Super Fighting Tokyo.

For the first time, he realized how terrifying a true "fighting man" could be when he unleashed all his skills!

That "power" is different from that of a vicious murderer, a ruthless tyrant, or a vicious criminal organization leader.

The feeling of fighting against that "powerful" force is completely different!

What is combat?

"Everything that happened until the outcome was decided? Hmph, that's hard to understand..."

Dol muttered to himself, getting more and more annoyed, even feeling that he was wasting his time, but he just couldn't stop.

The agents have strong counter-tracking capabilities, so Shiraki Cheng hasn't caught up yet.

Although it's only temporary, at least we can get some rest.

Dole found a rag to wipe his face, then borrowed a lighter from a passerby and lit a cigarette.

"hiss……"

Even nicotine couldn't suppress the excruciating pain in my body.

After thinking it over, Dol decided to go find something to eat first, since there was a festival going on in Wuzhi Village and it wouldn't be difficult to get some food.

There were still many Wu people on the main street. Duoer was not sure if Bai Mucheng would call for help, so he tried to only walk through the alleys.

Around the corner of a dark alley, Dor found an oden cart stall. The stall owner was a young woman who had just returned from packing up her stall at the market.

"..."

Dole stood not far away, rummaged through his pockets, and found that his trouser pocket was torn and his wallet was nowhere to be found.

Unlike Spek—a madman who kills indiscriminately—Dor doesn't care about ordinary people and is too lazy to cause trouble in his daily life.

"Ugh……"

Dole was in pain all over his body and felt really uncomfortable, so he sighed and decided to ask the stall owner if he could order something to eat.

But at this moment, the stall owner was harassed by two thugs.

"How's business today? Let's do another transaction!"

"This isn't robbery, we'll trade you 'medicine'."

"After all, our boss has been captured by the Wu clan, so we can't sell this stuff! We need to get out of here quickly..."

"Don't dawdle, these medicines are worth a lot of money, you're lucky."

"..."

The two thugs took turns talking, allowing Dorr to glean the gist of their conversation.

These two are likely low-level dealers of "illegal drugs." They used to have "upstream" suppliers, but they were caught by the Wu family and therefore dared not sell anymore.

It's estimated that they wanted to escape from Wuzhili and make one last bit of money before leaving, while they planned to dispose of the illegal drugs as they pleased.

"Indeed, a family of assassins with a long-standing tradition should abhor those addictive drugs..."

Dorr's low murmurs caught the attention of the two thugs.

"what?"

The long-haired thug glanced at Dorl. "You're badly injured, aren't you? Are you alright?"

Dole seemed to have other ideas, and walked straight forward, approaching the two thugs.

The two thugs frowned, but when they realized that Dorr's eyes were normal and not the black-and-white pupils of the Wu clan, they immediately felt more confident.

"Foreigner?"

The bald thug pulled out a butterfly knife and gestured at Dorr, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Get lost if you don't want to die!"

"Yes, we need to get to the hospital quickly!"

The long-haired thug pulled out a stun gun, pressed the button, and a "buzzing" sound of electricity rang out.

"..."

As he watched this scene, Dorl suddenly murmured, "No, that's not right, this feeling isn't 'battle'."

He was panting heavily and gestured, "I'm hungry. I can let you go now. Get out of here."

Upon hearing this, the two thugs became furious.

They were about to attack when—

"spit!"

Dol, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, suddenly exhaled sharply.

Snapped!

The cigarette butt hit the long-haired thug's face, scattering ash and sparks, causing him to blink involuntarily.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dorr grabbed the long-haired thug's wrist and pressed him back forcefully, causing the stun gun to strike the thug himself.

"ah!?"

The long-haired thug groaned, his eyes rolled back from the electric shock, and he collapsed to the ground, limp.

Another bald thug, holding a butterfly knife, was about to stab when Dorr kicked him away with one leg. The blade flew out and pierced his own thigh, causing him to scream in pain.

"Wow!!"

The two screamed in pain repeatedly.

Annoyed by what he heard, Dorr kicked each of them hard, sending them flying, coughing up blood, and falling unconscious not far away.

"..."

Even after doing all this, Dorr still had a furrowed brow.

"As expected, you are no match for me. The kind of 'battle' I experienced was not like this, but something far more powerful..."

Muttering to himself, Dorr turned to leave.

The stall owner called out to him.

After all, he saved me—even if he was a suspicious person, it wouldn't be a problem to feed him.

"..."

Dor had no reason to refuse, so he sat on a stool at the oden stall and enjoyed his meal under the dim streetlights, regaining some of his strength.

This made his mind clearer, but it also made him more confused.

What exactly is this so-called 'battle'?

"Heh, even if I don't think about it, I can't escape it tonight..."

Chapter 308 One more round?

There wasn't much oden left in the pot, but it was still warm enough for Dor to eat.

He used a spoon to scoop a bunch of messy things into the bowl, and then tried to lift the bowl, but found that it was difficult to use his left hand.

The steel wires inside his body were loosened by the impact, and not only that, several of his ribs were also broken.

"Well."

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to switch to using my right hand to hold my wrist.

"Gudu... gudu..."

The warm soup soothed Dol's expression, and he whispered, "Thank you, it's delicious..."

The stall owner nodded, her expression showing some curiosity.

The foreigner in front of me, covered in injuries, was clearly a suspicious person, yet distinctly different from a street thug.

"..."

Dole didn't intend to explain anything, nor did he know how to explain it; he just wanted to finish eating quickly.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the corner of the alley, and it sounded like more than one person.

Has Shiraki Cheng caught up with us?

Dol's narrow eyes sharpened. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, faced the corner of the alley, and focused intently on preparing.

Strangely, Dorr felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

Unlike everything he had experienced, it wasn't about "doing whatever it takes to lose to anyone," but rather a different kind of "winning or losing."

The battle is about to begin!

Dol narrowed his eyes, couldn't help but swallow, and flicked his finger to release the loose blade.

Come on, let's fight!

"..."

Immediately, several figures walked over together, but it was not Bai Mucheng, but Wu Yizu, who was patrolling the street.

The group headed straight for Dorr, presumably having already observed him from a distance. Their target was clear, and they were not surprised by Dorr's appearance.

Even if Dor hadn't intervened, the Wu clan would have likely dealt with those two thugs anyway.

Dorr was somewhat surprised, but also even more nervous.

Shall we fight?

Given my current situation, can I defeat this group of Wu? Or should I run away?

As he pondered, the young man from the Wu clan, who was leading the group, pulled his hand out of his pocket, causing Duo'er to break out in a cold sweat.

Draw a gun? Draw a knife? Or go bare-handed?

Just as Dorr was about to strike first, suddenly—

Swish.

The young man in the lead took out a handkerchief and tossed it to Dorr, gesturing for him to wipe the blood off his hands so as not to soil other people's stalls.