Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 345 Slap Contest
The moment Gen Tamako answered "I refuse", the giant screen in the Temple of the Seven Sins announced the end of the bet - designer Ye Xingqi won the bet.

Morimu Yalan argued loudly, claiming that their bet had a prerequisite, that Yuan Yuzi's choice would only be valid if no one stopped her.

Ye Xingqi immediately refuted, saying that Yuan Yuzi was not "blocked" in the conventional sense, that is, no one threatened her life, and no one physically blocked her. In the latest bet, it was clearly mentioned that the determining factor of the outcome of the bet was "Yuan Yuzi's independent choice."

Mori Mu Ya Lan expected Ye Xingqi to play word games, but she didn't expect him to take it so far.

She had no way to refute it now. She wanted to deny the debt, but she didn't have the ability to do so. She could only admit defeat.

After losing the bet, she was also left behind and became a formal participant with the number 4438. She needed to participate in trials, win points, and exchange tickets before she could leave.

Seeing this, everyone became more fearful and did not dare to sign up easily.

Senmu Yalan was furious. She knew what kind of person Ye Xingqi was. It was really embarrassing to lose to this guy in public, especially when Ye Xingqi had a smug expression and looked like he was smarter than others. It made her fists itch and she wanted to beat him up.

Anyway, you will be cut if you stick your head out, and you will be cut if you hide your head. Hesitation will make you miss the opportunity, so you might as well be the first to try something new.

Senmu Yalan grabbed Ye Xingqi's collar, but before she could say anything, two machine guns popped out from the corner and aimed at her head.

"Again!" she cried. "One more bet!"

Instead of participating in a game with unknown danger level, she might as well have a serious match with Night Walker Seven... She had already thought about it, just arm wrestling or slapping him, and giving him a good beating.

Night Walker 7 indicated that it was okay, and after the machine gun retracted, he raised his head and said, "Okay, but what can you bet with me?"

"With my life!"

Senmu Yalan patted her chest.

She had just seen it clearly on TV. The cruelty of the trial was no less than risking one's life. There was no difference between gambling with one's life and participating in the trial.

"Oh?" Ye Xingqi looked up and down at Sen Mu Ya Lan, and said in a tone that he thought was cold but seemed very mean to the latter: "What do you want to win?"

"Six tickets, which is three hundred and sixty points." Senmu Yalan said in a flat tone.

"I don't think your life is worth this price." said Night Walker Seven.

Veins popped up on Senmu Yalan's forehead and she clenched her fists, thinking that if she had known earlier, she would have punched him a few more times.

"But, I'm in a good mood now, and no one else dares to sign up, so I'll just play with you," Night Walker Seven asked in a 'merciful' tone, "How do you want to bet?"

"You and I slap each other and bet on who will surrender first," Morimu Yalan sneered as she rolled up her sleeves and transformed from a lady's form into a combat form, "I bet you will surrender."

Ye Xingqi spread his hands, shook his head, and said in a tone of "Are you a bastard?" "How could I agree to such a bet? It's totally unfair! You are the challenger, and I should be the one to set the rules."

Senmu Yalan said with a "tsk" sound: "How do you want to bet?"

Night Walker Seven glanced at her forearm, slightly restrained his smile, and said, "How about this, you and I each designate a "contestant" to fight for ourselves, and let them slap each other. If the designated contestant loses consciousness or surrenders voluntarily, it will be considered that the designated person has lost the bet. How about that?"

He paused and explained, "This is similar to horse racing or cockfighting. You put your own BMW or rooster into the arena. The winner will naturally receive a generous prize, and the loser may lose everything or even his life."

Senmu Yalan could tell that this guy was setting a trap for her: "Who can I designate? What if the designated contestant turns against us and surrenders?"

"That's your business. If you're worried, you can do it yourself. I don't mind watching you get beaten into a pig's head." Ye Xingqi said.

Senmu Yalan frowned and asked, "Can I specify anyone?"

"Of course, the prerequisite is that the other party agrees to fight for you." Ye Xingqi nodded.

