Super Fighting Tokyo.

"My phone number is on it."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes and smiled as he gestured to Bai Mucheng, "If you want to kill someone, you can contact me, I'll give you a discount!"

"..."

That's far too kind of you!

The brother and sister stared at each other, and in the end, Bai Mucheng put away the business card and gave a thank-you smile—though it didn't seem very natural.

After Wu Fengshui and Garuda left, the brother and sister washed up and returned to their respective tin-roofed houses.

Lying on his back in bed, Bai Mucheng began to think about the next steps.

The debts owed by the Teiai Group have not been fully resolved, the siblings' living conditions urgently need improvement, and there may be opportunities for further contact with the Kengan Association...

Although there are many things to do, it's not like we're completely clueless.

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng clenched his right fist, and vaguely saw Long's phantom again. The two fists collided lightly.

"good,"

Bai Mucheng closed his eyes, sleepiness washing over him, and muttered to himself, "I want to have another match..."

……

……

The next morning.

Bai Mucheng got up, checked the recovery of his injury, and found that there was nothing seriously wrong, so he started a new day of training.

Whether it's the Kengan Association, other clues from memories, or even the mysterious organization that orchestrated last night's match—to deal with any of these, sufficient strength is required.

Since he couldn't do any high-intensity exercise today, Bai Mucheng decided to take this opportunity to carefully study the memories in his mind—such as Long and the group of phantoms behind him.

Swish!Swish!

On the open ground, Bai Mucheng swung his fist and began warming up.

My body gradually warmed up, and my mind became more focused.

With each breath, Long's ink-wash phantom appeared before my eyes, still in a meticulous stance, leaving no room for error.

But this time, Ryu didn't throw a punch directly at Shiraki.

"Since I've overcome the problem of 'wanting to avoid it first,' will you stop reminding me?"

There was no need for further words; Bai Mucheng already understood.

He nodded slightly to Long, "Thank you very much."

"..."

Ryu's phantom nodded in response, a hint of satisfaction in its expression, before gradually moving forward, displaying an active desire to attack.

"Are you going to give me more pointers?"

Shiraki Cheng saw through Long's intentions. His eyes glanced around and he noticed more illusory figures watching. They were all different in size and posture, but more or less blurry.

"Other masters? I have a chance to spar with other masters again?!"

Thinking of this, Bai Mucheng's eyes lit up.

If you continue to train and cultivate, you will have the opportunity to solidify more phantoms, and then you will be able to learn from more Street Fighter masters!

"First step—"

Bai Mucheng got into position and looked at Long's phantom image—his first "master" who taught him the basics and pointed out his fatal mistakes—and could not hide his ecstatic joy.

Swish!

Shiraki Cheng lunged forward, launching an initial attack with a mid-section straight punch, and began exchanging blows with Ryu.

boom! boom! boom!

……

……

The sparring with Ryu was intermittent.

Occasionally, Shiraki Sei would be beaten so badly by Ryu that he would fall to the ground and be unable to get up.

Sometimes, Long's phantom would gesture to Bai Mucheng, asking him to sit cross-legged with him and contemplate the details of their previous encounters.

At noon, Shiraki prepared lunch and asked Long if he wanted to eat, but Long shook his head helplessly.

Most of the day was spent in training.

……

In the afternoon, Arisa got out of school.

Shaojiang left first to help his mother buy groceries, so only Garuda accompanied him today. When they were almost home, they met Wu Fengshui nearby.

Wu Fengshui explained that he was just strolling around, and we'll take his word for it.

Since they were already there, Wu Fengshui treated them to a meal. The three girls sat in a row on the open ground, eating ice cream and watching Bai Mucheng exercise.

"..."

Yusa glanced at the bandage on her brother's head, sighed softly, hugged her knees, and said with a hint of complaint in her voice, "Why do you work so hard, brother? I can help with the debt..."

Wu Fengshui shook his head, "Perhaps Bai Muqin just wants it this way."

Yusa asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"There are similar fellows in the Wu clan."

Wu Fengshui recalled: "Although there are differences in degree, it is undeniable that everyone has dreamed of becoming the 'strongest on earth'."

"However, most people will give up on this dream at some point."

"Maybe it was a fight with your brothers that knocked you to the ground; or maybe you ran into the ringleader; or you got punched by your dad and learned what pain was; or your teacher slapped your hand; or your boss scolded you..."

"Countless people will eventually choose other dreams and become doctors, politicians, entrepreneurs, cartoonists, teachers, office workers..."

"But there is really only a small group of people who, no matter what happens or who they encounter, still cherish their original dreams."

Wu Fengshui chuckled and said, "Hehe, being silly like this is also great, right?"

"..." Arisa nodded thoughtfully.

……

……

After Wu Fengshui and Garuda left, it was sunset.

It was Yusa's turn to prepare dinner tonight. She was getting ready to cook when she suddenly noticed a black car driving up from a distance and stopping in front of the open space.

Shiraki stopped exercising, wiping his sweat with a towel, and told Yusa to go back to her room to do her homework, while he would take care of things here.

At the same time, a middle-aged man with gray hair stepped out of the car.

He was wearing a khaki trench coat over a suit, had slicked-back hair, and a sharp facial structure with a serious expression.

From afar, You Sha could hear the middle-aged man introducing himself to the older man.

"Nice to meet you."

The middle-aged man extended his hand to Shiraki Shigeaki and said in a deep voice, "Tonegawa Yukio is here on behalf of the Teiai Group."

Chapter Twelve, No. 2!

"Nice to meet you, Shiraki Cheng."

Bai Mucheng also reached out and shook hands with the middle-aged man in front of him, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

……

Yukio Tonegawa.

The No. 2 of the Teiai Group, or second-in-command, is a capable lieutenant of the Teiai Group's chairman, "Hyoudou Kazutaka," possessing both overwhelming insight and a devilish willpower.

There are very few people in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area who can work their way up to this high position in a giant corporation. Their daily business dealings are all measured in "billions" of yen, making them the elite of the elite.

Bai Mucheng truly didn't expect that the person representing Di'ai Group to come for negotiations would be him.

Even if the actual value of his land could reach "hundreds of millions," it was ultimately just a private loan, and Tonegawa had no reason to personally intervene.

Perhaps the "truth" behind last night's underground gambling match has made Tonegawa restless?

……

Shiraki Shigeaki rolled his eyes and looked behind Tonegawa, and sure enough, it was him.

Three more people got out of the car; they were all familiar faces from the previous night—two men in black from the Teiai Group, and Inoue Suga, a minor leader of the Canchi Group.

This time, the petty boss was no longer as arrogant as before. He was so nervous that he was covered in sweat and his face looked extremely ugly.

"Hey, Inoue-kun! There are two others too!"

Bai Mucheng raised his hand to greet him, but the leader didn't bother to respond. The two men in black nodded slightly, but their expressions were somewhat surprised.

Shiraki Sei looks too natural.

As employees of Tonegawa's team, the two men in black had also seen Tonegawa personally confront the president of a company that had defaulted on its debts.

At that time, Mr. Tonegawa, with just his aura, scared that stubborn old scoundrel into silence, and even made him collapse to the ground, not daring to bargain anymore.

Looking at the present, although Mr. Tonegawa has not yet "gone all out," his aura of long-standing high position still exists, which is simply unattainable for ordinary people in society.

However, Shiraki Shigeki seemed oblivious to this, even calmly exchanging glances with Tonegawa, sizing each other up.

By the way, weren't Shiraki and Tonegawa staring at each other for a little too long?

zawazawazawa…

The two remained silent for a long time.