Tokyo Wrestler

Okay, I'll come over now.

He put his clothes back on, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and ran out towards Kitamachi 7-chome in Nerima Ward.

Buy a meal.

Then fight in underground boxing matches and make money!

......

Aohara Pinball Arcade in Nerima Ward, Tokyo.

As Sett approached the entrance of the pinball arcade, the secretary with the flying hat, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly bowed and stepped forward, gesturing for him to enter, and said, "Sett... no, Sett, please come with me."

"Mm." Sett deliberately acted aloof and nodded in agreement.

Upon entering the pinball arcade, the constant, crisp sound of small steel balls bouncing could be heard, accompanied by game-like sound effects.

Sett turned his head to look.

In front of the densely packed pinball machines of various colors, men of different heights, builds, and ages sat.

Some stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with anticipation; some covered their faces in distress, as if regretting their actions; and some raised their arms and shouted excitedly—but these were the minority.

Pinball machines are a unique form of gambling on the streets of Japan.

Even the government doesn't acknowledge that this is gambling.

It's a cabinet-style machine that looks similar to a game console. People buy small steel balls, insert them into the pinball machine from the top, and then pull the lever to make the steel balls bounce around inside, constantly twisting and turning as they fall down along the complex channels designed inside the machine.

As long as the small steel ball falls into the designated channel, you will receive various rewards.

If you win a big prize, the machine screen might even congratulate you sweetly, making you feel like a true winner in life.

But you need to understand one thing.

The falling process is random.

Basically, 70-80% of the time it depends on luck, coupled with the rather difficult road design, so you lose more often than you win.

Too many people have lost everything playing with such a small ball.

Seti looked away.

He had no pity for these gamblers.

They are like ragged scarecrows, left in the world to fill a vacancy. In their brains made of weeds, they only have one thought all day long: "I can turn things around, I can turn things around, let me play one more time, I can definitely turn things around!"

In reality, they will only lose more and more until they are squeezed dry of their last bit of value.

But that deadbeat dad of his doesn't gamble... In my memory, he was a pretty rational person. Although he was often away from home, why would he owe so much money... Sett wondered.

But clearly he couldn't figure out the answer.

The court's verdict six months ago was:

"Investment losses".

Yes, they lost 800 million, and ended up as a fugitive thief...

Sett followed the secretary in the flying hat through the pinball arcade and took the elevator down to the basement.

This is the real casino, and also the location of the underground boxing ring.

It can be considered a gray industry disguised as a pinball arcade.

Its operator is the notorious yakuza group "Seikaku-gumi" in Nerima Ward. Seti only knew about this place because a member of the Seikaku-gumi had come to his house to collect a debt.

Walk through the narrow, winding underground corridor.

Sett returned to the preparation room where he had been yesterday, but unlike yesterday, the small table in the center of the room was no longer empty.

Instead, it was filled with various high-end drinks, snacks, expensive cigarettes, and so on.

A quick glance revealed a few bottles of low-alcohol fruit wine.

The secretary with the flying hat respectfully hung Sett's backpack on the coat rack next to him, and then pulled out a plastic box from the corner.

As he lifted the lid, he nodded and said:

"Master Sett, this is the equipment prepared for you by the boxing ring. You can choose and match it yourself."

Sett approached, rummaged around for a bit, and realized what was inside.

There are seemingly unremarkable loose shorts, but they actually conceal a groin protector inside, which can prevent infertility to some extent; there are also semi-transparent mouthguards, which, although not as effective as those used in formal boxing matches, have the advantage of being difficult to detect.

The same principle applies to all other types of equipment.

Consider this a hidden cheat tool for underground boxers who promote "no protective gear".

"Now that these things have been brought out... the treatment is completely different!" Sett thought to himself.

The underground boxing ring is one of the most pragmatic places in Tokyo. If you have the biggest fist, you can enjoy more respect and service, and get a higher appearance fee.

