Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 37 Debt-Free and Carefree
The morning light was warm and pleasant, making my skin itch.

The "bed" I'm on isn't very comfortable—though it's probably quite expensive.

Wu Fengshui's luxury car had its roof smashed by Bai Mucheng and Maruk, the frame was dented, and the entire car was completely totaled.

"Boss~!"

Wu Fengshui stood beside the car with a grin, then changed his form of address and asked Bai Mucheng, "Can damage to the vehicle be reimbursed?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

I have a feeling that I've fallen into some kind of deep pit.

But looking at Maruk beside him, Shiraki felt much better.

Zangief's ink-wash silhouette appeared, standing beside the car, extending a large hand in greeting.

Shiraki Cheng, bracing himself, high-fived Zangief in celebration.

Snapped!
From that high-five, Shiraki could sense Zangief's intense satisfaction—he was happy for Shiraki's victory and for Maruk's triumph over Rodham.

Top fighters can often sense each other's will from the punches of their opponents.

Although Zangief was an invincible wrestler who believed in steel-like muscles, he was also a PhD who could read three hundred books a year and had a very delicate emotional life.

He probably sensed the sadness and resentment hidden beneath Rodham's violence—Maruk's.

That's why Zangief wanted to try to save Maruk.

Shiraki's idea was similar, and he eventually merged with Zangief's mind to unleash his fighting style.

"..."

After the high-five, Zangief's phantom raised his hand to the sky, as if gesturing to the surrounding audience.

But the only response he received was from "Long," who was silently meditating nearby.

It's not lively enough!
Shiraki could sense that Zangief wanted to say this to himself.

Keep practicing! Good things will happen as long as you practice! Of course, don't forget to let your muscles rest first, otherwise your body will break down!
Zangief's thoughts kept coming, giving instructions, while Long shook his head helplessly beside him.

"Huh...huh..."

Maruk beside him had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Shiraki Seiya was drowsy and about to close his eyes when he suddenly opened them.

He remembered something!

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng got out of the car and, to Wu Fengshui's astonishment, limped toward the building entrance.

……

……

The building, upstairs.

After confirming that Shiraki and Maruk were unharmed, the atmosphere among everyone immediately relaxed.

Nightwalker smiled and said, "In that case, we can try to master Rodham's martial arts, right, Lord Baku?"

"You've misunderstood, Mr. Nightwalker."

Baku, chewing on a dried plum, waved his hand, "I don't need any serial killers..."

As he was speaking, Baku froze, then seemed to suddenly realize something, helplessly rubbed his forehead and chuckled bitterly, before urging Kaji Takaomi to hurry up.

"Let's run, Kaji! Let's go downstairs, the betting isn't over yet!"

“…Huh?” Kaji Takaomi was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

The betting game is far from over!

The outcome of this gamble depends on either Baku or Shigeru Akagi; whoever "steps out" of the abandoned building first will not be considered to have fallen.

That being said, it's too late to run now.

Not to mention the traps downstairs that have not yet been removed, as long as Shiraki walks into the building from downstairs and then walks out, the conditions for victory or defeat, "stepping out of the building," will be met.

So even Kaji Takaomi could see that Madarame Baku was bound to lose, so why bother struggling in vain?

"Because it's fun, Kaji."

Baku saw through Kaji Takaomi's thoughts and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "A bet purely for the sake of winning or losing—like the fight between Kosuke and Maruk—is truly rare."

"oh oh!"

Kaji Takaomi nodded. Although he was still a little confused, he had a feeling that this was the happiest moment for Baku Madarame tonight.

……

……

The group dismantled the traps downstairs and arrived at the building entrance.

As expected, Shiraki Cheng had been waiting there for a long time, and only after the Baku sprinted towards the door did he finally take the last step and step out of the building.

"Ha ha……"

The spotted tapir was surprisingly weak, panting heavily, yet unable to hide its delight.

Walking slowly through the night, he took on the duties of a notary, announcing, "The game is over, the outcome is decided."

"Winners: Shigeru Akagi and Noboru Shiraki."

"Loot: Gambler's Club membership, 30 million in cash, real estate in the Nine-Story Building, etc..."

"..."

After announcing the results of the bet, Ye Xing glanced around and noticed two more people walking towards him.

It was Wu Fengshui, and Maruk, who had been forcibly woken up by her, was still sleepy-eyed.

The Wu clan members all had black eyes with white pupils, making them quite easy to identify. Therefore, Ye Xing nodded slightly and greeted Wu Fengshui.

"Guests of the Wu clan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Good morning!

Wu Fengshui raised his hand in response, then forcibly dragged Maruk over and handed him to Bai Mucheng's side. "Bai Mucheng, the commission is over. I need to go back and find someone to fix the car! What should we do with this guy?"

"ha--!"

Before Bai Mucheng could answer, Maruk yawned and fell asleep again, leaning on Bai Mucheng's shoulder.

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly.

Nightwalker whispered a reminder to Akagi Shigeru, "Mr. Akagi, according to the bet, ownership of this 'Maruk' will also belong to you." "Hmm, this is a bit troublesome..."

Shigeru Akagi's personality is such that although he doesn't really care about having multiple followers, Maruk's mind is clearly that of a child, and he needs to be taken care of.

