Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 228 Undercurrents and Balance

Thanks to Wu Fengshui, Bai Mucheng was finally able to help.

The first to send the message were not the "white path" Metropolitan Police Department, not the "yakuza" Hanayama Group, not the "underworld" Wu clan, and certainly not the "soldiers" from the headquarters Izou side.

—It is the Divine Heart Society.

With over 600 branches nationwide and more than one million members and disciples, distributed across all walks of life, this is a highly cohesive "martial arts combat group"!
More ruthless than the righteous path! More honorable than the extreme path! More numerous than soldiers! More widely distributed than the Wu clan!

Once such a behemoth is activated for a certain goal, no one can avoid it.

Dorian could not avoid the duel, and Sikorsky could not avoid being tracked.

"..."

Baki thanked Katsumi, then put down the phone and looked up at the others. "We found the person. It was Sikorsky who did it, but it seems 'he' was involved too."

Everyone was taken aback. "Who?"

"—Yujiro Hanma."

Baki frowned, muttering to himself, "What exactly is he trying to do?"

After saying this, he ignored the surprised crowd and left with the words, "Don't go, leave it to me," before quickly leaving to meet up with the members of the Divine Heart Society.

"..."

Even though it was "Baki Hanma" who made the statement, it still concerned Wu Jialuo and the whereabouts of a large number of chemical weapons.

Neither the Wu family nor the Metropolitan Police Department will let this go.

The Metropolitan Police Department split into two groups—

Sonoda Morio went to a meeting with important figures to discuss how to deal with the threat posed by death row inmates and criminal organizations;

Iori Kazuka was responsible for patrolling the streets and looking for clues.

"In short, let's take action first, and stay in touch if we'd like."

Yi Hua rubbed his temples. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

To ensure efficiency, the group left the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall and began to split up while maintaining contact as much as possible.

……

……

Bai Mucheng was not alone; Wu Fengshui was with him.

It must be said that the "soldier" disciples of the main branch are indeed extremely efficient in their actions.

Soon, following the clues, they analyzed Sikorsky's area of ​​activity.

Based on the intelligence gathered by the Shinshinkai, the target was finally narrowed down to a luxury international hotel in the Ginza area, near Hakozaki.

"After all, Garuda is involved, and Grandpa is really furious this time..."

Wu Fengshui rode his motorcycle, which was fully fueled, and gestured for Bai Mucheng to sit on the back.

“He probably wanted to send my older brother ‘Wu Lei’an’, but since it involves Baki’s father, Hanma Yujiro, Grandpa would probably be more cautious.”

"Grandpa understands the weight of these nicknames far better than I do: [The Strongest Creature on Earth], [Ogre], [The Great Ferocious]..."

Bai Mucheng got into the car and put his hand on Wu Fengshui's shoulder.

Wu Fengshui put on his goggles and grinned, "Anyway, let's get over there first and see how things go!"

Woo——!
The motorcycle roared along at full speed, taking many shortcuts, heading straight for the hotel.

……

……

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui arrived at the hotel.

Seeing that the place was still "operating normally," it can be deduced that the two of them were probably the first to arrive, and the others would likely follow shortly after.

"..."

As the two entered the hotel, a welcoming waiter greeted them warmly.

After casually dismissing him, the two observed their surroundings and saw that the spacious hall on the first floor was bustling with activity, with about a hundred people, seemingly from several international tour groups.

Wu Fengshui turned his head and met Bai Mucheng's gaze. They both simultaneously confirmed one thing—

Not right.

Hidden among the crowd were several "experts," their hands bearing calluses and scars, and the unmistakable stench of blood.

They were scattered throughout the area, working together to block off the entrances and exits. Noticing this, Wu Fengshui didn't remove his goggles, concealing the unique eyes of the Wu clan, and squinted as he surveyed the surroundings.

"It wasn't directed at us; it seems to be a terrorist attack, an attempt to take control of the entire building in an instant."

Wu Fengshui offered his assessment: "For example, a man who is 8 o'clock at night is quite skilled and has calluses on his fingers from frequent gun shooting."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded and continued walking side by side with Wu Fengshui, pretending to be a tourist and trying not to attract the attention of others.

With the situation still unclear and many ordinary people present, it would be inappropriate to take any rash actions.

After sending the information to Katsumi, he quickly received a message from him: "Brother Shiraki, is it convenient for us to talk now?"

"Yes, the situation is indeed a bit complicated."

Ke Si explained, “This international hotel belongs to a disciple of the Divine Heart Society who has been doing business abroad for many years.”

"We just received news that he was almost kidnapped. Fortunately, the kidnappers were in a hurry and didn't know that the disciple knew karate, so they didn't succeed."

"According to the subsequent investigation, the kidnappers were a criminal organization called IDEAL, and they appeared to be planning a terrorist attack around the hotel."

Katsumi said in a deep voice, "The one who kidnapped Arisa and Kozue is 'Sikorsky,' a former member of the Russian mafia. He has no connection with IDEAL. I suspect that IDEAL wants to take advantage of this opportunity to plot something amidst the chaos."

"In short, the disciple has sent a message asking reliable employees to secretly evacuate ordinary people, but the situation remains unpredictable."

“They have already set up their plans inside the hotel. If we rashly reveal that there may be a large number of hostages being taken hostage, we still need to ask the ‘experts’ to make a judgment on what to do.”

"I've already shared the intelligence with the others, so you two should be careful too."

"..."

The Divine Heart Society's "million-level" intelligence network is indeed quite efficient, even to an exaggerated degree, and has already taken the initiative to respond.

However, some things can only be seen "on-site".

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui discovered more details.

The experts roaming the first-floor lobby alone clearly formed two groups, each concealing their identities while remaining wary of the other.

This is even stranger.

One group is "IDEAL," but who is the other group?
At this time, Wu Fengshui received a message from the Wu clan, obtaining more information:
"...It's 'insect'—insect tissue."

Wu Fengshui whispered to Bai Mucheng, "In short, it's a criminal organization of a different nature from IDEAL. It has a long history and its activities have become more frequent recently."

"Perhaps that's why—because they were aware of the existence of the 'Insect Organization,' IDEAL didn't launch a terrorist attack directly."

"Based on the Wu clan's speculation, their two groups' objective can be tentatively set as the chemical weapons in Hongo Hime's possession."

My initial relaxed mood gradually dissipated.

Wu Fengshui became more serious. "The situation inside this building is in a strange 'balance,' and no one is willing to be the first to reveal it."

"Bai Muqin, be careful of those hidden assassins and mercenaries, and try not to cause any major trouble before the ordinary people evacuate."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded in understanding.

The two continued on their way, mingling with the bustling crowd of tour groups.

A closer look reveals that some people are indeed ordinary tourists, while multiple assassins or mercenaries are scattered throughout the area.

I don't know if it came from IDEAL or the insect organization.

"..."

There are many people around, and a lot of things need to be analyzed and judged in an instant.

Bai Mucheng was completely absorbed, his mind racing, his eyes capturing every detail, and the surrounding ink wash painting surging around him.

His observations became increasingly accurate, his gaze sweeping over passersby as he listened to calm analyses.

"It's a stance you're used to in combat."

{Has combat experience.}
“Some people even had knives hidden in their waistbands.”

{Pay attention to facial features.}
"Is the person on the left good at kicking?"

No, the problem lies in the incorrect use of the core muscles; it's just a typical cyclist's approach.
"..."

Bai Mucheng's gaze shifted, catching sight of a watercolor-like figure. The figure was about 164cm tall and weighed 61kg, appearing somewhat petite, yet its movements were quite agile, and its physique was firm and powerful.

She was weaving through the crowd, elusive and unpredictable, her presence appearing and disappearing like wisps of ink.

Be careful, this place could turn into a battlefield at any moment.
To protect yourself and the innocent—remember to think carefully and survive on the 'battlefield'.
This is experience from the 'Red Delta'...
(End of this chapter)