Tokyo Wrestler

"As expected, the life of a corporate slave is nothing but overtime." Sett joked.

"If Yuka heard you say that, she'd definitely get so angry she'd start a fight with you again."

"Hehe, she can't beat me."

Akemi Nishimiya opened the door and entered the foyer. She bent down and took off her beige sneakers, revealing her jade-like feet in flesh-colored stockings. Further up, her full, round buttocks were visible beneath her business short skirt.

She turned to Sett behind her and gave him a few words of advice:

"You should be more considerate of your older sister."

You should tell her that... Sett looked away and replied, "Okay, I know."

Sett then tossed his backpack onto the wooden chair next to him and said, "I'm not going to change my shoes. I'm going to go for a run."

Because he couldn't go to the underground boxing ring at night, even though he took a longer route in the morning, he was still about five kilometers short of his goal of running 16 kilometers today.

Upon hearing this...

Nishimiya Akemi was quite alert, scanning Sett up and down, and said, "Sett, you're not going to grab a big cleaver and start a brawl, are you?"

Why did you make that connection? Sett pointed to the still-high setting sun beside him and said speechlessly:

"Mom, look what's that?"

"Oh, Sun, could it be... Little Ti, you're going to climb the sun? That's a magnificent feat!" The worry on Nishimiya Akemi's gentle oval face quickly turned into pride.

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? ?

Sett was at a loss for words.

Is it a complaint that the sun's temperature is so high that there's no life at all, so why go up there?

Or should we complain about when humans developed the ability to land on the sun?

"That's too much of a wild idea, and there are too many things to complain about..." Sett took a breath to calm himself down and said, "It has nothing to do with going to the sun. What I meant by letting you see the sun was... Have you ever seen a gang wielding a machete and hacking people to pieces in broad daylight? Unless they want to run a sewing machine."

Right before Mom's red lips were about to open.

Sett quickly interrupted her spellcasting, explaining, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going for a run and I'll be back for dinner. Don't worry, don't overthink it."

"Oh..." Nishimiya Akemi felt a little frustrated after her spellcasting was interrupted.

"I'm leaving!" Sett turned and went out, waving to his mother.

Let's start running!

......

Three days later.

Friday.

Today is the day Sett will head to the mid-jungle area to fight against "White Wolf".

This is not.

As Sett stepped out of the gates of Ouran High School.

Then she saw a secretary dressed in a black suit and sunglasses, standing next to the black car, looking every bit like a gangster, waiting for her.

As Sett approached.

Immersed in the students' constant salutations of "big boss," the secretary with the flying hat immediately bowed respectfully at a ninety-degree angle and said, "Master Sett, the butler sent me to pick you up."

This move drew frequent glances from the surrounding classmates, who looked at Sett in surprise, speculating whether he was a gang leader who had secretly entered the school.

Comic book plots becoming reality?

Upon encountering the Green Harvest Group, and remembering his current gangster identity, Sett unconsciously adopted a cold and aloof demeanor.

Ignoring the stares of others, he got into the back seat of the car and waited for his secretary, who was wearing a flying hat, to get in and get into the driver's seat. Then, imitating a big boss, he gave the order:

"Let's drive."

"Hi!!"

The vehicle set off smoothly.

Sett also looked out the window, his thoughts drifting away.

The secretary in the flying hat came to pick him up to help him complete the task assigned by the headlight-wearing black-skinned team leader:

[At the underground boxing ring in the Sanhe Group of Nakano Ward, I fought and defeated "White Wolf," the traitor from the Qinghe Group who was making his debut today.]

According to the headlight black team leader, this time it won't be too difficult.

White Wolf, despite being a well-known underground boxing champion, still has a certain gap to close compared to a heavyweight champion like Du Lai Si, who came from a professional league.

But Sett needs to win big in order to promote "Sett's" fame in Tokyo.

To win beautifully simply means to demonstrate overwhelming strength, ideally ending the battle within two or three rounds.

"It's not too difficult..." Sett thought to himself.

After three days of intense daily training, and the intensive boxing knowledge he learned from Ei Okita, Sett was no longer the same person he was three days ago.

If he were to encounter Du Laisi again now, he would definitely not let it drag into a war of attrition; he would surely end the battle decisively.

This is the confidence that "effort" gives Sett!

The workplace and society are indeed not fair.

But training is different. Every drop of sweat you shed will become nourishment for you to become stronger. Heaven rewards diligence, that's for sure.

Sett looked up at the window. The sky was a clear, bright blue, pedestrians hurried by, and trees receded into the distance...

The secretary in the flying hat drove very smoothly, and you could hardly feel the car turning.

Although this person is somewhat snobbish, his professional skills are truly unquestionable.

Based on the street view outside the window, Sett judged that he had not yet left the Nerima district, and was still quite a distance from the Nakano district.

Sett then brought up the timed mission panel in his field of vision to take a look:

[Mission countdown: 52 hours, 31 minutes, and 11 seconds]

[Number of heavy punches (left and right): 26773/30000]

Squat count: 3286/4000

[Run Fast: 100/100 km] (Mission accomplished, 50 experience points awarded)

There are a little over two days left in the timed mission, but thanks to his efforts over the past five days, Sett is almost ready to complete the mission. He can complete the left and right heavy punches tomorrow, and with some effort tonight, he can also complete the squats ahead of schedule.

The simplest of the three tasks, the sprint, was already completed by Sett yesterday.

Since he hadn't been fighting in underground boxing matches for the past few days, he simply used all his free time to run.

Therefore, his current level and experience are:

[Level: 1]

Experience: 120/280

The extra experience, equivalent to 1.66 Okazawamoto's, was naturally given to Sett for completing the Run mission.

"The upgrade is getting closer..." Sett murmured, leaning back in his leather seat and closing his eyes to rest.

...

"Sett... Sett... Sett, we've arrived at the Trio."

Sett was awakened by the call of the flying hat secretary. He opened his slightly sore eyelids and looked out the window.

The street scene outside was no longer bathed in the glow of the setting sun, but rather an underground parking garage illuminated by flashing incandescent lights.

There weren't many vehicles, and they were all pure black.

A group of men from the Trinity were approaching Sett's vehicle from a short distance away. They were all burly men of varying sizes, each with a unique and eccentric hairstyle and tattoos, but all dressed identically.

Black sunglasses and a black suit.

Like the flying hat secretary, this seems to be the uniform of Tokyo gangsters.

But how do they distinguish between the different groups?

As soon as Sett's question was raised, he noticed a symbol on their chests as the Triad's welcoming party approached. It consisted of three hooks arranged clockwise from the tips of the hooks.

This should be the logo of the trio.

Sett turned his head and glanced at the secretary with the flying hat; he could also see the secretary's chest in the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, there is a unique symbol for the Qinghe Group: a white rice seedling that looks like a withered skeleton.

As Sett observed these small details, the Trio's welcoming party arrived at the car door.

They lined up in pairs, and the one in the middle, who appeared more composed, bowed and opened Sett's car door.

He said respectfully, "Welcome, Lord Sett."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two rows of people behind him also bowed at a 90-degree angle.

It was strangely reminiscent of the scene in my past life when I encountered a salesperson who was giving me a pep talk when I was buying a house... Sett thought to himself, then nodded his forehead with an air of superiority, and stepped out of the car.

He walked with his head held high in the center of the welcoming procession.