Tokyo Wrestler

At this time, the subway has already stopped operating.

You can only take bus number 11.

...

After Sett left, the unassuming Kitamachi 7-chome district of Nerima Ward returned to its midnight tranquility, with the revelry of underground boxing rings and casinos firmly hidden in the cracks.

In the dark, gloomy alley across the street, the face of a middle-aged man with a broad face quietly appeared.

He gazed at Sett's departing figure for a moment, lost in thought.

He then took out his phone, dialed a number, and said:

"Muxi, Muxi, Captain, it's me... Yes, cutting the luck didn't work, the target is still alive, he's really lucky... Stop? Why?"

"...What?! Yasha-hime already knows! Such a big thing, Captain, why didn't you say so sooner... I definitely have to leave immediately, if that cold-blooded madwoman sees this, she'll burn me to ashes, I haven't lived enough yet..."

"Repairing the car? Sure... but I have to pay for it myself? Captain, you're too stingy."

"...Alright, alright, I'll dispose of the 'accident car' and make sure 'Yasha-hime' can't find any flaws..."

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Note 1: To prevent any arguments, let me explain. Underground boxing and elite soldiers were the most exaggerated professions in urban dramas in the past. In reality, most people who fight in underground boxing are just average in terms of skill and strength. After all, if they were really that good, they would have gone to fight in professional boxing matches long ago.

Why not go pro and make a name for yourself, instead of staying in this small place as an underground boxer?

The idea of ​​an underground boxing champion beating up a gold belt is pure nonsense. (Of course, we can't rule out someone like Tyson, who started at 14 and fought his way up from underground boxing to amateur and professional matches, eventually winning the WBC title at 20... but he also improved steadily in the professional arena.)

At the same time, the earnings from underground boxing are not as high as one might imagine. Most people only earn a few thousand RMB in their first fight (and that's an optimistic estimate). Only by continuously winning will the money increase.

Therefore, some underground boxers who are well-known locally and can attract more followers do earn a lot of money, but this is ultimately a minority.

Chapter 4 My Naturally Dumb Mom

Bus No. 11 travels very fast.

In less than half an hour, Sett was almost home.

His current home is located in the north alley of Minami-in Street, Nakamura 1-chome, Nerima Ward, Tokyo.

It is a two-story detached house with three bedrooms, one living room, and two bathrooms. Including the garage and corner storage room, the total area is about 150 square meters.

Of course... it's rented.

A monthly rent of 13 yen is an underestimate, far below the average rent of 3375 yen per square meter in Tokyo.

Sett's family did indeed own property in Tokyo, specifically a suite in a luxury apartment building in Setagaya Ward, where they enjoyed services such as 24-hour security, property management assistance, and garbage sorting.

However, six months ago, it was suddenly revealed that the unscrupulous father owed more than 800 million yen in debt and disappeared without a trace.

Faced with aggressive creditors, Sett's mother had no choice but to sell the luxury apartment at a low price, raising nearly 55 million dollars, which was all used to pay off the debts.

That's why the whole family moved into a more affordable detached house.

Meanwhile, they sold everything they owned to pay off debts for more than half a year, basically exhausting all the wealth they had accumulated over the years. Yet, they are still heavily indebted, owing a total of 700 million.

With such immense financial pressure, it's no wonder that even a high school student like myself was tempted to try underground boxing... Sett thought to himself.

However, he doesn't feel that much pressure now.

His appearance fee is already as high as two million, and it is not impossible for him to reach Okazawa's appearance fee of ten million.

Therefore, with some effort, it's possible to earn 700 million yen.

Ser-Bang-Ti stopped running, bent over to catch his breath, and stood up to look around at the familiar street scene.

The glass doors of Nagawa Animal Hospital were locked. Inside the cage, a fat Ragdoll cat, whose testicles had just been removed and who was wearing an Elizabethan collar, raised its round head, its azure eyes filled with the thought that "life is not worth living."

In the distance, the vermilion torii gate of Yahara Inari Shrine is faintly visible, and wisps of white smoke, symbolizing purification and purity, slowly drift away.

The Kura Shiki Izakaya had just closed. The middle-aged manager, who had been busy all night, was relaxing with a smoke at the entrance. When he saw Sett, he smiled and nodded in greeting.

Sett responded.

Then they turned from the Nanzangyuan Road into an unnamed alley.

The old streetlights in the alley are too old, their dim light like that of a lonely old man, still thinking of his youth when he was as radiant as he was, attracting the attention of beauties. It's a pity that he is now old and frail, sinking into the dark night, unnoticed by anyone.

