Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 17 Gambler's Club

The atmosphere has changed.

When Q-Daro placed a full ten million yen on the table, the atmosphere of the entire room changed, becoming murky and muddy, making it hard to breathe.

"..."

Bai Mucheng squinted and scanned the area, noticing that everyone's reactions were different.

The most obvious—and most ordinary—was, of course, "Kaji Takaomi." One second he was so bored he was about to doze off, and the next he was suddenly jolted awake, his eyes wide with shock at the huge sum of money on the table.

"Eh!?"

What is that old man saying?
Suddenly pulling out so much money, are you gambling on something high?
"Ten million... ten million?!" Kaji Takaomi was extremely surprised and subconsciously asked, "That much... but how exactly do we gamble?"

This performance was exactly what Q-Lang wanted.

"Wow, you've never seen so much money before, have you? It's actually very simple..."

"Just take the money and leave the building!"

Q-Long slammed his hand on the table, excitedly saying, "Just take the money back like this, and it's yours! Come on! Take it quickly! Don't be shy!"

That unusually high spirit, coupled with the huge sum of ten million yen, made Kaji Takaomi feel suffocated.

If an ordinary office worker wanted to save 10 million yen from their salary, it would take them about five years of not eating or drinking. Now, someone is just handing it over to them, offering to take the money as soon as they want?!
"Uh...huh..."

Kaji Takaomi's breathing grew heavier and heavier, sensing that something was amiss, but his gaze remained fixed on the money.

Q-Long had already anticipated this outcome.

He had seen too many people like this, and there was no point in thinking about it anymore. After all, in the face of money, people were no different from cats and dogs, and their words and actions were very easy to predict.

So, no one will refuse... right?

A hint of doubt suddenly arose in Q-Lang's otherwise confident heart.

Because apart from Kaji Takaomi, the performances of the other three were not what he expected, and even their expressions were different!
……

The silver-haired middle-aged man still had a cigarette in his mouth, as if the ten million dollar fortune on the table didn't exist.

The stronger one was twisting his neck and rolling his eyes around, as if searching for something;
The thin, white-haired youth was seriously considering the bet, but his attention wasn't on the money; instead, he was smiling and staring intently at Q-Long himself.

……

"Isn't that a huge difference?"

Baku shrugged. "I thought you were finally showing your true colors, but this offer isn't attractive at all."

"From the moment I stepped into this building, I smelled a strong stench of blood..."

"As for you—you smell like an executioner."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Q-Long realized once again that tonight's guest was by no means incompetent.

"...I see. It seems this gentleman is very observant."

"I was planning to explain after you received the money, but oh well..."

Q-Lang smiled as before and snapped his fingers lightly.

despair!
Another figure suddenly appeared, standing abruptly beside Q-Lang, instantly attracting everyone's attention with its strong presence.

It was a man wearing a terrifying mask, with his hair standing on end in sharp spikes. His upper body was naked, simply bound by crisscrossing cloth strips, and he wore long pants. His muscles were clearly defined.

In terms of physique, the masked man is in no way inferior to Shiraki Sei;

In terms of aura, unlike Bai Mucheng's casual and carefree demeanor, the masked man exudes a murderous aura and is definitely "abnormal" no matter how you look at it!
"He...he is..."

Kaji Takaomi was so shocked that he was speechless and at a loss for what to do.

In contrast, Shiramu Cheng remained calm—although the details differed from his memory, the person who was supposed to appear had finally shown up.

Bai Mucheng looked up and met the masked man's gaze. The man appeared youthful, a stark contrast to his exaggerated physique.

There's no mistake, that masked man is the "tool" that Q-Lang used to kill for fun, the "Demon of the Abandoned Building" with absolute violence!
"As you can see..."

Q-Long continued his introduction, "If you can leave here with the money, you win. I also have helpers on my side who will do their best to stop you from leaving..."

"This is a very simple bet, right?" "..."

Shiraki understood, took out a photo of a Nogi Group salesman from his pocket, and placed it in front of Q-Daro.

"I see."

Shiraki looked at Q-Taro and said, "When the Nogi Group's sales representatives came here before, you played the same bet, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

Q-Daro clapped his hands repeatedly, looked at the photo, and laughed heartily, "I still remember him, a young guy who just bought a house in Tokyo and is currently worried about the loan! I told him that if he wins, he will pay back the debt he owes to the Nogi Group."

"..." Bai Mucheng stared into Q-Darlang's eyes, "So, what was the result of that bet? Where is he now?"

"I don't know, has he gone missing?"

Q-Long laughed heartily, "As for the outcome of the bet, it's no fun talking about it!"

"Did that young man fail and not get his money back, too ashamed to face his boss? Or did he win a large sum of money from me and secretly run off to enjoy himself? It's really hard to guess..."

"..."

The implication was clear: the salesman had likely met with misfortune and died while fleeing the building.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng's expression turned somewhat unfriendly.

He didn't care about the interests of the Nogi Group, but as a fighter who fought with his fists, Shiraki Sei became particularly sensitive to the feelings of "people".

After reviewing the salesperson's information several times, Bai Mucheng suddenly felt a sense of unease.

For that salesman, it was just a business trip, and he might even get a reward from his boss. Instead, he was lured here by Q-Darlang and brutally murdered in a gambling game.

If you can't afford it, don't gamble; and if you're not a gambler, you shouldn't be forced to gamble!
The gambling game Q set up in this abandoned building was not intended to be a fun contest with people, but simply to kill for fun!
"..."

Nearby, Baku noticed Shiraki's change in mood.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming tense, Baku sighed helplessly and muttered, "Speaking of which, if four...five people are involved in the betting, isn't a prize of ten million too little?"

Q-Lang could tell, of course, that the other party was already interested in the bet.

To add fuel to the fire, Q-Long picked up the phone beside him and smiled, "Of course, I also hate boring betting games. Tonight should be quite exciting, right? I've specially invited a 'notary' to come."

"—The notary of the 'Gambler' Club."

"..."

As soon as he uttered those words, Kaji Takaomi noticed that Mr. Baku beside him froze completely.

He had thought that a calm person like the tapir wouldn't be startled by anything, but at this moment the tapir's expression clearly darkened.

The tapir muttered that name under its breath, "Heh, Gambler..."

……

……

About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

He was a well-dressed, upright, and refined old gentleman.

The old man took off his hat and bowed to everyone.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. You must be a member at level nine, right?"

He calmly introduced himself, “I am the second notary of the Gambler Club—Nightwalker Princess Gu Yi.”

……

……

That night, Kaji Takaomi, who had always lived in the ordinary world, finally realized how insignificant the morality taught by his parents and teachers when he was a child was.

Humanity—

They're capable of anything.

(End of this chapter)