Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

The movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless!

boom!

With a precise jab, the thug who charged forward first suffered a broken nose and fell to the ground screaming and clutching his face.

Boom!

He sidestepped a sweeping kick, then delivered a backhand punch to the other man's face, sending him sprawling to the ground without a sound.

Click!

Grab the wrist of someone throwing a punch, twist it in the opposite direction, and with a crisp cracking sound, the person screams in agony and falls to their knees.

His movements were textbook precise, without a single unnecessary flourish, and each strike resulted in the fall of an enemy.

The efficiency is chillingly high.

"Ok?"

The Suzuran delinquents, who were engaged in a fierce battle with the remaining Kawada delinquents, also noticed this side.

He saw the silver-haired guy in the Housen uniform, whose attacks were ruthless and precise, instantly taking down several Kawada delinquents.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he grinned, revealing an even more unrestrained smile, and looked back at the Kawada delinquents around him.

He roared and launched an even fiercer attack, charging through the remaining Kawada delinquents like a whirlwind.

The two did not cooperate at all, and did not even communicate.

But at this moment, a strange tacit understanding formed.

A killing machine that is precise and efficient.

A ferocious, humanoid beast that rages and runs rampant.

The remaining Kawada delinquents were in deep trouble. Like withered leaves caught in a storm, they were quickly routed by the two men's efficient and brutal attacks.

Soon, the area under the overpass became completely quiet.

All that remained were the painful groans of Kawada Ryokan, now rendered powerless.

And two figures standing amidst the chaos.

Suzuran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, shook her wrist, and looked at Kurosaki Ryuji with lingering interest, her eyes filled with wildness and a hint of scrutiny.

　240 He strode over and stopped in front of Ryuji Kurosaki, looking him up and down.

"Hey, Fengxian's."

Linglan, panting from the fight, said domineeringly, "I was having a good time, who gave you the right to take care of my enemy?"

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at him calmly, his eyes showing no emotion: "They came at us on their own."

"I don't care how they pounced on us!"

Linglan waved her hand dismissively, acting completely unreasonable: "Anyway, you stole my spotlight! You stole my business, so this score has to be settled!"

Ryuji Kurosaki raised an eyebrow slightly: "Business? How do you plan to settle this?"

Linglan grinned mischievously, revealing a set of white teeth. She patted her flat stomach, her skin thick as ice: "I'm not a stingy person. I'm starving right now. You treat me to a meal! All you can eat! And that'll be it!"

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at him, not angry, but finding it amusing.

A guy from Lily of the Valley, upon seeing that I was from Fengxian, actually had the audacity to come over and ask me to treat him to a meal.

A person with high emotional intelligence would say that this guy is a wonderful person, an extraordinary person.

To put it bluntly, this guy is a real oddball.

Even Ryuji Kurosaki couldn't help but become curious.

"Can I ask you a question first? What's your name?"

Therefore, Ryuji Kurosaki did not agree directly, but instead asked a question.

"My name is Serizawa Tamao! From Suzuran. What's yours?"

"Kurosaki Ryuji, Housen's."

"Kurosaki Ryuji? You're the guy who killed Nakai last time?"

Upon hearing this name, Serizawa Tamao's eyes widened, and he quickly scanned Kurosaki Ryuji up and down: "Wearing Housen's uniform, with silver hair, you really are Kurosaki Ryuji?"

"If it's genuine, I have no reason to lie to you, right?"

Ryuji Kurosaki shrugged in response.

"No wonder he's so strong. It's no surprise that he could take down Brother Zhongjing."

Tamao Serizawa nodded, his tone tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

Chapter 129 Selling Serizawa Tamao

Ryuji Kurosaki thought for a moment and then asked, "Serizawa...you have a big appetite?"

Upon hearing this, Serizawa Tamao immediately puffed out his chest, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Of course, what? Afraid you can't afford it?"

At this moment, a very faint smile appeared on Kurosaki Ryuji's lips: "Okay, it's on me. Come with me."

Then he led Tamao Serizawa through a maze of twists and turns.

Before long, the two arrived at a back alley of a fairly bustling commercial street nearby and went into a small, unassuming restaurant.

The restaurant was bustling with noise and filled with the smells of stir-fried dishes and cooking fumes.

Ryuji Kurosaki was clearly a regular customer. He went straight to the counter, whispered a few words to the owner, and then pointed to Tamao Serizawa behind him, who was looking around with curiosity.

"Boss... My friend is going to participate in that competitive eating challenge, but he has a weird habit. If he knows that he is participating in the challenge, he will not be able to eat because of the pressure. So please don't tell him that he is participating in the challenge. If he succeeds, just give me the money for the challenge."

The boss was a chubby middle-aged man. He looked at Serizawa, then at Kurosaki Ryuji, and nodded with a smile on his face.

A moment later, a huge bowl was brought out and placed heavily on the table in front of Tamao Serizawa.

