Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 227: We've used up all our tricks!
Inside the huge, luxurious hotel, many people felt their legs tremble.

"Eh--?!"

"It's an earthquake!"

"What……"

Fortunately, there were no other noises, and everyone assumed it was just a small earthquake that did not cause any disturbance.

However, for the safety of the guests, the staff still patrolled each floor to see if anyone needed help or cleaning.

At that moment, a man dressed in black with a hood and a backpack, his face completely covered by his hat and mask, brushed past the waiters.

He took the elevator to the top floor.

A message came through the earpiece: "Everything is in place. This is a rare opportunity. The primary objective is to capture 'Hongo Hina.' Your revenge is secondary."

The hooded man's voice was deep: "Enough with the nonsense. I've been meticulously planning this for 24 years. I'm going to make that man regret it!"

"Without our support, IDEAL, you would probably have to prepare for another 24 years."

The voice in the earpiece was disdainful, "Although I don't know what 'Hongo Hina' is doing at this hotel, it's certainly a good opportunity."

"Once you send the signal, our people will immediately take control of the entire building."

"You've completed your revenge, and we'll take Hongo Hina with us—it's that simple a deal. Best of luck."

Suddenly, the tone changed in the earpiece: "...Wait? There are other organizations in the building?"

……

……

In the presidential suite.

"...The kindergarten principal?"

Sikorsky's face darkened as he listened to Yujiro Hanma's mockery.

He wanted to get angry, but cold sweat involuntarily trickled down his forehead; he couldn't shake off the physical tension!
"Heh, whatever..."

He sat on the sofa and looked up at Yujiro across from him. "Seriously, I never expected you to be so worried about the child."

Yujiro did not reply. He took a sip of the fine brandy, held it in his mouth for a few seconds to savor it, and finally swallowed it, exhaling a wisp of hot air.

"They actually made me kidnap my son's girlfriend..."

Seeing this, Sikorsky laughed again: "I'm really disappointed—a father who worries about his child, and his good-for-nothing son."

"Can doing this really make me experience defeat?"

"..."

The room was deathly silent, which made Sikorsky feel somewhat uncomfortable.

suddenly--

Gum!

There was a sound of swallowing.

Sikorsky turned his head and saw that it was Maruk, who was staring at a bag of hard candies on the table and unconsciously swallowed.

"This is cheap candy, and it goes well with brandy."

Yujiro casually introduced the topic, picked up two or three with his fingers, and suddenly flicked them, sending them flying at high speed like bullets.

shhhhh!

Maruk was so focused that he staggered backward, managing to grab one of the stones, which made his arm ache from the impact. The rest of the stones smashed into powder against the wall.

"Thank you, uncle!"

He turned to look at the other girls, and seeing that they all shook their heads and waved their hands, he happily ate it in one bite.

Upon seeing this, Sikorsky's eyes widened, unable to comprehend it for a moment.

Yujiro didn't want to explain, so he lay back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

……

……

Compared to the quiet presidential suite, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was quite lively at this time.

Wu Yizu, the Metropolitan Police Department, Baki Hanma, Nozomi Tenma—a whole bunch of people gathered together, each with their own worries.

Chemical weapons, the Shaojiang River, and Wu Huili's blood pressure...

The last one is especially urgent.

At Wu Lianyi's request, Bai Mucheng stepped forward to comfort Wu Huiliyang, the old man who was obsessed with his great-granddaughter.

"If you want to find someone, there are many ways. Leave it to me."

He took out his phone and showed it to Wu Huili, saying, "The Shenxin Society has more than a million disciples, distributed in Tokyo and even all over the country. I am very familiar with their director."

Bai Mucheng dialed the number, only to find it was busy. "...Huh?"

Turning his head, he saw that Baki Hanma had also taken out his phone and had contacted Katsumi Guji of the Shinshinkai, asking him to investigate the kidnapping case.

"..."

Since one of the methods had been beaten to it, Shiraki Cheng didn't really care.

