Super Fighting Tokyo.

Gaolang turned to look at Rihito and raised his hand to comfort him, "If it were just a match, I wouldn't have played so fast."

The person felt a little relieved.

Gaolang added, "After all, most of the time, a few punches are enough to decide the winner."

Rito: "..."

……

……

With the bombing attack still reeling from the shock, and involving several high-ranking officials, the Metropolitan Police Department naturally couldn't ignore it...

In short, this boxing exhibition match will not take place.

The good news is that no one had any regrets—after all, they had already witnessed Gaolang's fast punches, and it wouldn't be too late to experience others in the future.

The even better news is—

Iori Kazuka, who was in charge of handling the bombing case, received a +1 to his performance rating.

"Well done, Iori!"

Superintendent General Takeya Haru praised Iori Kazuka highly over the phone.

"Not only did you arrest the terrorists, but you also handled the 'national-level' dispute well, making those big shots willing not to pursue our responsibility further. You're so powerful!"

Iori Ichika was overjoyed, "Then about paid leave..."

Zhu Yachun encouraged him even louder, "Work hard, and a promotion and raise are waiting for you. I'm hanging up now!"

beep--!

Iori Kazuka: "..."

Iori Kazuka: "Damn it!"

"..."

Shiraki Sei and Wu Fengshui, who had been listening in, had already secretly slipped away, afraid of being haunted by Iori Ichika's resentment.

Back with their original group of people, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"So..."

Shiramu Cheng put his hands on his hips and looked at the familiar and new faces in front of him. "The match can't be held, and the Metropolitan Police Department is going to seal off the venue. Where do we go now?"

In the silence, suddenly a sound—

Glug glug!

The man's stomach growled.

He raised his hand and suggested, "It's time for dinner! How about we go get some barbecue? I know a good place!"

"..."

Upon hearing this suggestion, everyone around stared at Rito's injured arm, but he himself seemed completely unconcerned.

Is the person who makes the argument tough? Or is they just naturally outgoing?

In short, this guy is really sturdy!

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Finally, encouraged by Rito, everyone went to eat barbecue.

As a result, the famous barbecue restaurant "Huangniuwan" welcomed a large number of even more "famous" heavyweight customers—

Tokugawa Mitsunari, Katahara Metsudo, and Lamar XIII!

Besides these three, there were also Gaolang, Retsu Kaioh, Shiraki Sei, Rito, Arisa, Wu Fengshui, Katahara Sayaka, and many guards.

As for No-Face, Chiba Takayuki...

He was still unconscious, so he was taken to the hospital.

……

……

To avoid further trouble, everyone put on a little disguise and booked two large private rooms to enjoy this relaxing time.

Although the trip was abrupt, the restaurant recommended by the person in charge was indeed good, even offering "delicate cuisine" suitable for the elderly.

"...It tastes good!"

Lalma thoroughly enjoyed her meal, praising the restaurant repeatedly, "Does this restaurant plan to open branches overseas? I would love to hear that and will give it my full support!"

As she spoke, Lalma suddenly noticed that Gaolang beside her seemed rather sullen.

Strange, logically speaking, at this time, Gaolang should be concerned about what Yu is eating...

Lalma tilted his head and looked at her with a troubled expression. Gaolang suddenly realized what was going on.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, for my rudeness."

Gaolang reached out to help Lamar grill the meat, and upon seeing this, Lamar immediately resumed her usual smile.

How could he not see through Gaolang's thoughts?

For Lalma, Gaolang was far more than just a "guard"; he was his most trusted and loyal subject, and even a brother to him.

For the "good-for-nothing younger brother," Lamar needs an "older brother."

If the elder brother wants to improve, how can the younger brother possibly obstruct him?

That's why Larma accepted the invitation from Eight Heads Trading and brought Gaolang to participate in the "Kengan Street Championship".

It remains to be seen how far Gaolang will ultimately "fight" in this major competition, which is surrounded by formidable opponents.

You absolutely must "come back"...

"..."

"I will continue to improve."

Gaolang served Lamar some roasted meat, seemingly just chatting casually, but he actually knew what the other was thinking and worried about.

"Whatever the case, I will gain experience in this competition and strive for higher goals—this is for Your Majesty, and also my own personal opinion."

"……Yeah?"

Lamar paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, "To use Arisa's words—that's right, fantastic."

……

……

Time flies, and two days have passed.

Shinshin Kaikan Headquarters.

It was another morning practice time, but today was a little special. The disciples did not rush to practice, but instead sat on both sides of the practice area.

At the very front of the group of disciples were "three" men who were not wearing Taoist robes.

Shiraki Sho, Retsu Kaioh, Gaolang—

Three masters, invited by the current director of the Shenxin Society, "Yuji Katsumi," have come to serve as special instructors for today's martial arts lecture.

Retsu Kaioh was pre-arranged and would occasionally come to the Divine Heart Association to serve as an advisor.

During their conversation, Retsukai-oh happened to mention that he was going to visit the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy soon, so Katsumi Yoji called Shiraki-sensei to come along.

Just as Shiraki received the invitation, Lamar XIII happened to call Arisa to inquire about interesting places in Tokyo.

Arisa: "..."

Yusa: "Does painting outside the wall count? There's a huge painting of a bald man fighting a tiger outside the Shinshin Hall."

Lalma was overjoyed: "I'll go and make the contact right away."

After some back and forth, a three-person team was formed and they were all sent to the headquarters of the Shinshin Association.

The person who brought them here was, of course, King Larma XIII.

The "King of Thailand" was in high spirits. After inquiring about the rules and etiquette of the karate dojo, he sat quietly on the sidelines with four or five guards, silently enjoying today's martial arts demonstration.

"..."

All the disciples of the Divine Heart Society, including Mo Tanghou, Bai Mucheng, and Lie Haiwang, unconsciously glanced in the direction of Laerma.

"Ah, sorry to bother you, but don't worry about me."

Lalma nodded his thanks. "I'm just here to observe today. Although there is a branch of the Divine Heart Society in Thailand, the atmosphere at the 'headquarters' is definitely more interesting."

"..."

Actually, that's not the issue.

—The disciples silently recited this in their hearts.

It's not a problem if there are bystanders watching this kind of thing, as long as the teachers' college allows it. The key issue is that this "Lalma XIII" is just too conspicuous.

Not only did they change into traditional Thai clothing—a plain-colored robe similar to a long skirt—the accompanying guards also laid some flower petals on the floor.

Although they promised to clean it up afterwards and even provide free floor maintenance, it was still very eye-catching.

"..."

Mo Tanghou paused, then muttered in a hoarse voice, "Are these people really alright?"

What do you mean by "this group of people"?

Upon hearing this, Gaolang was slightly displeased. "Your Majesty has already wronged yourself enough, after all, there's no way to ride an 'elephant' in this dojo."

Bai Mucheng patted Mo Tanghou on the shoulder with a smile, "I've already spoken to Brother Du Bu and told him that this is an international relations issue, so he agreed!"

The end of the hall is thick and unclear.

"..."