Sen Mu Ya Lan thought for a moment and actually agreed. The other participants talked about it and thought that she was just gambling and that was why she did such a thing.

Senmu Yalan ignored the criticisms of others. She carefully confirmed the rules of the slapping contest with Ye Xingqi to prevent the latter from playing word games again.

After the two sides finished discussing, the lucky cat on the screen confirmed the rules:
1. Determine the order of shooting: The two players decide who will shoot first by tossing a coin.

2. Determine the number of rounds: Each match will last a maximum of three or five rounds.

3. Standardized striking actions: You can only use your open palm to strike the opponent’s face. Any action such as hammering with the bottom of your palm, striking the opponent’s eyes, behind the ears, or on the temple will be considered a foul and will result in a penalty decision.

4. Time limit for attack: Each player has 30 seconds to attack, 30 seconds to get up and return to the competition position after being slapped, and 10 seconds to get up after falling to the ground.

5. Clearly define the posture for receiving a blow: When receiving a slap, the contestant must keep his body upright, his chin raised, and his hands behind his back.

6. Dodging and blocking are prohibited: You cannot dodge or block by moving your head, shrinking your neck, etc.

7. Inform the referee: Before taking a shot, the player must tell the referee which hand to use and how many times to warm up.

8. Winning conditions: If one player is unconscious, dead or surrenders, the other player will win.

9. Preparatory measures: The venue will be provided by a third-party arbitrator to ensure that no player is favored.

10. Athlete status: Ensure that both players are physically fit, mentally stable, and have no physical discomfort during the competition.

Both parties are aware of and agree to the above rules without any objection. After the contestants are designated, the gambling can begin.

Four or five men wearing cat-face masks lifted the curtain. They moved the retractable belts, brought inflatable mattresses, tables and chairs, magnesium chalk and other competition equipment, and quickly set up the scene.

One of the men, wearing a red cat-face mask, stepped forward and introduced himself as the official arbitrator of the bet. He reiterated that both parties in the bet could question the players' violations, but it was ultimately up to him to decide whether a violation occurred.

Everything was ready. Ye Xingqi turned slightly and said to the arbitrator: "Please help invite Fourth Uncle. He is more skilled in this..."

"Say your name." The arbitrator looked straight ahead.

"Venerable Hui Sikong." Ye Xingqi said.

The arbitrator nodded, saying that he would convey the invitation, and then asked Morimu Yalan which player she would send to compete. The latter pretended to think for a moment and whispered a name:
"Watanabe Shun."

The arbitrator did not comment and turned to contact the backstage staff through the intercom.

Ye Xingqi didn't know who she chose, so he asked a few questions tentatively, but Senmu Yalan ignored him. She pouted and muttered, "You won't be able to hold yourself up when you lose."

The two sat side by side outside the retractable belt, looking at the competition venue.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the first person to arrive was a thin monk, with a rosary made of human bones around his neck. He had a little baby fat on his cheeks and looked like Maitreya Buddha when he smiled. But under his open robe, there was not much fat, and his muscular blocks were particularly clear.

Senmu Yalan didn't know where he found this monk, nor did she know what this bald monk was capable of. She looked at him carefully and found that his hands were covered with calluses and his forearms were so thick that they were almost as thick as her thighs.

"Are you afraid?"

Night Walker Seven tilted his head and said, "This is the fourth-ranked designer. He is very good at making torture instruments and killing machines. He practices almost cruelly all year round. He has an endurance for physical pain that is unimaginable for mortals..."

"Haha, my contestants are not bad either." Senmu Yalan interrupted.

She leaned back in her chair and turned her face away, not wanting to listen to Ye Xingqi's nagging anymore.

Ten minutes later, the second contestant came on stage. It was Watanabe Shun who was also kidnapped.

The Aum Shinrikyo cult assigned him to a labor area and did not even bother to brainwash him. They directly made him dig sand, move bricks, and transport steel with other laborers... He was working as soon as he opened his eyes. If he did not work, he would be shot, and if he worked less, he would go hungry.

Before Moriki Malan designated him to appear on the stage, Watanabe Shun was plastering at the construction site.