From the changes in the preparation room, it's clear that Sett, who defeated Okazawamoto in a flash, has gained the attention of the underground boxing ring in Nerima Ward.

Sett looked around.

In the end, I only chose a light gold thin leather glove that was purely decorative.

On one hand, he possesses data-driven abilities, which transform injuries into a decrease in health points. Combined with the effect of the Beast Heart's blood decreasing and health points recovering faster, no matter how many injuries he suffers, they are nothing to him. If he cannot recover completely after a good night's sleep, then he has lost!

on the other hand.

When he uses his first skill, Subduing the Intimidation, his fists emit a faint golden halo, which occasionally even shines on the lights of the octagon. Over time, people will notice something is wrong.

Therefore, the gold gloves can be used as a form of concealment to prevent others from discovering Sett's greatest asset.

"Lord Sett, do you have any other instructions?" Flying Hat's secretary asked, bowing.

"What about my opponent today? Do you have any information?" Sett asked suddenly as he sat on the sofa.

Upon hearing this, the secretary in the flying hat looked embarrassed and stammered, "Well... how should I put it..."

Upon seeing this, Sett immediately understood.

The other party's meaning was clear: such confrontations were all handled by the "butler" Taro Ishimura, and he, being a nobody, had no say and dared not speak casually.

Just then, Ishimura Taro also asked Sett to go see him.

Sett stood up, walked out of the preparation room, and went down the corridor to the door of the butler's office.

Push the door open and enter.

The room was still furnished as it had been yesterday. Ishimura Taro sat behind his computer desk with a long-filtered cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke he exhaled seemingly making his sideburns appear even whiter.

He was typing away, his head down, quite busy.

When he heard someone push the door open and enter, Ishimura Taro subconsciously frowned, which, combined with the deep scars on his face, made him look particularly frightening.

But when they saw that the person who came was Sett.

But then, suddenly, he performed a Sichuan opera face-changing act: his brows relaxed, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, he stopped typing, took a deep drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray, and said amiably:

"You've arrived. Please have a seat. I'd like to talk to you about our rivals."

Sett pulled over a high chair and sat down at the computer desk, asking, "What's wrong with the opponent?"

"Take a look at this document first."

Taro Ishimura pressed Enter, and the printer next to the monitor immediately started humming. A few moments later, Taro Ishimura handed a freshly printed document to Sett.

It was still warm to the touch.

Sett glanced down and quickly scanned the area.

This is a "boxer's profile":

Nickname: Ice Hand

Real name: Du Laisi

Identity: Vice President of Ice Fist Boxing Club, former WXB professional boxer, Tokyo heavyweight champion.

Below is a series of personal experiences, such as an eleven-fight winning streak in underground boxing in Meguro Ward, Tokyo, and an excellent performance in professional boxing, winning the 2017 Tokyo Heavyweight Professional Boxing Championship...

And some commonly used tactics, etc.

"So, this is my opponent tonight?" Sett asked, looking up.

Taro Ishimura nodded and said, "That's right. I was actually quite worried about finding you an opponent tonight because it's not Monday, so the prize money is lower and there aren't many people coming to fight in underground boxing matches."

"But this guy came to me of his own accord, specifically asking to fight you."

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and continued:

"I guess it was to avenge Blackhand, who is also from the Ice Fist Club... You may not know this, but Blackhand suffered a brain hemorrhage after his match with you yesterday and died."

I know for sure, all 30 experience points went into my account... and even a fool would know it was for revenge against the Black Hand. The name "Du Lai Si" sounds just like Okazawa... Sett nodded without changing his expression:

"I am clear."

As he took in the entire scene, Ishimura Taro couldn't help but reveal a hint of approval in his eyes.

He was so calm, it was like he wasn't a high school student at all, but rather like a seasoned gangster who had been around for decades... He thought to himself.

He's finding Sett increasingly pleasing to the eye these days.

Then Ishimura Taro spoke again: