Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 223 Renovation Project
After another day of rest, the next day arrived.

The battle with Dorian happened the night before.

Bai Mucheng got up early, checked his physical condition, and found that he had almost recovered before starting a new day of training.

After the morning run, I returned to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to practice basic striking techniques.

boom!boom!boom……

Punch after punch landed on the sandbag wrapped in bandages and patches until he was drenched in sweat, drops of sweat falling into the soil beneath his feet.

Snapped!
The final blow was a high sweeping kick to finish the attack.

"call--!"

Shiramu Cheng Chang exhaled a breath of hot air, grabbed a towel from the railing beside him, and began wiping his body.

Then, he hung the towel around his neck and, facing the large mirror inside the martial arts gym through the floor-to-ceiling window, began to do his post-training stretches.

With stretching finished, today's warm-up is complete.

"..."

While the stretching was being done, a sturdy black motorcycle was parked in front of the entrance to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy, with repair tools hanging on both sides of the vehicle.

Wearing shorts and a vest, Wu Fengshui walked into the yard, sat on a loaded tire, took off his sunglasses, and revealed his black-and-white eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Shiraki!"

The girl grinned and raised her hand, looking Shiramu Cheng up and down. "Hmm, much more muscular than when we first met! And quite a few more scars..."

Shiramu slowly raised his leg, gradually straightening it completely towards the sky, feeling the exertion of every muscle.

Height 187cm, weight 101kg

Such a physique is not outstanding among fighters, but the numerous scars etched on his body are something that cannot be obtained no matter how hard one tries in the real world.

despair.

Shiramu Cheng landed lightly on his toes, his muscles relaxed, and he jumped a few times on the spot.

He turned to look at Wu Fengshui, hands on his hips, tilting his head, "So, how does it feel?"

The short-haired girl smiled, her eyes crinkling into two crescent moons. "Great! I like it!"

……

……

Wu Fengshui came to find Bai Mucheng to play with, do daily training, and incidentally help repair the exterior walls and streets.

The two had just moved their tools into the yard when they turned around and heard another motorcycle approaching.

Compared to Wu Fengshui's black motorcycle, this later motorcycle was quite flamboyant, a typical delinquent youth style.

Not only is the paint job dazzling, but it has also undergone extensive modifications, and even has two flags on either side, one of which reads "Yan Dai Mu" and the other reads "GANDAM" in English.

Riding this bike is none other than Shiba Chiharu, the second-generation leader of the biker gang "Yan Dai Mu" and a special operations captain known for his fighting skills!

He was in his early twenties, tall and slender, wearing a special forces uniform, with a headscarf tied around his head, and bandages wrapped around his calves and waist.

During the previous underground elimination tournament at Tokyo Dome, Shiba Chiharu witnessed Hanayama Kaoru's fight and has since regarded him as an idol, calling him "the boss".

Influenced by the Huashan Group's actions, Chai Qianchun also led his underlings to patrol the area, and over time they became familiar with the Douhun Martial Arts School.

He promised to come and help yesterday, and he certainly won't go back on his word today.

"Oh! Brother Bai Mu, and the little sister from the Wu clan, I'm here to help!"

Chai Qianchun stopped the locomotive and unloaded a large pile of tools without saying a word. While tidying them up, he said, "By the way, the boss said he's coming today too. It seems he has something to discuss with you."

"Brother Huashan, you're here too?"

Bai Mucheng was somewhat surprised and, with some doubt in his heart, helped move the pile of repair tools into the yard.

Before long, Kaoru Hanayama arrived.

The second-generation yakuza leader, who is 191cm tall and weighs 166kg, is also a 19-year-old boy.

Wearing gold snakeskin leather shoes, a white double-breasted suit, a purple shirt underneath, and frameless oval glasses, this is his most everyday outfit.

And walking side by side with Kaoru Hanayama was another man.

He was wearing a cotton and linen exercise uniform, paired with black trousers and cloth shoes.

It was Retsu Kaioh, whom they had parted ways with the night before.

"..."

Kaoru Hanayama, with his hands in his pockets, walked straight up to Shiramu Shigeaki. "Excuse me, I came to have a drink with you, and I also have something I'd like to ask you."

He tilted his head to indicate, "Kizaki dropped me off at the intersection and happened to run into Retsu Kaioh, so I got off the car and walked here with him."

"Welcome, come and try our Prajna Soup Special Drink."

Shiraki greeted them warmly, then turned to the warehouse to move tables, chairs, and benches, as well as a large quantity of whiskey that Hanayama Kaoru had previously delivered.

Retsukaio also came to help.

He had been busy settling Dorian these past two days and hadn't had a chance to thank Bai Mucheng yet. Today he finally had some free time, so he came to visit.

"Dorian has completely lost his mind, and according to the original regulations of the 'Alcatraz Prison' where he was imprisoned, it is no longer possible to carry out the death penalty on him."

"I've also been in contact with Bailin Temple. We still need time to discuss how to deal with Dorian."