On the way here, the arbitrator explained the whole story to the two players, and both agreed to participate.

Watanabe Shun was particularly excited. After seeing Moriki Yalan, he patted his chest and promised that he would not let the director down and would definitely beat the shit out of that bald donkey!
To ensure fairness, the arbitrator provided Watanabe Shun with water and allowed him to rest for eight hours to recover.

The latter, after having eaten and drunk his fill, waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to rest at all. He had been slacking off at the construction site, mixing plaster for two hours, and he was still stirring the cement when it was almost dry - even if he starved to death, he would rather work as a laborer for the cult!
Seeing this, Moriki Yalan became particularly worried and regretted choosing Watanabe Shun to participate in the competition... Fushimi-kun would have been a good choice, and Kazama Takusai would have been okay as well, as both of them are very strong.

As for why she chose Watanabe Shun, it was mainly because she felt that Watanabe Shun was the toughest.

A slapping contest is not necessarily won by the person with the most strength.

"Be careful, that bald donkey is quite powerful..." Senmu Yalan reminded in a low voice.

"Don't worry!" Watanabe Shun licked the plum stains on the corner of his mouth, gave a thumbs up, and said seriously with his head held high: "As a man, I will definitely bring everyone back safely!"

Moriki Yalan knew that this guy liked to act cool. He had beaten up a Sugamo resident without authorization in order to show off in front of his juniors, and he was almost suspended from work...

Is it really okay to leave their fate to such a frivolous man?

Moriki Yalan was a little hesitant for a moment and wanted to ask for a change of people, but considering that Fushimi Shika had been shot and Kazama Takusai had one arm, after much thought, she could only choose Watanabe Shun.

"Only this time, don't let me down." She said seriously.

Watanabe Shun was stunned: "Huh? The director was disappointed in me before..."

Before he finished speaking, the referee reminded both players to go on the field. Without time to chat, Watanabe Shun said "Leave it to me" and ran to the field.

According to the rules, both players toss a coin to decide who will make the first move. In this kind of fighting competition that relies purely on strength and endurance, making the first move is crucial, as it not only creates momentum, but also affects the strength of the opponent's subsequent palm swing.

The arbitrator flipped a coin and clapped it on the back of his hand.

Watanabe Shun spoke first. He guessed the word facing up. This time he was lucky and guessed it correctly.

"Both players please prepare."

The arbitrator asked the two men to stand face to face. Watanabe Shungei patted his hands with magnesium chalk, rubbing his fists together, ready to fight; the monk looked at his nose and his nose, looking calm and composed, with his hands behind his back, ready to be beaten.

Seeing this, the referee waved his hand and announced loudly: "The game begins!"

Watanabe Shun raised his right hand, gestured to the monk twice, and muttered softly: "I'm sorry, man, if you want to blame someone, blame the kidnapping police..."

The monk didn't say anything, but just looked up at him, his pupils reflecting cold light, and his indifferent eyes were enough to explain everything. Obviously, he didn't take Watanabe Shun seriously.

"What's that expression on your face? Do you look down on me?" Watanabe Shun was a little unhappy. He raised his right hand high and began to gather strength: "Then don't blame me for being disrespectful to my elders!"

He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and swung his arms, using almost all his strength, determined to smash that stinky face into pieces!
Snapped!
A white mist burst out from the monk's left face. The giant screen played back the slow motion at 0.25 times the speed, and his face gradually became distorted and deformed, like a deflated toilet plunger.

After the white mist of magnesium powder dissipated, there was a slap mark on the monk's face. His skin was not swollen or red. The slap mark was hollow, with a thin layer of magnesium powder on the outer edge.

He showed no expression of pain, his eyes were still calm, and he didn't even groan, as if he had just been bitten by a mosquito and it was not worth mentioning.

Watanabe Shun shook his numb palms and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"It's my turn," the monk said hoarsely.

Watanabe Shun's forehead began to sweat. He originally thought that he could knock this guy down with a slap, but now it seems that things are not that simple...

But as the boss's right-hand man, the senior that the juniors rely on, and the police officer that his superiors have high hopes for, how could he be afraid of the stage? Even if it means death, he will bear it!