In the bowl, there was a pile of fried rice, as high as a small mountain, golden and shiny, exuding a rich aroma of eggs, ham, and meat!

Each grain of rice is distinct, and it's mixed with large chunks of egg, diced ham, green peas, corn kernels, scallops, shrimp, Wagyu beef, and other irresistible ingredients.

But this amount... is truly astonishing!

The height of that mountain is quite exaggerated.

"Hey! Kurosaki! Are you feeding pigs? I may have a big appetite, but this... this is way too much!"

Serizawa Tamao stared wide-eyed at the "mountain of rice" before him, his mouth slightly agape.

"Look! It's that 'Big Mac Challenge' again!"

"Tsk tsk, this portion is enough to fill me up just looking at it."

"Is this young man any good?"

The surrounding diners also cast surprised and amused glances, but they all spoke in hushed tones so that no one else could hear them, showing a certain level of civility.

"This is the restaurant's specialty: the Giant Land, Sea and Air Golden Fried Rice."

Ryuji Kurosaki pulled out a chair and sat down, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Tamao Serizawa glanced at the bowl of rice, then at Ryuji Kurosaki.

That smile just felt like the work of a devil.

"Are you sure you're treating me to a meal, and not trying to mess with me?"

Tamao Serizawa asked again, his brow furrowed.

"You said you can eat a lot, huh? Oh, right, let me remind you, if you can't finish what I'm treating you to, you're disrespecting me. If you don't respect me, don't blame me for being impolite. I won't pay a single penny for this fried rice. So please, go ahead!"

Ryuji Kurosaki then gestured for him to proceed.

How much of this fried rice do you want?

"I asked cautiously," Serizawa Tamao asked.

"It's not expensive, only about 13,000!"

Upon hearing this number from Ryuji Kurosaki, Tamao Serizawa frowned.

After all, there are quite a few valuable ingredients as toppings, and there are also a few slices of Wagyu beef on top. Considering the portion size, it is more expensive than usual, but not outrageously so.

But for Tamao Serizawa, who was penniless, that was an astronomical price. Under the influence of the word "poverty," he immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "Fine!"

The shop owner, not far away, pressed the timer with a smile.

Tamao Serizawa picked up the huge rice ladle and, like a general facing a vast army, roared triumphantly, "I'm starting to eat!"

Then, he plunged headfirst into that golden mountain of rice!

At first, he was full of energy, wielding his spoon rapidly and swallowing large mouthfuls of fried rice at a visible rate.

But gradually, as the stomach was rapidly filled, the speed inevitably slowed down.

Gradually, sweat began to bead on his forehead, and swallowing became somewhat difficult.

But Tamao Serizawa's eyes remained fierce, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred for this job.

"Come on!"

"Young man! Hang in there!"

Believe in yourself, you can do it!

The surrounding diners were inspired by his enthusiasm and cheered him on.

Tamao Serizawa, unaware that he was already participating in a challenge, didn't understand why someone was cheering him on while he was eating.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else and buried himself in his work.

Ryuji Kurosaki sat quietly opposite, sipping his free tea and watching Tamao Serizawa fight hard.

When he saw Tamao Serizawa choking and pounding his chest, then gulping down a large glass of water before continuing to work hard, a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Tamao Serizawa's face turned bright red, he was sweating profusely, and his stomach swelled up at a visible speed, like an inflated balloon.

But he still didn't give up, his eyes filled with an almost frighteningly persistent look.

Almost mechanically, he scooped the remaining fried rice into his mouth, spoonful by spoonful.

Finally, in the last minute before the timer was about to reach zero, Tamao Serizawa used his last bit of strength to stuff the last spoonful of fried rice into his mouth and swallow it with difficulty.

Then, he collapsed into the chair as if he were completely exhausted, panting heavily, not even wanting to move a finger.

"Ding!"

The timer has stopped.

"Oh!!"

"Someone actually succeeded!!!"

"Wow, impressive, young man, you actually succeeded in the challenge."

The restaurant erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers!

"Huh? A challenge?"

Tamao Serizawa glanced blankly at the guests around him, looking completely bewildered.

Challenge? What kind of challenge?

At this moment, the boss also walked over with a smile, holding a thick stack of brand-new banknotes in his hand.

He handed the money to Ryuji Kurosaki.

"Congratulations on successfully completing the challenge! Here's the prize money! You're amazing, young man!"

The boss gave a thumbs-up to Serizawa Tamao, who was slumped in his chair with a round belly like a ball and a somewhat vacant look in his eyes.

Serizawa Tamao stared at the thick stack of banknotes, then at his own round belly, and then at Kurosaki Ryuji, who calmly put away the money. He was completely dumbfounded.

"This is..."

Tamao Serizawa raised his hand with difficulty, pointed to the money, then to himself: "What's going on?"

"Congratulations on completing this restaurant's eating challenge! Congratulations!"