The fact that eels are starving and there is no abalone is truly one of the most regrettable things in the world.

Sett stopped in front of a two-story detached house with a gray-white hazelnut-painted exterior. It was square and resembled the kind of matchbox replica that Minecraft players are best at building.

The recessed entrance has a sheltered space of about 1.5 square meters, and a 24/7 surveillance camera has been installed in the corner to monitor everyone who comes here in real time.

The sign hanging on the wall next to it reads "West Palace"—that's Sett's mother's surname.

The front door is a standard 2m x 75cm solid wood composite door. The frame is a bit cheap, but its sealing and security are still guaranteed, and it is better than a molded door.

When Sett arrived, his steps became lighter, and he even unconsciously held his breath.

He took the key out of his backpack and gently inserted it, as if handling a simple door in early spring, carefully protecting it and not daring to use even the slightest bit of force.

Click.

Upon reaching its deepest point, the latch emitted a low, popping sound.

Sett used his other hand to gently twist the doorknob, pressing down inch by inch. From his fingertips to his forearm, he controlled every muscle with exquisite precision, meticulously striving to minimize the noise.

Finally, the door opened, and the road was open.

Sett twisted and squeezed in.

Step steadily into the entryway.

Looking at his still dark home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like Mom's still asleep... Wait, I went to make money, why am I being so careful... Reflex, reflex... Settten straightened up immediately, showing no trace of his previous petty theft.

Sett quickly sat down on the wooden chair nailed to the wall opposite the entrance, took off his sneakers, and prepared to change into indoor shoes.

He reached out and pulled to the side.

The texture is a bit strange... soft and bouncy, smooth and delicate, it feels really nice to squeeze...

It definitely couldn't be the feel of his indoor shoes!

Sett suddenly looked up!

Beside him, in the darkness, were a pair of melancholy, autumn-water eyes, staring unblinkingly at Sett.

Suddenly, two eyes popped out of the darkness.

Startled, Seti almost turned on the data; he suddenly jumped back and pressed the switch for the entryway light.

As the warm yellow light dispelled the darkness, he finally saw clearly who had been sitting next to him.

She had long, flowing black hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her loose-fitting loungewear couldn't conceal her shapely, mature figure, which was both plump and slender. Her fair, smooth calves were as white as snow, and the red marks left by Sett's scratches on her slightly protruding calves could still be seen.

She had a classic, stunningly beautiful oval face without a single wrinkle, thin lips that were naturally red without makeup, and eyes that seemed to hold the depths of autumn water.

She possesses both the delicate beauty and quiet grace of a young girl, and the radiant elegance of a mature woman.

Akemi Nishimiya, Sett's mother!

She is a typical Japanese beauty with long, straight black hair, while Sett's mixed-race heritage is naturally thanks to his unscrupulous father.

"Mom, why didn't you make a sound? You scared me."

Seti breathed a sigh of relief and spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Nishimiya Akemi frowned slightly, offering no reply. Instead, her oval face softened with a melancholy as she murmured to herself:

"Xiao Ti, you've finally grown up. You sneak out at night without telling your mom... I asked at the nearby izakaya and internet cafe, but the places further away are too dark at night, and I'm afraid of ghosts, so I didn't dare go there..."

"Did you go to fight? That's not good... You need to be careful and not hurt yourself..."

"But don't beat them so badly they end up in the hospital; I don't really like going to jail..."

Looking at his mother, whose red lips were opening and closing as she muttered to herself, Seti sighed helplessly.

His mother, despite being in her thirties and a mother of two, is still a bit naive.

The thought of rising vegetable and egg prices today might lead one to imagine a Martian explosion tomorrow.

His thought process is quite peculiar, and he often can't keep up.

This is the fundamental reason why he didn't want to wake his mother.

Seti didn't explain much, silently took out 600,000 yen from his bag, and handed it to his mother.

"I originally planned to save up more before taking it out, but look, I've gone to earn money."

Akemi Nishimiya's slightly furrowed eyes gradually widened as she stared at a stack of ten thousand yen bills bearing Eiichi Shibusawa's name. A clear look of surprise appeared on her mature and beautiful face.

She raised her eyelids, looked at Sett in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Xiao Ti...where did you get so much money? You didn't rob someone, did you...Is that person alright, still alive...sigh...I need to get ready to buy some small soup spoons."

"Why buy a small soup spoon?" Sett couldn't help but ask.

"Prepare to escape!" Akemi Nishimiya said sadly, bowing her head.

Sett: "..."