The monk did not pat the magnesium powder or make any gestures. He slowly raised his right hand, veins on his forearm appeared, and aimed at the left face of Watanabe Shun, then swung it in a circle and swung it down violently.

--boom! !
Watanabe Shun felt his eyes go dark, his brain spins, a sour feeling surges in his nose, followed by waves of severe pain...

The giant screen played back the slow motion at 0.25 times the speed. Watanabe Shun's face began to tilt from the chin, his nose was twisted into a U shape, and his facial skin surged like waves - even without magnesium powder, the visual impact was still full.

Senmu Yalan stood up from her chair. She really didn't expect that the gap in strength between the two was so huge.

No wonder Ye Xingqi looks so confident.

I originally thought that by avoiding trials and intelligence games, I would be able to compete with these people. Now it seems that people with good brains may also be good at hand-to-hand combat.

Watanabe Shun staggered two steps and barely managed to steady his body. He shook his head, and his left face felt a little numb, as if it was being pricked by countless needles. The worst thing was that his neck felt a little painful.

Evil situation.

Watanabe Shun licked the side of his mouth with his tongue. It was bleeding and his teeth were a little loose. He took a breath and asked the arbitrator for a mouthguard.

The arbitrator did not agree immediately, but asked Ye Xingqi and Hui Sikong whether they agreed. The former had no objection, he felt that he had already won, and it didn't make much difference whether he wore it or not; the latter did not comment, letting Watanabe Shun do as he pleased, he didn't need that kind of thing.

The two sides agreed, and the arbitrator issued a mouth guard. Watanabe Shun bit it and held it in his mouth, swallowing the blood from his nose and the saliva from his mouth.

do my best!

His eyes were fierce, and he rubbed his right hand. After the referee announced the rotation, he raised his arm again, roared from his chest, and swung it down violently -

--boom!

The monk simply tilted his head slightly, causing some of the magnesium powder on his face to dissipate, and the capillaries on his face to burst, revealing a slap mark.

The giant screen didn't even replay it, perhaps because they felt that Watanabe Shun's attack was not interesting, so they skipped this round of slow motion.

Seeing that he still didn't fall down, Watanabe Shun felt a chill on his back. He clenched his fists and said nothing.

Ye Xingqi put his hands to his mouth and shouted at the right time: "Don't hold on! Surrender! It's not you who are betting anyway!"

Moriki Yalan also wanted to shout something to encourage Watanabe Shun, but seeing that half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, she really didn't know what to say.

"continue."

Watanabe Shun squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.

The arbitrator signaled for the exchange of blows. The monk slowly raised his right hand, put his five fingers together, his palm was red, and his muscles were engorged with blood. He aimed at the left face of Watanabe Shun and swung it down fiercely -

--boom! !
Watanabe Shun's ears buzzed, his brain shut down, his eyes lost vision, and even his sense of touch disappeared for a few seconds.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly came to his senses and found himself lying on the ground. The arbitrator's countdown sounded in his ears:
"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

……

No...

Can't fall here...

The Director is looking at me...

The boss's life or death is unknown...

Genyuko and Sakurako, they are just girls...

It's just me here, I'm the only man.

"Two!" The arbitrator was still counting down.

Watanabe Shun supported himself with his arms, turned over with difficulty, and arched his waist little by little. He lost his sense of balance and could only grab the arbitrator's pants and stood up in a very embarrassed manner.

Seeing this, Night Walker clapped his hands in amazement and said, "Oh! He's quite tough! No wonder you chose him..."

"Shut up!" Senmu Yalan interrupted coldly.

Her eyes were red as she stared at Ye Xingqi with a murderous look in her eyes.

The arbitrator announced another rotation, and this time it was Watanabe Shun's turn to slap.

But he did not rush back to the competition position, but made full use of the 30-second time limit to breathe. When the 30 seconds were about to pass, he returned to the competition position, raised his arms, aimed back and forth, and planned to use the 30 seconds of the shot to continue resting.

At the same time, Minamoto Tamako and Fujiwara Hideo finally arrived at the Temple of the Seven Sins.

