American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

"Snapped!"

Tamao Serizawa's outstretched hand towards the lunchbox was mercilessly slapped away by Stephen Chow.

"Are you robbing me?" Zhou Xingxing glared at him. "If you want to eat, buy it yourself! Don't you know how expensive pork is these days!"

Serizawa looked at his reddened hand; the force behind that slap was not something an ordinary student could muster.

He raised his head, and his once lazy eyes revealed a wild and aggressive nature.

"interesting..."

After saying that, Serizawa swung his right fist and, using the twist of his waist, aimed straight for Stephen Chow's nose!

The punch was powerful and heavy, and the wind it generated even blew Old Zhou's bangs, prompting Sanqiao next to him to shout "Siguoyi!"

Stephen Chow raised an eyebrow slightly.

Realizing that the other party had no intention of killing him, he began to consider how much force he should use.

What if I lose control and turn the King of Beasts into a vegetable?

Holding the lunchbox in his left hand, he casually clenched his right fist and met Serizawa's punch head-on.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a visible shockwave emanated from the point where the two fists clashed.

Serizawa's entire arm jolted, and he involuntarily took half a step back.

He shook his sore wrist, his wildness growing stronger in his eyes, and grinned at Stephen Chow: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Mitsuhashi and Ito, who were standing nearby, were dumbfounded, standing there like two telephone poles.

Is Hoshino Seiichi really that strong?

How can someone carrying a lunchbox go head-to-head with the King of Beasts and not be at a disadvantage?

Zhou Xingxing calmly withdrew his hand and raised an eyebrow at Qin Ze: "You're not bad either. With that kind of strength, why are you holed up in school as a petty hoodlum? It's a real waste of your talent not to be chopping pork bones for people at the market."

As the two men drew closer and closer, seemingly ready to tear down the rooftop and fight for another three hundred rounds, Mitsuhashi Takashi was on the verge of a meltdown.

This is terrible! This is terrible!

If things really escalate, I, the culprit who fanned the flames, will most likely be torn to pieces and fed to the dogs by those few hundred men from the Serizawa Legion!

"Hey hey hey! Big brother! Boss! King of Beasts!"

Mitsuhashi slid over and shoved his fried chicken bento box over his head into Serizawa's arms.

"It's just a small token! Please accept it! Consider it our second-grade lunch to you!"

That obsequious, fawning face was so convincing that even Stephen Chow would recognize it.

good boy!

With such a knack for changing sides with the wind, it would be a waste of her talent not to work in the bureau doing external liaison.

Serizawa looked down at the box of tempting, glistening fried chicken nuggets in his arms, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Fighting is nothing compared to the aroma of a good meal.

"You're a smart kid."

Serizawa nodded in satisfaction, grabbed a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was full of oil.

After turning around and taking a few steps, he leaped back onto the platform, which was half a level higher.

"It tastes good! Remember to add more ketchup next time!" came a muffled murmur from above.

Sanqiao dared not take the bait.

He grabbed Stephen Chow's arm with one hand and pulled up Ito, who was still in a daze, with the other.

"Get out of here! Are you crazy?!"

...

sunset.

After a grueling day of classes, Stephen Chow felt like he'd lost half his life.

With a sense of utter despair, Old Zhou pushed open the wooden door of the dilapidated bar on the corner of Kabukicho and slumped wearily onto the bar counter.

"Give me a glass of water, iced, extra ice."

Behind the bar, Liu Jianyi was still the same shady character, wearing that dark, thick woolen overcoat and with half a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"This shop does not offer free water. The minimum charge is 8,000 yen for one glass of whiskey."

"Eight thousand? Why don't you just rob a bank?!" Stephen Chow suddenly jumped up, slamming his hand on the table.

"I'm on official business for the country! I'm bleeding and sweating! And you're asking me for eight thousand?"

Despite the lively argument, Liu Jianyi still took a few pieces of ice from the ice bucket, poured a glass of water, and pushed it over.

"Go ahead and drink your drink, stop howling. I've got some leads on those three women you asked me to investigate."

Liu Jianyi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said in a low voice, "Let's start with the first one, Mariko Yashida."

"This woman is no ordinary person. She is the eldest daughter of the Yashida family and is now the de facto head of the entire conglomerate."

"Don't even think about talking to her. She always drives bulletproof luxury cars. You, a high school student, want to get close to her and ask her a question? It's as difficult as climbing to the sky."

Stephen Chow smacked his lips.

Old Jin may seem rough and unrefined, but he had a sharp eye back in the day!

He quietly hooked up with a super-rich woman?

No wonder he's always talking about living a simple life; he's actually hoping to avoid working hard for thirty years.

"And the second one?"

"Yukio." Liu Jian slammed a blurry photograph on the table. "This woman used to be Mariko's personal bodyguard. But many years ago, for some unknown reason, she left the Yashida family."

"She's now an underground assassin who makes a living by killing for money. She loves using a Japanese katana and is known in the industry for her ruthlessness, having taken many lives."

At this point, Liu Jianyi frowned: "But I've carefully examined her mission map. This woman appears to work alone, but her area of ​​activity is relatively fixed. Moreover, she has an ironclad rule: she will never accept a mission to assassinate a member of the Yashida family, no matter how much money is offered."

"A typical case of being in Cao Cao's camp but having one's heart in Han, a die-hard fan," Stephen Chow succinctly summarized. "And the last one?"

"Izu." Liu Jianyi shook his head.

"That name is so common, you could throw a brick and hit three Ijins. Besides, we don't even know her last name. I guess the only way is to go to that remote rural area where she and Wolverine lived and investigate house by house."

"Old Liu."

Zhou Xingxing patted Liu Jianyi on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The organization has always trusted you immensely, and your work ability is evident to all!"

Liu Jian narrowed his eyes, looking at him warily: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"It's all about division of labor!" Stephen Chow said matter-of-factly.

"I'll leave the whereabouts of that guy named Itsu to you to investigate slowly in the countryside! Also, keep a close eye on Mariko and see if she's secretly hiding a big son with claws behind Old Jin's back."

"You're quite the boss when it comes to ordering me around, do you think I'm some kind of donkey for the production team?"

Liu Jianyi sneered and threw the rag down.

"You've given me all the work, so what are you going to do? Go back to high school and date those delinquent girls?"

"How vulgar your thinking is! I'm infiltrating the enemy! I'm stabbing them in the heart!" Zhou Xingxing retorted righteously, "Give me the address of that female assassin, Xuexu."

"You're going to go find her yourself?" Liu Jian's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Nonsense, who but a top agent like me could handle this troublemaker who only knows how to brandish knives and guns?"

"I'm going to go and meet her now. Let's see if her katana is faster, or my butcher's knife is tougher!"