Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 83 Not the same type of people
Aura!

—As Shiraki and the others entered the reception room, the situation became more complicated, causing Ito Kaiji to feel increased pressure and his mind to become more active. Suddenly, this word flashed through his mind.

There are so many different auras!

Ever since that young "leader" appeared, he has been exuding a strong aura, almost dominating everything in the room.

Whether it was that tasteless, old-fashioned joke, temporarily letting Sada Kuni go, or the "perfect solution" that followed, they were all leading everyone by the nose.

That unique and strange aura carries a strong sense of aggression.

However, Akagi Shigeru remained calm and unmoved by anything.

The young leader's long speech was also intended to break through Akagi Shigeru's "defenses," but it ultimately failed and was interrupted by Shiraki Shō and others who suddenly barged in.

Those few people also brought different auras!
Confused, sharp, unfathomable, and also fierce and violent...

And what about Bai Mucheng?
If Ito Kaiji had to describe it, it would be something like "movement".

Unlike the young leader's strange yet calm "perfection," Shiraki gave Kaiji a lively feeling, like a burning bonfire.

Kaiji clearly remembered that whether in self-help books or in TV lectures, those "successful people" repeatedly emphasized that one must calm down one's aura, otherwise one will definitely not succeed.

Even when parents educate their children, they often ask them to think things through before acting and to avoid acting impulsively.

Since everyone says so, it must be true, right? So Ito Kaiji followed the crowd and believed it to be true.

But tonight, when Shiraki appeared, Kaiji felt that Shiraki's "uncertain movements" were more attractive to him than the "perfection" of the young leader.

"..."

……

Shiraki Sei faced off against the leader of the gambling syndicate.

Although the leader of the gambling guilds was clearly trained and more robust than the average person, he was still somewhat inferior to Shiramu Cheng.

With blood still stained from the previous battles, Shiramu Cheng looked even more ferocious.

Even so, the gambling leader was not afraid at all. He calmly stroked his chin, his aura clashing with Bai Mucheng's. Neither of them gave way to the other.

"Is it...something dirty again?"

The old gentleman stepped half a step to the side, blocking the gambling leader's path, his eyes coldly fixed on Bai Mucheng. "It seems to be a large piece of trash, but with some time, it can be cleaned up."

“…Sorry,” Bai Mucheng paused, shrugged and smiled, “I didn’t understand.”

The next moment——

Swish!
At extremely close range, Shiraki Cheng and the old gentleman simultaneously reached out and lifted their legs.

Shiraki Cheng wanted to throw, but the old gentleman chose to close-quarters combat, striking Shiraki Cheng's neck and eyes with the back of his hand.

After realizing each other's intentions, the two changed tactics in an instant.

Snapped! boom!
Bai Mucheng tried to grab the old gentleman's arm and neck, but the old gentleman moved his feet, preventing Bai Mucheng from getting behind him.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate, their hands touching hands and their feet touching feet, unable to move.

Both of them had backup plans and were about to activate them when the gambling leader suddenly spoke up curiously, "Really? So you're the member of the Quanyuan Association who defeated the notary."

Since the leader had spoken, the old gentleman stopped for the time being and did not change his actions.

Bai Mucheng remained unchanged, tilting his head to look at the gambling leader, "Yes, I defeated Mupu, and you said you were very grateful to me, so you should owe me a favor?"

"of course."

The gambling leader nodded slightly, then changed the subject, "However, the trouble surrounding that batch of smuggled weapons is not small either. After all, the Metropolitan Police Department is watching, and I'm sure you'll find it difficult to handle."

"The gambling organization solved it perfectly, which indirectly saved you a big problem, so this favor is considered repaid, and we will return the favor."

"..."

Bai Mucheng shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Baku suddenly spoke up, "Wow, it was clearly an oversight within your own organization, yet you immediately have to repay the favor. You're really cold-hearted."

Upon hearing this, the gambling leader hid behind the old gentleman again and asked in a low voice, "Who is that?"

“The Baku, also known as the Liar Eater,” the old gentleman replied calmly. “Years ago, he made a 'bet of defiance' with you, Chief, and lost his life. He should have died long ago, but he was able to survive because you changed your mind.”

"Hmm, so that's what happened. I don't remember it very clearly. It must have been a minor character that I don't need to remember."

The gambling leader understood. "Fine, let's ignore him. Tonight's matter is more important."

"..."

Seeing that interrupting was useless, the Baku fell silent, its expression shifting between light and dark, its thoughts unreadable.

Meanwhile, the gambling leader was drawn to another person.

"So, it really is Galo?"

The old gentleman had noticed the man early on; even though he was standing in the corner, his menacing presence was still clearly visible.

"The original Zero, who left the Gambler's organization—a man still being hunted by the Gambler—has the audacity to show up here."

The old gentleman squinted. "Are you trying to be affectionate with stray dogs?"

Galo glared and retorted defiantly without hesitation, "Yorozumi, do you want to eat the mud on the ground?!"

Both of them were impulsive and would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.

However, the old gentleman remained deadlocked with Shiraki Cheng, neither of them willing to give up first.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, another group of people pushed open the door and entered the reception room, adding another layer of "ice" to the atmosphere.

Hyoudou Kaede, Akiyama Kaede, Suedou Atsushi, and the Kenkai referee——

These four people came from the monitoring room, each with their own mindset, and became involved in the current chaos.

"..."

Seeing this, the gambling leader suddenly patted the old gentleman on the shoulder, signaling him to step back for the moment.

The old gentleman then let go, creating some distance between himself and Bai Mucheng.

"Eh……"

The leader of the gambling syndicate sighed heavily, looking quite troubled. "So, what should we do now? Although it's just a matter between the gambling syndicate and IDEAL, there are far too many people involved."

"I don't want to start a fight tonight, so I need to come up with a successful plan, which is a real headache..."

The gambling leader began to talk to himself, complaining yet appearing incredibly confident, as if he could perfectly solve the problem.

Its unique aura spread once again, about to take over the entire venue.

But just then, a soft laugh suddenly rang out.

"Heh, just as I expected..."

Akagi Shigeru spoke, lighting a warm candle in the unusually cold atmosphere.

He looked at the gambling leader and said, "Indeed, we are not the same kind of people. You are the kind who craves perfection and success."

"But for me, success is a tricky thing. Once I achieve it, I can't help but break it, otherwise I always feel like my shoulders are too heavy."

As he spoke, Akagi Shigeru pushed the table next to him.

There were several briefcases piled up on top, each filled with money—the very 1 billion yen in cash that had been won from Sada Kuni!
Akagi Shigeru, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked at Shiraki Shigeki, who was standing not far away.

"Then, I'll entrust all the 'success' I've won tonight to Chengjun. Don't find this old man annoying."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng smiled knowingly, "...That's right, fantastic!"

He looked at the gambling tycoon leader and explained with a smile, "When conflicts of interest become difficult to resolve, tangled and complicated, and involve both violence and order, merchants will choose a means to quell the conflict—"

"To the fist of the fighter, I entrust my long-cherished wish."

"That's the 'Kengan Tournament'!"

Bai Mucheng stared into the young man's deep eyes.

"To compete for the right to purchase the 'Espowaru'—Boss Gambler, let's have a Kengan match."

(End of this chapter)