Super Fighting Tokyo.

Dole was somewhat surprised, but he did as instructed.

At the same time, the other members of the Wu clan went to a nearby place and grabbed the two unconscious thugs.

“There are a lot of annoying people lately, and the situation is getting more and more chaotic. Luckily, you haven’t caused trouble for others, otherwise we wouldn’t let you off the hook.”

"By the way, you should still be 'fighting', right?"

The young man in the lead shrugged and smiled, "Even though he's a death row inmate, he still offered his help? That's unexpected. Anyway, thank you."

Dol was stunned by what he heard and was unable to respond for a moment. But as he was catching his breath, he felt a sharp pain and his body suddenly staggered.

"Wow, they got really badly beaten."

The young man at the head joked, tilting his head to gesture to the female stall owner not far away, "Don't bother the 'outsiders,' tell us what you need to say."

Dol thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and tentatively said, "I want to rest for a while."

"Sure, no problem."

The leader glanced at his watch and called to the others, "We're about to change shifts, let's go! It's my treat for supper tonight!"

The rest of the Wu clan cheered, put their arms around each other, and turned around, while Dorl was stunned.

He really just said it casually, but he didn't expect that the Wu clan wouldn't object.

Seeing this, the young man in the lead gestured and said with a smile, "Should we contact Bai Mu and ask him to slow down? He won't refuse."

Dorr was even more astonished.

He couldn't understand what this group of people wanted to do, and for a moment he was stuck, unable to move forward or backward, as if he were trapped in one place.

The young man in the lead stroked his chin. "You're a death row inmate who'll stop at nothing, yet you're afraid to go out for a late-night snack? If you don't want to go, that's fine too."

Having said that, Dorr simply gritted his teeth and followed.

……

……

The Wu clan's idea was very simple.

Regardless of the reason, whether the death row inmate is an enemy or not, and whether he still wants to fight, the most important thing is—

Dor stepped in to help the residents of Wu.

The Wu clan values ​​internal unity, so they are never stingy with their gratitude. Treating Duoer to a late-night snack is no big deal, since there's no escaping it anyway.

And so, the group walked through two alleys and arrived at a ramen shop.

I sat at a table outside the shop and ordered a few ice-cold beers.

Dole held the wine glass, feeling its coolness, and his expression relaxed slightly.

"Hmm, this beer is more suitable for a toast than the whiskey from my hometown."

He sipped the foam in his glass to moisten his chapped lips.

The other members of the Wu clan did not care about this.

"Ooh!"

The young man in the lead took a big gulp and grinned, saying, "Here in our area, after work, we have to have a drink to really enjoy ourselves!"

Dole followed the example of the young man in charge and drank half a cup. "This custom is pretty good. It feels really enjoyable."

Fueled by alcohol, Dorr clamped his left arm between his knees, pressed his left elbow with his right fingers, and pulled hard to adjust the tightness of the "steel wire" inside his body.

Judging from his expression, you could tell that this adjustment was extremely painful; cold sweat even broke out on his forehead.

After the left arm, it's time for the right arm.

After a series of creaking sounds, Dorr gasped a few times, finally completing the initial repairs.

He beckoned with his finger.

Squeak!

A sharp blade popped out from the wrist, slower than before, but still secure.

Seeing this, Wu Yizu, who was standing nearby, looked on curiously.

"Oh, so this is human modification? It must have cost a lot of money, right? No wonder you were a former national-level special agent. I heard you had a confrontation with my family before..."

"..."

Dol continued adjusting and repairing, occasionally responding to the people around him.

Due to past reasons, he has many acquaintances in the military and the underworld, such as Colonel Strei in the USA, or Mutba Gizanga in Africa.

The Wu family had certainly encountered this as well.

After chatting for a while, Dorr finished adjusting all the mechanisms that could be temporarily repaired.

"Thank you for treating us."

Dorr lowered his gaze, as if deep in thought, and finally sighed helplessly, "To be honest, it's really hard to say..."

“Even though Bai Mucheng is your guest, we are still enemies, and I will still do whatever it takes to get rid of him.”

After he finished speaking, Dorr also became wary.

If this Wu clan also wants to attack him, then he will strike first and eliminate them first.

To Dorr's surprise, the Wu group burst into laughter after hearing his words, showing no concern for his declaration of war.

“It’s alright, Agent, Brother Bai Mu won’t refuse to fight—that’s just the kind of person he is.”

"Although his personality is much better than Lei An's, when it comes to his obsession with 'fighting,' I always feel that he is even more frightening than Lei An..."

The young man in the lead waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "The treat is just to thank you for your help; it has nothing to do with your fight."

"fighting……"

Dole heard those two words again.

As he seemed to be deep in thought, suddenly—

Bai Mucheng appeared behind Duoer like a ghost, cracking his neck as he casually asked:

"Brother Dorr, how about another round?"

Dol felt a chill run down his spine, raised his arms, and ducked to block.

At the same time—

Swish!

【Longo Whirlwind Kick】!

Bai Mucheng turned around and kicked out with a sweeping upper leg kick, hitting Dor's raised arm.

Bang—crash!

With a muffled thud, Dorr was kicked sideways and sent flying, along with the tables and chairs in front of him, which scattered haphazardly on the street.

Pfft!

Dol fell to the ground and rolled around, getting soaked in noodle soup and wine, leaving a mess.

Even with his skin burned, he didn't dare to linger for a moment. He staggered to his feet and ran quickly, putting distance between himself and Shiramu Cheng once again.

Behind them, they could still hear Bai Mucheng's conversation with the Wu clan.

"Brother Bai Mu, you're going too far! How are people supposed to do business like this?!"

"Sorry, it's on me tonight."

"That's more like it! By the way, how long are you going to keep pursuing him?"

"At the very least, we should make him admit defeat, right? We can take a walk while we're at it, and warm up for the final ring battle..."

"Keep up the good work at the end of the celebration!"

"Oh!"

Bai Mucheng smiled and took his leave, continuing his pursuit.

He wasn't in a hurry to follow, but he was like a tail that couldn't be shaken off—he wouldn't stop until Dorr himself admitted defeat.

Dol staggered away, his steps faltering, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Just run away like this... is that right?

They had clearly decided that even after giving it their all, they would still lose to their opponent, thus experiencing the taste of defeat in this way.

But at this point, Dorr couldn't stop running away, and a question suddenly arose in his mind—

How exactly should we fight?

Chapter 309 A Walk and an Explosion

Bai Mucheng watched Duo'er's fleeing figure, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as he moved through the night with the rhythm of his steps.

[The Intent to Kill] See Through It!

A surge of murderous intent—wanting to manipulate Shiraki Cheng to deliver a fatal blow to Dor.

By deducing from these tactics, we can conclude that Dor's escape was not faked and that he was not interested in the passersby around him, so Shiraki Cheng was not in a hurry to end it.

Or perhaps, he really wanted to see how Dorr, the man himself, was going to end.

……

……

How exactly should we fight?

—Dor, who had “fought” countless times, now found himself with a question in his heart.

Without a doubt, if he turned back at this moment, he would surely be defeated by Bai Mucheng's fists and feet.

But whether or not to turn back is a decision for Dorr himself.