He continued to comfort Wu Huili, confidently stating, "I also know friends in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Upon hearing this, Morio Sonoda, the Superintendent General standing beside Iori Kazuka, said in a deep voice, "The Metropolitan Police Department has already taken action, but there are not many leads at the moment."

He frowned. "We are about to convene a meeting of police representatives from various countries to deal with death row inmates and other criminal organizations. Perhaps we can come up with a solution."

"..."

Another method was rejected, and Wu Huili began to tremble all over.

Bai Mucheng rubbed the old man's temples, then thought, "There's also the Huashan Group. The influence of the Yakuza is very widespread. I'll call Brother Huashan now."

Tenma wanted to interject at the right moment, "Um... I already contacted 'Kizaki' from the Hanayama Group, and he'll let us know as soon as he has any news."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

He blinked and looked at Wu Fengshui: "Then the Wu clan..."

Oh right, the Wu clan chief is right here, keeping a close eye on him. He doesn't need to contact him at all.

After much thought, Shiraki realized he had no solution and stood there dumbfounded, feeling a sense of loss.

How to do?
These guys have used up all his tricks!
"..."

Seeing Bai Mucheng and Wu Huili both stunned, Wu Lianyi pulled Wu Fengshui aside and whispered, "Is your boyfriend alright? He seems to have been hit hard."

"Um……"

Wu Fengshui crossed his arms, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "Oh!"

This sound caught Bai Mucheng's attention, and he immediately looked to Wu Fengshui for help.

“I know a customer who orders ‘weapon raw materials.’ He’s the head of a school of ancient jujitsu and seems to have a wide network of connections. I’ll ask him if he can help.”

Wu Fengshui took out his phone and dialed a number, "Sir, is this a convenient time? There's something I'd like to ask you..."

She contacted Motobu Izo, the founder of Motobu-ryu Jujutsu and a master of practical combat who runs the "Motobu-ryu Practical Jujutsu Dojo".

After the battle with the Skek, the main force became a customer of the Wu clan, frequently ordering weapons and materials from them at discounted prices, and the cooperation was very pleasant.

"A kidnapping case??"

Honbu Izou's tone clearly showed a moment of surprise, "Well, as a martial artist, there's certainly no problem with doing what's right, but I'm busy tracking down Ryujiro's whereabouts..."

"But it's alright, I have a 'disciple' who has come to visit."

"Here's what we'll do. I'll ask him and his friends to help. We'll have results soon, don't worry."

"..."

Bai Mucheng leaned closer, asking curiously, "Disciple and his friends? Who?"

“They are all skilled trackers, very capable. Just send over the clues.”

The headquarters explained, "They were on vacation in Tokyo and were saying they had nothing to do and wanted to find someone to spar with..."

……

……

After hanging up on Wu Fengshui, the main body of the organization dialed the number of its own "Jujutsu Dojo".

Not long after, the call was connected.

The head of the unit laughed and said, "I knew it right away that you were planning to stay overnight at the dojo."

A voice came from the other end of the phone; it sounded very young.

“I’ve been to this dojo countless times, but every time I walk in, I still feel as happy and excited as a child.”

The man chuckled and said, "The weapons here are all very cool—we've completely removed the useless parts based on their intended use, and what remains is the 'essence' of their design."

The headquarters staff murmured softly, "Yes, the dojo is exhilarating, and it's also very safe, after all, there are rules, discipline, and common sense..."

The man understood the implied meaning and grinned, "Teacher, stop beating around the bush, what do you want to see me about?"

This department will explain the cause and effect clearly.

Upon hearing this, the man was somewhat surprised. "The Wu family? I've encountered them on the battlefield before. They were all formidable fighters. How could they be involved in a kidnapping case?"

"It's a rare favor, so why not accept it? Maybe I can even get a discount when I order materials later."

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, the commander said casually, "Anyway, I'm leaving it to you—Kaiya."

(End of this chapter)