Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 23 Professionals
On the seventh floor of the building, in a dark corner, the four people temporarily hid and rested.

Bai Mucheng maintained contact with Wu Fengshui.

"Those four mercenaries dropped smoke grenades and have returned from the rooftop to the eighth floor. I can't see them from here for the time being."

"Anyway, Mr. Shiraki—should I call you boss now? I'll let you know if anything happens. You should also be careful!"

"..."

Shiramu tapped his earphones twice to indicate that he understood.

Even with Wu Fengshui's support from outside, the situation is still not clear.

There are numerous wire traps and barbed wire throughout the building; the only relatively safe area is the stairwell between the eighth and fifth floors.

If you only want to escape and rush downstairs, you will inevitably be slowed down by the traps in the stairwell between the fifth and first floors.

At that time, four mercenaries will catch up from behind, carrying submachine guns and having a high vantage point, making it almost certain death for them!

—Even Kaji Takaomi could figure this out, let alone the other three.

Simply "escaping" won't work; we must find a way to "win"!
After a brief moment of thought, the four left the seventh floor and instead wandered around the sixth floor, clearing away the wire traps step by step.

During this time, Baku looked at Shiraki Cheng, seemingly plotting something, and chuckled, "Wow, Cheng really is popular!"

Kaji Takaomi, who was standing to the side, asked in confusion, "Mr. Baku, why do you suddenly say that?"

“Think back,” Baku explained, “On our way to this building, Cheng was on the phone, saying he wanted to introduce a job to a relative of your sister’s classmate, right?”

"I never expected that 'relative' would actually be from the Wu clan. What incredible connections! Hahaha..."

During their brief exchange, Baku had already learned that Shiraki's supporter was someone from the "Wu Clan," which surprised him greatly.

Baku was also well aware of the formidable reputation of the "Wu Clan" in the underworld.

He had also tried to plan the "military force" of the Wu clan, but ultimately gave up because the Wu clan was an ironclad entity that only accepted commissions from outsiders and could not be controlled by any "individual".

If anyone is found to be plotting against the "family," it will inevitably invite fierce retaliation from the entire Wu clan. There is no need for Baku to get into that kind of trouble for the time being.

"The Wu clan is truly reassuring as our supporters."

Baku paused, then changed the subject: "But, that's all..."

The gambling game was notarized by the gambling master, and the fact that the gambling master allowed the "supporters" to exist was already the biggest concession. It was also thanks to Q-Lang that he cheated on the number of participants.

Even with further concessions, the sniper named "Wu Fengshui" was still unable to enter the abandoned building and could only provide sniper support from outside.

Therefore, the situation is still far from optimistic, and the threat is not only the four mercenaries, but more importantly, the "masked man" next to Q-Lang!
What's the next step...?

"Shall we go downstairs?" Kaji Takaomi suddenly said.

When ordinary people are in crisis, they often cling to any straw and their rationality becomes blurred. This is exactly what happened to Takaomi Kaji at this moment.

He analyzed in a trembling voice, "Since we have sniper rifles for cover, why don't we just carefully go downstairs like this? There are only five... including Q-Lang, only six people. We just need to escape, right?"

It is clear that Takaomi Kaji has lost his composure and has even begun to doubt himself.

"We can really win, right...we can, right?"

"..."

"Hehe, of course, you will definitely be able to leave safely."

The one who responded to Kaji Takaomi was a man named Akagi Shigeru.

To avoid revealing his whereabouts, he is not smoking now, his hands are in his pockets, and his expression remains calm.

“The game exists to win, and we have a chance of winning—don’t just look at what we have, but also at our ‘opponents’.”

“That Q-Lang is a ‘happy killer,’ which is especially important.”

Akagi Shigeru said in a deep voice, "It's not hard to see from what just happened that Q-Taro doesn't kill people with one blow. He prefers to slowly torture them to death. He enjoys that feeling."

"Even a serial killer doesn't start killing to satisfy their own desires at first; they usually kill with a single blow. But the more they do the same thing, the bolder they become, and the more planned they become..."

"In the end, Q-Lang began to follow his own desires, and his behavior became more and more extreme, making it easy to predict."

"..."

Seeing Kaji Takaomi's confusion, Baku Madarame added, "The bet should have started in a minute, but when Q-Daro sent people to chase us, a minute had already passed. He just wanted us to run a little longer to satisfy his weird fetish."