"I'm very interested in the Gambler's membership, so please allow me to indulge myself for a few more days."

Akagi Shigeru looked at Shiraki Shigeru, "The other thirty million in cash—I don't need it, so I'll give it all to Shigeru-kun, and also to Maruk beside you..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng pondered for a moment.

He truly couldn't realize the value of the gambling club membership; leaving it to Shigeru Akagi would have been the best option.

The 30 million in cash is enough to repay the debts of the Di'ai Group, and there is even a surplus of 10 million, which has great potential.

However, Shiraki was truly powerless to take care of Maruk, after all, he also had a younger sister who was still in school.

Kaji Takaomi suggested from the side, "Isn't this building now owned by Mr. Shiraki? Why don't we just let Maruk live here...?"

Shiraki shook his head. "This building seems to have a debt dispute with the Nogi Group—Q-Daro mortgaged it to the Nogi Group, and it will probably be acquired later, right? In any case, it's not a place to live for a long time."

"..."

Maruk woke up at some point and, overhearing the discussion, secretly wiped away tears. "Maruk... is he going to have nowhere to stay?"

Wu Fengshui suddenly raised his hand, "How about I take him to the Wu clan?"

Bai Mucheng shook his head again, "That's not a good idea..."

"What's wrong with that?" Wu Fengshui waved his hand with a smile, saying casually, "Although I'm not interested, there are people in the Wu clan who like it. Babies are so cute!"

"..."

The air froze for a few seconds, and the others had already made their judgment—

Maruk must never be allowed to go to the Wu clan!
Everyone fell into deep thought again, when Bai Mucheng suddenly spoke up, "Actually, we're overthinking it."

"Huh?" The others were puzzled.

Bai Mucheng rubbed Maruk's head. "Maruk is just a 'person' who has lost a lot. Why not let him choose for himself?"

"We just need to leave him our contact information so he can find us when he's in trouble—that's all we need to do."

Shiraki clenched his fist as a gesture, then bumped it against Maruk.

“At least, none of us will let him go and ‘kill’.”

"..."

After the discussion, Maruk temporarily stayed in the Nine-Story Building, preparing to find a place to rent. The others gave him their contact information, and they would discuss the rest later.

Before parting, Bai Mucheng asked Ye Xing for a business card.

Nightwalker will certainly provide it, but will still kindly remind you, "Lord Shiraki, if you are not a member of the gambling club, you cannot entrust a notary to notarize the gambling game."

"It's okay." Bai Mucheng took out a stack of business cards and inserted Ye Xing's into them. "I just think it would be fun to collect them."

Ye Xing: "...?"

Night Walker: "Alright, if you'd like some good coffee, feel free to come and sit at my shop—I usually run a coffee shop."

……

……

After leaving the building, Bai Mucheng went to the hospital again, and then went home and slept for a whole day.

Before we knew it, four or five days had passed.

In the afternoon, Bai Mucheng was sunbathing in the yard.

The people from Teiai Group arrived on time today after being contacted. The person in charge was none other than Yukio Tonegawa, the second-in-command of Teiai Group whom they had met before.

When Shiraki handed over the 20 million yen debt to the other party, Tonegawa showed little surprise.

"As expected, you were able to pay it back—but faster than I expected."

Tonegawa carefully put the money away and said with a smile, "Mr. Shiraki, you have my business card. If you want to invest in anything in the future, please feel free to contact me. I'll be waiting for you anytime."

Clearly, this "No. 2" of Teiai did not treat Shiraki as an ordinary deadbeat, and even seemed to be trying to curry favor with him.

It was afternoon tea time, and Tonegawa suggested, "To celebrate, it's my treat. How about we go for teppanyaki?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

According to his memory, "teppanyaki" and "Tonegawa" together were not a good thing.

Shiraki politely declined, and Tonegawa did not press the matter, rising to take his leave.

……

……

Shiraki continued to sunbathe on the recliner, feeling his body recovering at a subtle pace, feeling lazy and content.

As Zangief said, exercise must be combined with rest, otherwise the body will break down sooner or later, so these days are all rest time.

"..."

After turning over, Bai Mucheng opened his eyes and suddenly saw Wu Fengshui coming—her motorcycle was still parked on the side of the road.

"Hey, Shiraki-chan!"

Wu Fengshui chuckled and leaned closer, observing, "You look great! Is there some good news?"

Bai Mucheng stretched and exclaimed sincerely, "Being debt-free is so liberating!"

"Huh?" Wu Fengshui looked puzzled. "I haven't received the remittance."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

He swallowed hard, coming back to his senses. "How much did I pay you that night?"

"Let me calculate, the billed bullets, plus the car used for the rescue—that car is totaled—it all amounts to..."

Wu Fengshui took out a calculator, fiddled with it for a moment, and said, "Round it down to thirty million yen!"

Shiramu Cheng: "...Haha!"

Seeing Bai Mucheng chuckling awkwardly, Wu Fengshui quickly comforted him with a grin, "No need to rush to pay it back, I love coming to your house to collect debts!"

Shiramu Cheng: "...Hahahaha!"

The courtyard was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)