Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 182 The Royal Family
Remain--

Self-reference, referring to "I".

If someone with more education heard the word "Yu," they would think that the dark-skinned, long-haired man was someone of extraordinary origin.
However, those who are more uncouth might find the long-haired man inexplicable.

However, Shiraki Sei's younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, has a different way of thinking than the two mentioned above.

She has a blindly optimistic and big heart.

In her opinion, she has always been very lucky, so being suddenly struck up a conversation with someone is a good thing, and she is too lazy to think about anything more complicated.

Therefore, after a brief moment of surprise, she quickly accepted the long-haired man's self-identification and began sharing more snacks with him.

"These are potato chips."

"No need, Yu..."

"This is chocolate bamboo shoots."

"They say..."

"This is cola."

"……Thanks."

The long-haired man had no choice but to accept the snacks, tossing the bag of snacks to the suited bodyguard behind him while keeping a bottle of cola for himself.

laugh--!
Seeing the long-haired man open the cola can, the guards behind him became nervous and wanted to speak up to remind him.

"that……"

But then, he was interrupted by the long-haired man.

"It's alright. I have a good eye for people. This young lady isn't a bad person. There's no need to be nervous."

"..."

Since His Highness has said so, the two guards exchanged a glance and had no choice but to give up.

The long-haired man sighed softly, "After all, her elder brother is a powerful figure whom even 'Katahara Mitsudo' highly regards..."

The man raised the bottle of cola and toasted with Arisa, and the two of them drank to their hearts' content.

Meanwhile on the other side.

Shiraki apologized profusely to the salesperson, but still took the souvenir, a "Boxing Bear" themed doll.

After giving the doll to Wu Fengshui, Bai Mucheng remembered hearing his younger sister shout earlier, so he turned around and looked around.

Finally, they saw Arisa chatting happily with the long-haired man.

……

……

At this moment, the two bodyguards in suits, in order to dispel their unease, were chatting casually while performing their duties.

"It's alright. After all, this is a venue hosted by the Kengan Association behind the scenes, not a war zone, so there's no need to worry too much."

"That's not wrong. Your Highness is safe."

"Right? Anyway, you won't run into professional assassins in a place like this, and there won't be any dangerous terrorists."

"..."

Wu Fengshui, a high-end professional assassin from the Wu clan, held a doll in one hand and reached out to You Sha with the other, grabbing a handful of popcorn from her arms.

Meanwhile, Shiraki Sei, who is not a dangerous terrorist but is being targeted by a dangerous death row inmate, has arrived beside Yusa and is locked in eye contact with the long-haired man.

After a brief silence, the two shook hands and introduced themselves.

"Bai Mu Cheng".

"Lalma, Lalma XIII."

"..."

Wu Fengshui, who was playing with a doll, suddenly remembered something when he heard the long-haired man's name. "Lalma? The Thai royal family?"

She looked back, then moved closer to Bai Mucheng and added:

"King Lalma XIII is the de facto ruler of the Thai monarchy's political and economic circles; in short, he is the 'King of Thailand.' His family has always cooperated with the Wu family, and he himself seems to be a close friend of the late King Wu."

"..."

At the same time, Larma also noticed Wu Fengshui's eyes. "Hmm? So you're the younger sister of the Wu clan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lamar was in a great mood after meeting so many people and receiving snacks as gifts, but she didn't know how to reciprocate.

Thanks to Bai Mucheng pulling out the Douhun Martial Arts Academy's business card, Lalma finally had an idea.

"Hehe, I like frank and strong people."

He also took out his business card. Because of his royal status, even his business card was made of pure gold and he would only give it to "personal" friends.

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng's collection has been expanded, putting him in a great mood. He put his arm around Lamar's shoulder, which seemed rather impolite, but the other woman didn't seem to mind.

However, this scene caused trouble for the two guards behind him.

With Lalma's "sword"—the Thai "God of War"—absent, the guards naturally had to be extra careful, but the current situation was incredibly strange.

Is it really okay to let His Highness and those people run wild like this?
……

……

Fortunately, this doubt did not last long.

Finally, an acquaintance arrived, bringing with him even more bodyguards.

The current head of the Tokugawa zaibatsu—Tokugawa Mitsunari!
The short, bald old man, dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono, waved a folding fan and greeted Larma with a smile.

"Haha, it's rare to see Prince Lalma in a suit!"

"After all, it's my 'sword' participating in the event today, and I don't want to steal the spotlight from my friend."

Lalma smiled and replied, "It's been a long time, Mr. Tokugawa."

"Hey, there are quite a few familiar faces here."

Tokugawa's gaze swept over Arisa and Wu Fengshui, finally landing on Shiraki Cheng. "Well? Have you found a suitable strongman?"

"There are some interesting guys, though."

Bai Mucheng looked around, his gaze extending further into the distance. "However, there are too many people here; there are bound to be places I haven't noticed."

Tokugawa had anticipated this, and waving his fan, he laughed and said, "It's alright. After all, the tickets for ordinary tourists only go until the afternoon. The rest of the time is reserved for VIPs, who will have more 'freedom'."

"Haha, what a cunning arrangement."

Lalma smiled. "But that's precisely why I'm having my 'sword' participate in this event—as a warm-up for the 'Street Showdown'."

Tokugawa grinned from ear to ear, "You're very confident in your 'boxing champion,' Prince Lalma!"

"As a 'boxing champion,' it may be difficult for him to win, but as 'him personally,' I really want to witness his fight."

Lalma narrowed his long, narrow eyes. "He always goes along with my expectations, but I know that deep down he has another wish—"

"He wanted to fight to the death against a truly formidable enemy."

"To fulfill my old friend's wish, I will certainly not be stingy."

"..."

The two were chatting happily when they suddenly heard a commotion not far away.

"Let's start the match!"

"It's an amateur fighting an active boxer!"

"Hehe, can you call this a challenge?"

"..."

The crowd gradually moved towards one of the arena rings.

The two fighters on the stage were clearly on the verge of exploding, and the active boxer was obviously furious, probably because he had been provoked by his opponent.

"You blond kid, are you looking down on me?"

"Hahaha, so what if you look down on me? I'm 'Superman' after all!"

"..."

Not far from the audience.

Shiraki Cheng, Wu Fengshui, Laerma, Tokugawa Mitsunari, and several guards were watching this unexpected match.

Yusa is distributing snacks to everyone.

……

……

It's further away, at another entrance to the venue.

Kengan-kai Chairman Katahara Metsudo entered the exhibition hall, accompanied by a muscular man.

The man's gaze was intense and piercing, revealing his frankness and integrity; he was the kind of person who was very serious at first glance.

"As a 'boxer,' you've probably never been to a boxing gym, right?"

Leaning on his cane, Miedang chuckled as he looked at the man beside him. "From the moment you stepped into this place, you've entered the realm of boxing. Are you going to fight using the rules of 'boxing'?"

Without hesitation, the martial artist first thanked Katahara Metsudo for giving him a ride, and then shouted in a low voice.

"I do not mind!"

(End of this chapter)