with their two companions on the rooftop, forcing Bai Mucheng and the other three into a desperate situation.

Listening to the communication, Q-Long couldn't hide his excitement and grinned maliciously, "Alright~ Let those four see hell for themselves!"

To show off to the Nightwalkers, Q-Daro even turned on the speakers, letting the sounds from the rooftop echo into the office, including the mercenaries' angry curses and Shiraki Cheng's pleas.

boom!
Gunshots rang out over the communicator.

Q-Lang explained, "Although the guns are equipped with silencers and the sound isn't pleasant, the sound of bullets tearing through human flesh is something you never get tired of!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Nightwalker, let's savor this moment together!"

"..."

Seeing Q-Lang's smug expression, Ye Xing sighed helplessly and patiently reminded him, "Lord Ninefold, although I'm not a gun expert, I do know how to use a 'gun,' so I can tell..."

"Please think back carefully. Was that 'gunshot' you just heard really fired from one of your side's 'weapons'?"

“…Huh?” Q-Lang was taken aback.

After being reminded by Ye Xing, Q Dalang immediately noticed something was wrong. He had only equipped the mercenaries with pistols and submachine guns, but neither of them matched the "gunshot" from earlier!
It is more powerful than a pistol and has a slower rate of fire than a submachine gun.

...Is that a sniper rifle?!

Q-Lang's forehead veins bulged as he thought rapidly.

How could there be a sniper rifle?! Did one of those four bring it in? No… a sniper rifle is a big thing; there's no reason I wouldn't have noticed it…

Suddenly, Q-Long realized something.

He rushed to the office window in a few strides, leaned against the wall, and cautiously peered out, only revealing a glimpse of his gaze.

Q-Lang realized that the sniper shot just now most likely came from "outside the field"!
The area around the Nine-Story Building was filled with abandoned high-rise buildings and deserted people. The "sniper" was hiding among them, firing at the rooftop of the building from "outside"!
"Those four people came prepared, but they actually hired a sniper?! They're probably 'professional' and highly skilled, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to fire just now..."

Q-Long frowned, not daring to linger at the window, and simultaneously gave an order via communicator:

"Watch out, there's a sniper outside the arena, take cover!"

boom!
The second sniper shot rang out.

This time, however, there were no screams from the other end of the communicator, but rather the sound of hurried footsteps.

A moment later, a mercenary, panting heavily, reported the situation: "We threw smoke grenades and have now retreated back to the eighth floor, temporarily avoiding that 'sniper'."

"But old man, who exactly are these four people tonight? How did they manage to hire a sniper—and in this country no less!? What's going on?!"

"..."

Q-Lang's face was terribly grim. "What are the specifics?"

The mercenary replied, "All three of us are fine. Only one of us was seriously injured, but he's fine after being bandaged up—he can still shoot. He said he's determined to kill those guys."

"As for the four prey, they got ahead of us and ran downstairs."

"We checked the equipment, and only one M9 pistol is missing. All the other firearms are still there, no problem!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Q-Lang's expression softened slightly.

Although they lost a lot of face, the home advantage still exists, and if they were inside the building, the snipers outside the field would have no chance to make any difference.

And the most important thing is——

Q-Lang looked at the masked man still standing in the office, and a twisted pleasure surged within him once more.

As long as this "tool" is still available, the probability of losing is less than one in a billion, and there is absolutely no possibility of failure!
Thinking of this, Q-Long breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, Ye Xing reminded him again, "Lord Jiu Chong, I hope you will reconsider my advice. I think you should send 'that person' to the front line as soon as possible."

"..."

Q-Lang looked at Ye Xing and saw that the other party was still smiling, which made him furious.

"Mr. Nightwalker, what you're saying seems a bit beyond the position of a notary. I still have other pieces to play, so you don't need to interrupt!"

“Even if they have snipers, I still have my ‘main course’ to finish off; it’s best to save that for last.” “Haha, speaking of which…”

Q-Long stared at Ye Xing, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation, Gambler? Why was there a 'sniper' involved in this betting game? Who exactly was he?"

"..."

Nightwalker had anticipated that Q-Lang would ask this question.

Maintaining the smooth running of the gambling games is also part of the notary's job. Even if there is a gang fight nearby, the gambling brothel staff will step in to mediate.

Therefore, the moment the "sniper" appeared, the staff of the nearby gambling dens began to investigate the sniper's true identity and informed the night patrol inside the building of the results through an earpiece.

"It is the 'Wu clan'."

Nightwalker replied, "Someone involved in the gambling hired a master from the 'Wu Clan' to provide sniper cover from a nearby high-rise building."

The Wu clan?!

Q-Lang, being a mercenary by profession, had naturally heard of that family's name.

That was a notorious assassination group in the underworld, renowned even abroad. It was said that they could successfully assassinate even warlords, and there was never any possibility of them failing a mission!
However, to hire the Wu clan, financial resources are essential, and having a good relationship with them is also of paramount importance.

"Happy killers" like Q-Darlang are of no value to the Wu family, so no amount of money could justify hiring them.

Tonight's four prey have actually enlisted the help of the Wu clan?!

"Mr. Nightwalker..."

Q-Long raised his cane—which turned out to be a cane-knife—pointed at Ye Xing, and said in a sinister tone, "Preventing unrelated people from interfering should also be the job of a notary, right?"

"That's true, but, you know, the Ninefold Lord..."

Nightwalker extended two fingers, slowly prying open the cane and knife in front of him, and smiled, "As you said before, there is no limit to the number of players in this bet."

"You've concealed four mercenaries, while your opponent has concealed a 'mercenary assassin.' In fact, you have the advantage in numbers."

Nightwalker added with a hint of amusement, “Of course, if they are truly ‘outsiders,’ such as police officers or yakuza members attracted by the gunfire, we, the gambling bros, will handle them properly, so please rest assured.”

"..."

Q-Lang was speechless after being confronted by Ye Xing.

Seeing that Q-Lang had brought this upon himself, Ye Xing smiled slightly and felt much better. This must be what they mean by "lifting a stone to drop it on one's own foot."

But then again…

Ye Xing couldn't help but sigh. As a member of the gambling club and recognized as the "perfect gentleman," he also strived to impartially handle every gambling game, but tonight's game seemed to involve too many things.

The Liar Eater, the People of the Divine Realm, the Kengan Association, and now there's the "Wu Clan"!?

"This is going to be a bit troublesome..."

……

……

The building has seven floors.

The four people who evacuated first took temporary shelter on this floor to rest.

Kaji Takaomi was panting heavily, his mood having calmed down a little.

Bai Mucheng was still on the phone with Wu Fengshui.

There was a commotion on Wu Fengshui's side, probably because the gambling brothel's staff came to his door—after all, Wu Fengshui had been hired to cover for someone, so he simply stayed on the rooftop of a nearby building and had no intention of hiding himself at all.

Akagi Shigeru remained calm, as if he hadn't had enough to eat yet, as if his opponent hadn't yet had his main course.

What about the spotted tapir?

He reached into his pocket and began to caress his favorite dried plums, his eyes darting around as his mind raced through various plans.

With Akagi Shigeru, Shiraki Shō, and the hired "professional sniper" involved, this gamble is becoming increasingly complex. Could there be even more opportunities hidden within it?
But regardless, Baku licked its lips, subconsciously sighing—

so fun.

Haha, tonight was so much fun...

(End of this chapter)