“Some people have suggested that he be extradited to Arizona State Prison, where the conditions are special and it would be a good place to keep an eye on prisoners like Dorian.”

"..."

Retsukai believed that Shiraki also had the right to know, so he explained everything in detail.

After the two moved the tables, chairs, and drinks out, the renovation team arrived; it was the team that Akiyama Kaede had contacted the night before.

It was also a familiar company that had built the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall – Maoji Construction. Everyone gathered, and the renovation work officially began!
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……

At the same time, two people slowly walked towards them from the far end of the street.

One of them was a middle-aged office worker in his fifties named "Yamashita Kazuo";
The other one was a burly young man with seaweed-like hair, named "Tokita Ohma".

They had met one night not long ago because of a "fight" and got to know Shiraki Sei, Rito, Retsukai, and others.

Later, they were brought together by Hideki Nogi of the Nogi Group and became a pair of "partners" to bravely enter the "Kengan Zemei Street Championship".

For Tokita Ohma, who thirsts for battle and is determined to find his master's killer, this is certainly a good thing.

But for Kazuo Yamashita, this series of experiences undoubtedly changed his ordinary life at the age of 56.

In particular, Yamashita Kazuo was in a real bind after learning that participating companies needed to pay a 50 billion yen entry fee—which Nogi had forcibly "lent" to him.

He was completely drunk, clearly having drunk all night, and could only put his hand on Wang Ma's shoulder, staggering and complaining as he walked.

"Including the cost of becoming a member of the Kengan Association, I am now in debt for a total of 51 billion yen!"

Yamashita Kazuo, in a fit of despair, declared, "Could an ordinary person be so indebted? Actually, I'm quite something, aren't I? You agree, Mr. Ohma..."

"Yes, yes, you've said it many times."

Wang Ma responded calmly, his body and face were wrapped in bandages, and two of his fingers were in casts, all injuries from recent boxing matches.

"Speaking of which-"

Yamashita Kazuo opened his eyes and looked carefully. "This isn't the way home, is it?"

"Yes, I asked Akiyama Kaede and got the address of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall. The operator is Shiraki Cheng."

Wang Ma nodded, "I want to ask him about the whereabouts of 'Liu Longguang'."

"Liu Longguang!?"

Kazuo Yamashita was stunned, recalling that night—the terrifying man who could stick to the wall with just his palm.

"Mr. Wang Ma, what do you need such a dangerous death row inmate for?"

"What else can be done?"

Wang Ma grinned maliciously, "Of course, it's to get revenge on him!"

Yamashita Kazuo was immediately at a loss, "This..."

He could only change the subject, "We haven't talked in depth before, so I don't know what Mr. Shiraki's temperament is like. That 'King of the Sea' is a very nice person..."

Wang Ma twisted his neck. "It's okay if you're not good at talking, let's just have a fight for fun!"

Yamashita Kazuo was even more exasperated. "Mr. Ohma, your old injury hasn't healed yet. Don't let it leave any lasting effects."

"Okay, got it."

Wang Ma readily agreed and helped the man at the foot of the mountain turn the corner.

Even from a great distance, one could hear various commotions coming from inside the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Hall.

"Oh? It sounds lively here. Are they fighting?"

Wang Ma was filled with anticipation. He helped Yamashita Kazuo walk a few steps quickly and went straight to the entrance of the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Hall. "Excuse me!"

After those words were spoken, Wang Ma finally understood the current situation.

Temporary construction barriers had been erected at both ends of the street, and many people wearing safety helmets were busy moving about inside them.

There were some familiar faces among them, such as Shiraki Sei and Retsu Kaioh, but there were also some unfamiliar ones, among whom the tall man in the white suit was the most eye-catching.

"..."

Before Ohma and Yamashita Kazuo could react, a biker gang member walked towards them and handed them helmets and gloves.

"Oh! You've arrived? You're here to help too, right?"

"Thanks, be careful! I'll go buy you some beer and drinks in a bit!"

Wearing a safety helmet, Shiba Inu was in high spirits, and his fervent perseverance was so infectious that it left no room for Ohma and Yamaichi to refuse.

And so, inexplicably—the two put on safety helmets and began helping to move bricks.

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The other end of the construction site.

Kaoru Hanayama picked up several bags of sand and cement with one hand, then easily tore the woven bags apart with a flick of her wrist.

Holding a shovel, Bai Mucheng mixed the ingredients with water according to the construction team leader's instructions.

With nothing else to do, Shiraki asked Hanayama Kaoru, "So, what did you come to ask me?"

Kaoru Hanayama paused for a moment, then admitted, "It's about women."

"——!?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nearby immediately looked up, all straining their ears, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Kaoru Hanayama added, "It's not mine."

Everyone immediately felt bored and lowered their heads.

Kaoru Hanayama added, "It's about—Baki Hanma's relationship with his woman."

Everyone looked up abruptly, their ears perking up once again.

(End of this chapter)