Super Fighting Tokyo.

Sikorsky frowned, his displeasure gradually festering.

He stared at Yujiro Hanma on the sofa by the window, his expression becoming increasingly playful as he pondered how to launch a sneak attack.

At that moment, Sikorsky suddenly noticed a detail.

The strongest creature on earth was now leaning back on the sofa, his whole body relaxed and stretched out, his eyes closed, and his breathing steady.

No way...?

Amidst that deafening roar, Yujiro Hanma actually... fell asleep!?

Sikorsky craned his neck to observe and finally confirmed his judgment.

He couldn't help but turn back to look at the hostages in the room. "Isn't now the perfect opportunity to fight the 'strongest on earth'?"

These words were clearly muttered to himself—a way of convincing himself.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the hostages present—Arisa, Kozue, Garuda, Maruk, and Hongo Hina—simultaneously shook their heads, hoping that Sikorsky would abandon this idea.

Sikorsky: "..."

They really looked down on them!

He made up his mind, clenched his right fist, and slightly protruded his middle finger joint, adopting the "knuckle fist" grip that best suited his finger strength.

It's now!

Sikorsky was about to throw a punch at Yujiro when suddenly—

boom!

The door to the presidential suite was kicked open by the criminals who were searching the room.

Sikorsky's sneak attack was interrupted.

The criminals rushed into the room and saw a Russian man clenching his fists and stomping his feet, displaying an indescribable sense of frustration and anger.

"Not again? Not again!"

Sikorsky grinned, furious, and glared at the intruders. "Where did you come from?!"

Chapter 234 Mutual Fighting and Self-Fighting

"And where did you all come from?!"

Sikorsky frowned as he stared at the intruders.

There were three men, each fully armed, wielding sharp blades and carrying pistols at their waists. Their faces were bloodstained, and they were definitely not ordinary thugs or hooligans.

Is he a mercenary? Or an assassin?

Given that Sikorsky comes from the Russian mafia, and considering the previous explosion and the smell of gunpowder in the corridor, it's not hard to guess what's going on.

"Terrorist attack? What a disappointment..."

He turned to look at the three criminals, a slight smirk playing on his lips, a sinister murderous aura emanating from him, as if he intended to kill them to vent his anger.

Upon seeing this, the three criminals suddenly widened their eyes, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads.

"Hey, are you guys serious? You're scared already?"

Sikorsky was puzzled, and suddenly his whole body trembled as he sensed the strange aura behind him.

Turning around, they saw that Yujiro Hanma, who had been sleeping, had opened his eyes and was staring at everyone with a playful expression.

The next second—

Swish!

Yujiro braced himself against the armrest, used the momentum to leap into the air, flipped his entire body more than once in mid-air, and finally landed steadily on the carpet with his toes pointing downwards.

"—!!"

Sikorsky then realized that the three criminals were not afraid of him, but of Yujiro Hanma, who had just woken up!

"..."

Yujiro's eyes darted around, taking in the situation inside the room, and then he caught a glimpse of the flashing police lights outside the window downstairs.

"A bunch of idiots."

He grinned, his facial muscles hard as steel, forming a mocking smile. "Babies, stay away, or you'll fly away."

Just that one inexplicable sentence.

His dark red hair stood on end, strand by strand, making the phrase "hair standing on end in anger" a reality at that moment!

Upon seeing this, the girls in the room, along with Maruk, all took a few steps back and huddled in the corner as much as possible.

Even Sikorsky, due to the eerie atmosphere, couldn't help but take a few steps back, completely exposing the three culprits to Yujiro.

What happened after that instant was unbelievable and could not even be described as a "cause and effect"!

Afterwards, Arisa described it to Shiraki Shiraki in this way—

"Well..."

"Baki's father, Yujiro Hanma, is extremely hot around him, almost like an engine."

"In front of that uncle, the two criminals suddenly dropped their weapons and started fighting each other, with blood splattering everywhere."

"The remaining one, let alone trying to stop him, he even started beating himself, and wouldn't stop even when his face was bruised and swollen!"

Arisa crossed her arms and continued reminiscing:

"Hmm... Although neither of us has ever met our own fathers, this must be what a 'terrifying father' is like, right?"

"The perpetrators started fighting each other, or beating themselves."

"It's like this: your mischievous behavior gets discovered by your terrible dad, and then the brothers who don't get along start blaming each other."

"I need to punish myself first before my dad beats me up!"

"They beat him until his head was bleeding, his teeth were broken, and his face was covered in bruises—but they still didn't stop!"

"..."

Yujiro stretched, yawned, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his knuckles, and finally spoke.

"stop."

With just two words, the three criminals froze as if they had received a command.

"Your choice is correct—"

Yujiro looked at the three criminals and said, "If even one of you escapes, I will kill you all on the spot."

"However, if you attack me, the outcome will be the same."

"Then let's use the self-inflicted injury strategy, deliberately hurting each other, even hurting ourselves, to end it in this way—that would be better."

"I'll spare you then."

Yujiro put his hands back in his pockets, his dark red hair hanging down, returning to his slicked-back hairstyle.

Seeing this, the three perpetrators visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although their faces were covered in blood and gore no matter how you looked at them, there was a sense of complete peace of mind.

"..."

Yujiro pursed his lips, then suddenly his nose twitched as he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"The smell of gunpowder is so nice..."

He strolled towards the door, his tone casual, "To me, the battlefield is like an amusement park!"

As he passed Sikorsky, Yujiro glanced at him.

"After waiting so patiently for so long, he's still debating whether or not to call. He's so adorably honest."

"As a reward for you, my son 'Baki Hanma' is in this building right now. If you want to challenge him, go find him."

Yujiro then changed the subject, "--Only if you can survive in this 'urban steel jungle battlefield'."

"This is the kind of real-world practice you wanted, enjoy it."

Yujiro stepped out of the room. "I've said enough tonight. I'm leaving..."

He walked straight to the elevator, casually pried open the tightly closed door, and then stepped forward. He lost his footing and fell into the dark elevator shaft.

call out--!

Yujiro landed and disappeared without a trace.

This is the twelfth floor!

But strangely enough, no one thought Yujiro would get hurt as a result.

He probably just went straight down to the first floor and left casually.

"..."

After Yujiro left, a full half minute passed before everyone in the room came to their senses.

Three criminals, Sikorsky, Maruk, and four girls.

Among them—perhaps due to the excruciating pain in their faces—the three perpetrators were the first to regain their senses.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief as they focused their attention on "Hongo Hina," intending to kidnap her and leave this terrifying building as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Maruk and Garuda roused themselves and prepared to fight together.

However, as the three criminals moved forward and passed Sikorsky, the murderous intent they exuded angered him.

"brake--!"

With a loud shout, Sikorsky clenched his fists, his middle finger knuckles slightly protruding, and swung them toward his side at an extremely fast speed.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!