Super Fighting Tokyo.

Billy stopped the man and, upon closer inspection, realized it was indeed one of his companions, but he had been beaten beyond recognition, his jaw torn apart, one eyeball blown out, and his face covered in gruesome blood.

“What…”

Billy had anticipated that the old man might attack his companion, so he prepared himself mentally in advance.

But to his utter surprise, the old man had hidden a corpse behind his back, then distracted him with words, and finally threw the corpse at him!

Even Billy Greco of IDEAL was stunned by this scene, his view obscured by the corpse.

It was this moment of surprise that gave Dorian the opportunity to act.

Snapped!

Dorian delivered a high kick to the corpse's neck, sending the corpse's head hurtling towards Billy, causing their heads to collide violently.

boom!

Billy couldn't dodge in time and was stunned when his head was hit by his companion's skull. He took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

“FUCK…”

His face was contorted with rage, and he rolled his bloodshot eyes, ready to retaliate.

The next moment—

Swish!

In Billy's eyes, Dorian had somehow picked up the riot shield and baton that Aguya had previously thrown away and was charging towards him.

boom!

Billy was sent flying, then continuously suppressed by the riot shield, crashing heavily into the solid wall, leaving a spiderweb-like crack in his skin...

Splash...

As shattered bricks and tiles fell, Billy's figure collapsed to the ground as well.

"Cough—!"

He suffered a severe injury, with several ribs broken, and coughed incessantly, spitting out blood.

"..."

Dorian stood still, fiddling with the riot shield and baton in his hands. "Modern equipment is really good, it feels great. Why throw it away?"

His gaze shifted to Aguya not far away, and he said earnestly, "Thank you. I will return these equipment to their rightful owner."

As he spoke, Dorian raised his baton and riot shield, gesturing for Kiyoaki Aguya to take them.

"..."

Agugu's face was gloomy, and he then stepped forward.

He could certainly see what kind of person "Dorian" was; he was undoubtedly a treacherous criminal who had to be brought to justice.

But because of this, justice will never evade its duties!

The criminal voluntarily handed over the murder weapon, so why should I back down?

Even if the opponent is a habitual sneak attacker, Aguya doesn't care. After all, he has reflexes far beyond human limits, enough to deal with any tricks!

come on!

Aguya reached out and took the riot shield and baton from Dorian, remaining fully focused.

Come and ambush me, and then you will be met with a righteous blow!

"..."

But to Aguya's surprise, Dorian simply returned the police equipment and even took two steps back, raising his hand to indicate that he had no hostile intentions.

The sense of justice is never wrong, but what exactly is this...?

As Aguya was wondering, he suddenly smelled something—a very peculiar, pungent odor mixed with the smell of blood.

Looking down, I saw that the inside of the riot shield and the handle of the baton were wet, as if they had been soaked in some kind of liquid.

Because I was wearing gloves, my sense of touch was dulled, which is why I didn't notice it immediately.

...It's gasoline!

Aguya became alert and looked up to see Dorian puffing out his cheeks, holding a metal flask in one hand with the lid open, and a lighter in the other, which was already lit.

"—?!"

No matter how fast a reflex is, the instantaneous distance it can travel is ultimately limited, making it impossible to dodge.

Dorian brought the lighter to his mouth and with a "whoosh," gasoline sprayed out, blowing out a large flame that instantly engulfed Aguya and ignited the riot shield and baton.

call--!

In an instant, raging flames rose up, engulfing Aguya, who was covered in tactical armor, with his hands burning particularly fiercely!

"..."

The burning figure illuminated the dark underground passage.

After dealing with the two men, Dorian put away his lighter and flask, walked up to Shiraki, and shrugged casually.

"You're the one who knows Doppo Yuji, right?"

Dorian's gaze was low, his expression once again showing a hint of melancholy and sadness. "So, do you think what I did just now was despicable?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng glanced at Billy and Aguya, then looked at Dorian and shook his head, saying, "No, you're not wrong, because Wu—"

—There's a flaw!

Swish!

Before Bai Mucheng could finish speaking, he suddenly shouted and jumped up with both legs, kicking forward with a side kick.

Zangief's Sour Cream Flying Kick!

boom!

These two kicks landed on Dorian's abdomen. Even he didn't expect Shiramu Cheng to make a direct move, especially such an exaggerated move as "flying double kicks".

"Whoa—!"

Dorian gagged and raised his hand as if to say something, but Bai Mucheng didn't give him the chance at all.

After landing and getting up, taking advantage of the opponent's lack of time to defend, Shiramu Cheng swung his hand and struck Dorian's face repeatedly with a series of blows.

Zangief O Machine Gunner's Knife!

boom! boom! boom!

After the hand chop, he reached forward with both hands to grab Dorian's head, followed by a headbutt, smashing Dorian's nose so hard that it bled.

Dorian felt a soreness in his face and instinctively leaned back.

Shiraki took a half step back, then stepped forward, his fists half-clenched as he delivered a series of powerful blows to Dorian's neck and abdomen.

【Jamie's Drunken Fist】!

With each drunken punch, Dorian was forced to gasp for breath, unable to utter a single word, and gradually forced to crouch and defend.

"Y-Yah!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

Under the relentless blows, Dorian began to gag, with snot, saliva, and tears streaming down his face, on the verge of losing consciousness.

Just when everyone watching, including Pegasus Hope, thought the battle was about to end—

As Dorian vomited, he suddenly vomited a "grenade" out of his throat.

Click!

He pulled the pin and threw the grenade on the ground.

……

……

boom!

……

……

After the violent explosion, the underground passage was a mess, and thick black smoke slowly dissipated.

Bai Mucheng, who had shrunk to a corner, got up, wiped the dust off his face, and looked around to observe the situation.

Both Dorian, the condemned prisoner, and Billy Greco the Caracal were nowhere to be seen, presumably having escaped in the chaos.

Only Aguya Kiyoaki remained, his arms hanging limply with a gloomy expression.

The flames that had engulfed him had been extinguished, and after removing his wrecked tactical armor and gloves, his exposed body was still radiating heat and smoke.

His hands were burned particularly badly, with some charred skin even visible!

"...Phew! We can't fight anymore."

Shiraki looked at Aguya, dusting off his hands, "[Ceratine] also said it was blown up by a grenade. Are 'grenades' so easy to get these days? How does your Metropolitan Police Department manage this...?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Aguya's forehead veins bulged. "What did you say?"

The cop was furious!

Chapter 121 Pure Man

Inside the underground passage, the lingering smoke gradually dissipated.

[Executioner] Kiyoaki Aguya leans against a wall, his baton and riot shield lying in the distance, and his tactical armor has been removed.

The black vest and shorts underneath were burned and torn to shreds.