As soon as they entered the venue, they saw a slapping contest being played on the giant screen. The monks were beating up Senior Watanabe so hard that his head turned into a pig's.

Yuan Yuzi quickly asked the onlookers what was going on. A smart person suggested exchanging points for information. With just sixty points, he could tell her everything he knew.

Yuan Yuzi was not stupid. She shouted that she would exchange 5 points for information. A group of people gathered around her. Finally, she chose a fat man who looked the most honest and signaled to the staff wearing a cat-face mask next to her to trade points.

The honest fat man was really honest. In just a few words, he explained the cause and effect of the slapping contest clearly.

After hearing this, Yuan Yuzi's first reaction was why Sister Yalan wanted six tickets, when there were only five of them. But then, she saw Senior Watanabe preparing to make a move, and without thinking too much, she shouted to make way, and squeezed to the front row with Fujiwara Yu, pressing her hands on the retractable belt and shouting:

"Come on!! Watanabe-senpai!!"

Watanabe Shun was stunned. He glanced back and saw Gen Tamako - the latter was wearing pajamas, carrying a rifle on her back, and her body was covered in blood. He couldn't imagine what Gen Tamako had been through.

She's calling me senior...

As a senior, how can you not protect the younger generation?

This is what the boss taught him, a real man should stand up and shoulder the responsibility!
Watanabe Shun took a deep breath, like a dying beast gasping for air. He knew in his heart that he could not withstand the next slap, and victory or failure would depend on this battle!
He must defeat the powerful enemy!
Watanabe Shun raised his right hand high, every inch of his knuckles was gathering strength, he could feel his right arm becoming engorged with blood, his muscles tensed to the limit, he lowered his waist and turned around, letting out a loud roar, he was not afraid even if his right hand would be crippled!

--boom! !
The giant screen immediately played back the slow motion. At the moment when Watanabe Shun swung his palm, his waist and back drove his right arm, and the palm was like the end of a whip, hitting the monk's face hard. The latter's face suddenly deformed, his nose bent, the corners of his mouth cracked, and his facial skin kept rolling, looking extremely tragic.

However, after the slow motion ended, the onlookers standing in the front row were stunned.

The monk's face was swollen and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he still stood there steadily with a calm look. The arbitrator asked him if he needed a mouth guard, but he still refused, as if the pain was not worth mentioning to him.

"Alternate rotation!"

The arbitrator announced loudly.

The monk did not wait for 30 seconds, he did not even wait for three seconds, he just raised his arm.

Watanabe Shun subconsciously took a step back and left the competition area.

The arbitrator reminded him that if he did not return to the designated location to receive the slap within 30 seconds, it would be regarded as surrender.

"Surrender!"

Everyone turned around and saw that the person who was shouting was Mori Mu Ya Lan.

Her eyes were red and she shouted, "You'll die if you get hit again!"

"Yeah," Night Walker Seven gloated and echoed, "There's no point in continuing to insist. If you can't win, you can't win. This is the gap in strength! Surrender now and you can avoid getting slapped!"

He paused and continued to persuade, "Moreover, I can be merciful and spare this lady's life. As long as you are willing to continue to gamble with your life, you can win her back at any time! The best strategy is to conserve your strength and find a way to turn the tables in subsequent gambles..."

Of course, he was lying.

But this is not a violation, and there is no rule in this bet that prohibits lying.

Yuan Yuzi couldn't stand it anymore and loudly persuaded Watanabe Shun to give up. In the eyes of others, Watanabe Shun's face was horrible, his hair style fell down, covering his eyes, his face was bruised and swollen, and the left side of his face was even twice as big as the right side!
However, after taking a thirty-second breath, Watanabe Shun slowly and firmly took a step forward towards the monk's hanging right arm, and squeezed out two words from his chest.

"continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Hui Sikong suddenly swung his right arm down, and a frightening sound of flesh and bones colliding was heard. Watanabe Shun's body and head moved half a meter to the left. With a plop, without any buffering action, he fell heavily to the ground.

There was complete silence in the Temple of the Seven Sins.

(End of this chapter)