Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

Bai Mucheng strolled around without actively buying anything, but his hands were already full of bags and his mouth was stuffed with snacks.

He found a corner, managed to organize his things together, and carried them in a large bag, which made things much easier.

"call!"

Carrying my bag, I strolled leisurely down the street, feeling quite content.

Although he was still wrapped in bandages and his right wrist was even in a splint, the injury was not serious and he did not feel much discomfort.

suddenly--

"careful!"

The uncle carrying the goods tripped over the wooden plank under his feet, and the stack of cardboard boxes wobbled and looked like they were about to crash down.

But then the cardboard box stabilized.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Bai Mucheng had raised his right leg high, making a split kick towards the sky, and was supporting the top of the cardboard box with the side of his foot.

After the uncle helped support the cardboard box, Bai Mucheng jumped back and stood steadily, his steps light yet firm.

The middle-aged man looked Bai Mucheng up and down, blinking, "Th-thank you..."

Bai Mucheng nodded in acknowledgment and turned to leave.

A faint aura of battle energy emanated from it, distorting the surrounding air like surging ink.

He felt in excellent condition, his body was incredibly light, and he showed no signs of injury. In fact, he wanted to have another match.

"Haha, there's really nothing we can do about it~~~~"

The white wood swayed gently.

After walking through another commercial street, Bai Mucheng felt that it was about time and decided to go home.

But just then, an acquaintance walked towards them—

He has short, slightly wavy red hair and is over 190cm tall; he is a tall and slender man.

He had long, narrow eyebrows and sharp, handsome features, and was wearing a black training uniform.

Although they were wearing masks and hats, they were not difficult to recognize upon closer inspection.

Its name: Dor!

He escaped from the British "Carrios Prison" and came to Tokyo seeking the taste of defeat, where he clashed with fighters such as Shiraki Sho several times.

Not long ago, Sikorsky, also a death row inmate, kidnapped girls. Dorr took the opportunity to disguise himself as a female hostage and successfully attacked Wu Lei'an.

The two fell from the building one after the other. Wu Lei'an chased after them but failed, and Duo'er eventually escaped.

I never expected him to appear here!

Bai Mucheng blinked.

At this moment, Dorr was carrying two large bags of daily necessities, such as water, towels, and canned goods, as if he had just returned from shopping.

"..."

Dole also noticed Shiraki Cheng, and his expression was equally surprised, which did not seem to be feigned.

Clearly, Dor hadn't expected to run into Shiramu Cheng here!

The two couldn't help but sigh—

Wow! What a coincidence!

The two, whose original plans had also been disrupted, stood staring at each other on the bustling street, neither able to utter a word.

Just then, someone called out from the side.

"It's Brother Shiraki! Today's match was exciting. Would you like to come in for a drink?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a beautiful woman from the Wu clan dressed in a kimono, who was also the owner of an izakaya (Japanese pub).

When Shiraki first arrived in Kure, he helped deal with some invaders. Afterwards, his friends from the Kure clan treated him to a meal at this restaurant.

"..."

Bai Mucheng stared intently at Duoer, unsure of what to say.

The woman in the kimono, being a member of the Wu clan, quickly realized what was happening and reached for the dagger hidden at her waist.

She asked with a smile, "Is this Mr. Shiraki's friend? Shall we entertain him?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "We're old friends, but our relationship isn't so 'good' that we need to entertain them. No need to bother."

"I see."

The woman in the kimono nodded, turned around, and took her leave.

Seeing the Wu clan leave, Dor breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered the brim of his baseball cap slightly and couldn't help but smile.

"The two, who had just finished shopping, were on their way back to their lodgings when they unexpectedly bumped into each other on a bustling street..."

Dorr raised an eyebrow and murmured, "Heh, such a coincidence is indeed possible!"

"It wasn't a deliberate attempt to find us, nor was it a planned sneak attack, and it wasn't a baiting maneuver."

"But according to the rules of that 'street brawl,' the two people can start fighting as soon as they meet—I remember it like that."

As he spoke, Dorr looked around and shrugged. "In such a lively place, it's not really appropriate to make a move directly, is it?"

Shiraki considered many responses, but in the end, he only said one: "Not bad, fantastic!"

Dol was taken aback for a moment, then grinned and laughed, "Hehe~~~~~"

really interesting!

He carried two shopping bags, turned and walked towards another small commodity street, slowing his pace slightly, clearly waiting for Shiramu Cheng to catch up.

Bai Mucheng did as he wished.

The two walked side by side, each carrying three shopping bags in their hands, looking like two old friends who had just finished shopping.

There were many pedestrians on the street.

Dol thought for a moment, "Thank you for helping me keep it a secret from the Wu clan, even though those people couldn't find me anyway."

Shiraki Cheng was also a little curious, so he tilted his head and gestured for Dor to continue.

Dol laughed and said, "In order to avoid Wu Lei'an, I deliberately infiltrated Wu's village, which gave me the opportunity to recuperate. Isn't this what they call 'the darkest place under the lamp'?"

“That man from the Wu clan is like a mad dog, very difficult to deal with, and getting rid of him won’t be easy.”

"Anyway, I just pitched a tent in the nearby mountains. The environment was nice, and the air was fresh..."

"..."

Dor was muttering to himself, and Shiraki Chengze was listening the whole time.

After complaining a few times about Wu Lei'an, Duo'er saw that Bai Mucheng remained unmoved, so he changed the subject and started another topic.

"Are you injured?"

"That's true. You fought against Aquaman and professional wrestlers in the Wu Zhi Li ring. It's impossible for you not to get injured."

“I used to be a secret agent, so this kind of well-known intelligence is not difficult to obtain.”

"In conclusion, let's not fight tonight, it's better for both of us, right?"

Dolce said with a leisurely smile, "Let's just pretend nothing happened and then part ways."

"After all, fighting an injured opponent doesn't let me experience the taste of defeat!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng recalled, "You escaped from Wu Lei'an's hands."

Dole nodded. "It was really dangerous back then. I felt like I was about to die. Luckily, we had investigated the nearby sewer lines. The Metropolitan Police Department is very careless."

He turned to look at Bai Mucheng. "What? Are you trying to call me despicable? Or are you mocking my act of running away?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment, "No, on the contrary, I feel that your ability to escape is actually quite impressive!"

"Haha, really?"

Dol squinted and laughed, continuing to walk with Bai Mucheng.

His narrow eyes swept around, and he sighed softly.

"Is this a celebration? It feels different from my hometown; it has a very exotic feel."

"Although it's the territory of the 'Wu Clan,' it seems that quite a few ordinary people still live there. Is this what they mean by 'the truly wise live in seclusion in the city'?"

"If I were to be besieged by the Wu clan, I probably wouldn't be able to escape unscathed."

Dorl chuckled and said:

"So, for my safety, for your well-being, and for this good atmosphere, let's not make a scene in public, shall we?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, as if he had already tacitly agreed to Dor's words.

Reaching the street corner, Dorr raised his chin, gesturing in one direction, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

As he spoke, Dorr had already stomped his foot on the ground, scraping up a small clump of dirt, preparing to kick it at Bai Mucheng in order to launch a sneak attack.

But the next second—

boom!

Bai Mucheng twisted his waist and turned around, delivering a powerful punch that struck Duoer in the face, sending him flying backward and smashing a nearby stall.

Whoosh!

Dol fell flat on his face, his hat and mask were blown off, and he was buried under small ornaments. He coughed up blood and looked extremely disheveled.

"I'm in great shape..."

"This is really great, it's so awesome!"

Shiramu removed the splint from his right wrist, moved his fist around, and looked inexplicably relaxed.