"Judging from the methods used, so far, there should be about 10 to 20 people who have died at the hands of Q-Lang. That guy is the worst kind of crooked and evil."

"But it is precisely because he is that kind of person that he is even more valuable to devour!"

Baku wiped the corner of his smiling mouth. "Q-Taro isn't focused on winning the bet right now; he's prioritizing satisfying his own desires—he's seeking pleasure, which means he'll have many weaknesses!" "To me, that old man is just 'bait'..."

At this point, Baku suddenly changed his tone and looked at Shigeru Akagi with suspicion.

"Speaking of which, Kaji came with me, and Cheng was commissioned by the company. So what about you, Brother Akagi? Why did you get involved in this life-or-death gamble?"

"..."

Shigeru Akagi pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't know. I've never thought about these things."

Baku: "..."

Baku: "Huh?"

"Is that so strange?" Shigeru Akagi shook his head helplessly. "Gambling will cause people to die meaninglessly. As long as you can pursue victory or defeat, nothing else matters."

"Haha, is that so?" Baku chuckled dryly, neither confirming nor denying the answer.

Kaji Takaomi witnessed this scene and felt a strange sensation, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Shiraki reminded him from the side, "They are all gamblers, but they are different types."

Hearing this comment, Akagi Shigeru just smiled, but Madarame Baku suddenly moved closer to Shiraki Shigeki and said with a grin, "Right, right? I'm still more handsome. I have a few more handsome plans to make!"

This attitude makes it seem like he's jealous for no apparent reason.

Bai Mucheng felt helpless. Just as he was about to ask what the plan was, Wu Fengshui suddenly contacted him.

"Bai Muqin, there's movement. Four mercenaries have appeared on the seventh floor and are heading towards the sixth floor where you are."

……

……

Next to the Jiuchong Building on the same street, there is an abandoned, unfinished building.

The rooftop of the tenth floor of the unfinished building was Wu Fengshui's sniping spot.

At this moment, Wu Fengshui was lying on the rooftop, setting up his sniper rifle and aiming at the Nine-Story Building through the scope, observing the slightest movement inside the building.

"Ah, they've gone down from the eighth floor to the seventh floor and are now heading up to the sixth floor."

"Be careful, Shiraki-chan. The mercenaries seem to know your location; they might have GPS trackers or surveillance equipment..."

As Wu Fengshui spoke, he took out a drink from the plastic bag next to him, inserted a straw, and drank it.

"Those mercenaries are very professional; they're trying to avoid my firing angles."

"Besides knives, pistols, and submachine guns, they even have night vision goggles and smoke grenades? They're very well-equipped. They should also have gas masks."

"The one who was seriously injured has been bandaged up, but he can only use one hand, and he seems quite angry..."

"..."

Wu Fengshui muttered to himself as he relayed all the information he had seen to Bai Mucheng.

After he had finished speaking, Wu Fengshui's gaze remained fixed, and he gestured to the two men in black suits behind him.

"Ah, you two gamblers, you must be tired from climbing all the way here. There are drinks in this bag, please help yourselves."

The two men in black suits were employees of the gambling den, responsible for maintaining order around the gambling area, but they were now facing a dilemma.

The short-haired girl in front of us—a sniper from the Wu clan—has been commissioned by a participant in the gambling game. So, is she actually a participant in this gambling game?
Left with no other option, the two staff members had to hand over the decision-making power to their temporary supervisor, who was also the notary for this gamble—Yakko-hime Kouichi.

The call connected, and Wu Fengshui began speaking with Ye Xing.

"Hello," Nightwalker said politely, in a consultative tone, "My club member, Lord Ninefold, hopes that the Wu clan will not interfere in this betting game. Is that alright?"

"Can not be done."

Wu Fengshui smiled and replied, "Since it's an employer's commission, it should be completed beautifully, regardless of whether it's a bet or not."

"...You bastard!"

On the other end of the phone, Q-Lang's angry curses could be faintly heard; Ye Xing must have turned the phone on speakerphone.

Wu Fengshui was too lazy to refute, "It's actually very simple. Just treat me as a 'natural disaster.' Even if there's an earthquake or a major flood, professional gamblers won't stop betting, right?"

"Or……"

Wu Fengshui licked his lips and provocatively asked Q Dalang, "Grandpa, you're not a professional gambler at all, are you?"

(End of this chapter)