Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Thanks, Mr. Yamashita."

Wang Ma looked at the thin, middle-aged man beside him and said, "You could have run away long ago, but you stayed with me all this time. You're such a kind-hearted person!"

"Ah! Thank you..."

Yamashita Kazuo was stunned, but also felt much more at ease.

But then he heard Wang Ma change his tone, grinning maliciously, "Besides, any battle, no matter when or where, is a good opportunity to test yourself!"

Mr. Yamashita: "..."

Indeed, Mr. Wang Ma's "world" is still too terrifying...

……

……

In the design of this hotel, the 17th and 18th floors are banquet halls or restaurants, with no guest rooms, so the space is relatively spacious.

With its abundance of debris and cover, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it ideal for a standoff with the Metropolitan Police Department.

The four of them went up to the seventeenth floor, which was in complete disarray, and finally arrived at the eighteenth floor—the location of the real culprit in this terrorist attack.

The hostages were all held under house arrest in a tool room.

The real culprit—the hooded man—was sitting in a chair in a corner of the eighteenth floor, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.

"..."

Upon seeing the four people who had arrived, the hooded man spat disdainfully, "Hmph, how boring. Looks like I'll have to kill a few hostages first."

He stood up, holding a shotgun in his right hand and pulling up his hood with his left.

Under the lights of the building, a creepy and terrifying face suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes!

He was a middle-aged white man in his forties, his face covered with scars, and there was even a twisted "groove" on his head that ran diagonally down from the right side of his head to the inner corner of his left eye.

It's hard to imagine what kind of trauma this white man suffered to leave such a horrifying scar!

"You should be considered... helpful citizens?"

The man looked at the three men and one woman in the distance and raised his shotgun without hesitation. "I only want to see Oliva. You all get to the tool room, or I'll detonate the explosives."

"..."

The four people—or more accurately, the "three" excluding Yamashita Kazuo—were all thinking of countermeasures upon hearing this, and soon came up with many solutions.

But before they could act, they suddenly heard a loud bang from upstairs.

Boom!

It seems that something heavy hit the top floor.

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud "boom," even more exaggerated than before, making the entire building seem to tremble, with the force of an earthquake.

Boom!

It was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground again.

However, the second time, the sound was closer to everyone, as if it were coming from upstairs!

The next second—

Boom!

With a loud bang, the top floor slab of the eighteenth floor was suddenly smashed open, creating a large hole, and a large amount of rubble and debris fell down.

A figure jumped down from the large hole and landed steadily on the eighteenth floor with a "thud".

Looking up, your gaze can pass through the large hole in the ceiling of the eighteenth floor, through the large hole in the ceiling of the nineteenth floor, and finally reach the night sky, with a helicopter circling above.

"—?!"

Everyone immediately realized what was happening.

The first "thump" was the sound of the person jumping from the helicopter and landing on the rooftop.

The first loud "bang" was the sound of someone breaking through the nineteenth floor.

The second "thump" was the sound of him falling into the nineteenth floor.

As for the final sound, the answer is right before our eyes!

In order to quickly reach the eighteenth floor, the man parachuted into the building from a helicopter and smashed through two floors in quick succession!

Who exactly is this person? And how did they do it?

"—!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed. The smoke and dust had not yet cleared, and they could only vaguely see a huge, burly figure standing steadily with his bare hands.

"Good night, ladies and gentlemen——"

The man's voice was elegant and refined as he introduced himself: "I am, Oliva."

Chapter 232 [The Unbound]

Gravel and debris, mixed with smoke and dust, cascaded down like a waterfall.

Swish, swish, swish...

The two floors were smashed open one after the other, creating a large hole with a diameter of more than two meters, through which the night sky above the building could be seen.

Click!

Due to this sudden and massive destruction, the entire circuitry on the eighteenth floor malfunctioned, causing the lights to flicker on and off until they went out completely.

Thanks to its excellent design, the city lights outside shone in, so everyone's vision was not impaired and they could still see clearly.

A man fell from the sky.

She wore leather shoes, loose black trousers, and a short-sleeved shirt with a high-end paisley pattern printed on the fabric.

This is a very ordinary casual outfit, but the man's "physique" is unusually eye-catching.

Bloated—!?

wrong!

It's not bloated...

Instead, it has strong, firm, exceptionally robust, well-developed, and enormous "muscles"!

Height 190cm, weight at least 170kg!

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he had a distinct "inverted triangle" physique, which even loose clothing couldn't hide—his well-developed muscles covered his entire body.

Just look at her bare arms; they're unnaturally large, even thicker than a woman's waist!

He was about thirty or forty years old, with dark brown skin, and looked like he was of African descent.

With short black hair and a short mustache on his upper lip, he leisurely raised his eyebrows and smiled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

“...I am, Oliva.”

The man introduced himself, then shook off the dust with a light shake, his eyes scanning the surroundings, passing the scarred criminal and landing on the four people on the other side.

"Oh!"

Oliva was somewhat surprised, then stepped forward and shook hands with Shiraki.

The thick palm didn't exert any force, yet it felt like a tight, enveloping sensation, and it was quite warm, making blood circulation very smooth.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shiraki Cheng."

Oliva smiled and said, “I’ve seen the files—you defeated Dorian, and he’ll be imprisoned in Arizona State Prison.”

Bai Mucheng felt it felt good and couldn't help but hold it for a while longer before nodding in response, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

This was just an ordinary exchange, but when you looked up, Oliva was like a "muscular mountain" pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe!

Wang Ma couldn't help but swallow.

Yamashita Kazuo was breathing heavily, "Who, who exactly is this person...?"

"Olive."

Wu Fengshui's pupils trembled slightly, his black-and-white eyes looking at the man. "I've only heard of the 'legend,' I never thought I'd see the 'real person' today."

“Biscayne Oliva—”

"A Cuban-American man who reigns supreme in a lawless world, relying on unparalleled strength and intelligence!"

"Because no one on Earth is more free and unrestrained than him, he is known as Mr. Unchain—the Unbound One, who cannot be bound."

"If Baki's father is the 'strongest on earth,' then this Oliva is the universally acknowledged 'most free on earth'!"

He's a man who can't be contained.

Wu Fengshui looked up at the two floors that had been shattered by his bare hands. "I didn't expect that my 'physique' would be even more exaggerated than the legends say. I truly am [Unparalleled Superhuman Strength]..."

"—!"

Upon hearing this, Oliva suddenly stared at Wu Fengshui, his eyes wide open.

Afraid of upsetting the other party, Yamashita Kazuo, acting out of a sense of responsibility as a mature adult, reluctantly tried to smooth things over.

However, Oliva suddenly bowed slightly, as elegantly and gracefully as a gentleman.

"Thank you for the compliment, beautiful Lady."

He blinked his right eye. "As expected of the Wu clan, they have a wealth of information!"

"You can't forget something like this even if you want to..."

Wu Fengshui took a deep breath. "Olive—nominally a 'prisoner' in Arizona State Prison, yet he can freely enter and leave the prison and enjoys presidential-level living conditions while incarcerated."

Prisoner? Freedom? Presidential treatment?

Yamashita Kazuo was startled by these words and subconsciously asked, "Why...why?"

"Besides the fact that I can't be imprisoned, it's also because I'm an excellent 'hunter'."