Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

The next morning, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, shimmering across the landscape. Higashino Arairyu stood in the stands beside the playground, calmly observing the students of Guixie High School as they trained. He held a bottle of Coca-Cola, taking a sip from time to time, savoring the tranquility and the pleasure of observation.

At this moment, Murayama Yoshiki walked over to Higashino Arairyu. He was also looking at the people on the playground with a satisfied smile on his face. "Not bad, right? These people?" Murayama Yoshiki asked.

Dongye Huanglong nodded in approval. "Ah, our sparring and training have indeed greatly enhanced their strength and resilience," he said, his eyes gleaming. Through the system's perspective, he could clearly see the six-dimensional data of each student. Among them, health, stamina, and defense were far higher than strength, agility, and skill. This unbalanced development trend indicated that these students excelled in endurance and tenacity.

People are completely different. Most may not even possess the talent needed to become an entry-level cadre, but by strengthening their endurance, they can stand firm longer in fierce battles. This way, even against powerful opponents, they have a chance to hold out until the very end.

At this thought, Dongye Huanglong reflected on the inherent talent of his own body. It only possessed the most basic street fighting skills and agility. With such talent, reaching the top five was already the limit, and it was highly unlikely he would even reach that level. Nearing the top five or reaching high-ranking positions was the normal trajectory of life. This was also the limit of a normal genius, or even a normal human being. Only those with exceptional talent could reach the legendary level.

Dongye Huanglong looked at the perennial repeater next to him. This god-given guy's future was firmly set on reaching the Legendary level.

"Why are you looking at me?" Murayama Yoshiki noticed Tono Arairyu's attention and was a little confused.

"How are you getting along with Qiang Luoche?"

"Haha, I'm not bored anymore now that you've mentioned this. That guy's strength has improved after his eyes recovered. Now I can't even say that I can definitely beat him." Murayama Yoshiki said as his desire to fight rose again. He walked towards Guixie alone, obviously preparing for another fight.

"Haha, Kagami Ryohei's mind is still too narrow." Thinking of how Kang Luoche's eyes had always been half good and half bad.

Of course, it may also be that his network of contacts is not as wide as mine. I found a national expert to treat Qiang Luo's eyes.

"Well, let's go find Naomi. It's time to start conquering this beautiful girl." Dongye Huanglong looked at the Guixie Gao and his group below and walked towards the Sanwang area.

Coincidentally, I ran into Naomi who was going out shortly after I stepped into Sanno Street.

Today, Naomi was wearing simple casual clothes and a pair of shorts, revealing her entire snow-white thighs.

"Arakuryu? Are you here for dinner again today?" Naomi was already quite familiar with Higashino Arakuryu, who had been eating at her place recently. Instead of the initial hostility, they actually got along quite well.

"Ah, are you going out?"

"Yeah, the store is out of ingredients, and I'm going to buy some now. You can wait for me at the cafe first."

"Really? I'll go with you. I'm pretty free right now."

"That's really embarrassing."

"It's ok."

Higashino Arairyu still planned to accompany Naomi to buy ingredients, which was a good opportunity to enhance their relationship. Besides, if he stayed in the cafe alone, the white devil would not be able to destroy the store.

Just when Higashino Arairyu and Naomi were shopping for ingredients, a group of uninvited guests broke into the ITOKAN coffee shop.

. . . . . . . .

Only three Sannoh members were stationed inside the ITOKAN Café. They were all dressed in uniform black and wore sunglasses, appearing cold and mysterious. Two of them were cleaning the shop, while another was sitting at the bar, playing on his phone. They were completely unaware of the danger that was approaching.

"Ding-dong!" With a crisp sound, the doorbell of the coffee shop was pushed open, reminding everyone in Sanwang that a guest had arrived.

Since the people here were all neighbors from Sanwang Street, the waiter didn't even look up. He just asked casually, "Looking for Naomi? She's out for something."

However, the person who walked in was no ordinary customer. A man in a white uniform and slicked-back hair walked straight to the bar and sat down next to the Sanno member who was playing on his phone.

The man's appearance caught the attention of a Sanwang member at the bar. He finally put down his phone and turned to look at KOO. He didn't recognize the man, so he asked with a hint of caution and confusion, "Who are you?"

At this moment, a member of the Sanwang team nearby was sprayed in the face with pepper spray by a guy wearing white clothes, a hat, and heavy makeup, making himself look like androgynous.

The Sanwang member who was sprayed immediately covered his eyes and screamed: "Ah! My eyes!"

The one who did it was Aizawa, one of the White Devil's leaders. He wore lipstick and eyeshadow, and earrings in his ears, making him look very effeminate, but he was actually a tough guy.

Just when another Sanwang member was about to take action, a gigolo who was also wearing white clothes and had eyeliner on his face subdued him to the ground.

The one who did it was Bito, a White Devil cadre with long hair and a sly look in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, only one of the three remaining Sanno members was left.

"Who are you?" Koo asked back with a look of disdain, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

The Sanwang member at the bar sneered, placed his phone on the counter, and replied with a contemptuous tone, "I am..." However, before he could finish his words, Koo suddenly swung his fist and smashed it hard into the man's face, knocking him to the ground. Then, Koo quickly followed up with two more kicks, muttering, "It doesn't matter who you are."

Just after the place was cleared, a blond, pretentious man wearing a white uniform, a cane in his right hand, handcuffs on his left hand, and sunglasses slowly walked into the bar.

This person is none other than Rocky, the boss of the White Devil.

Loki glanced around the scene and waved his hand, "Let's get to work."

As soon as Loki finished speaking, a White Devil member inserted a vinyl record into the record player, replacing the original music with White Devil's exclusive music. As the music started, the bar was instantly filled with a rhythmic melody and a passionate beat.

With the pulsating music, the White Devil members, seemingly ignited by passion, embarked on a frenzied rampage. For a moment, the bar was filled with the sounds of shattering bottles and thrashing objects, creating a chaotic scene. The most eye-catching of the two were Aizawa and Bito, who climbed onto the bar counter and swayed with abandon, showcasing their unruly side. Seeing this, the other members followed suit, some bouncing to the beat, others toasting with their glasses, and even banging on chairs like instruments, sending the entire bar into a frenzy.

Loki stood quietly by, enjoying the scene with a smile on his face. His cane tapped the ground softly, creating a crisp clatter that seemed to accompany the revelry. His eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction, as if he was quite pleased with the chaos he had created.

After regaining consciousness, Bito used his crutches to pull down several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. With a loud bang, the chandeliers shattered, and the fragments scattered all over the floor.

To let the Sanno Federation know that it was the White Devil who was causing the trouble, Bito spray-painted the wall that originally had the Sanno Federation logo completely black, and then spray-painted the White Devil logo on it with white paint. This act was not only provocative, but also a blatant insult to the Sanno Federation.