Super Fighting Tokyo.

"The reason is simple, Kaji."

Baku patted Kaji Takaomi on the shoulder, holding a dried plum in his hand, gesturing for Kaji Takaomi to come and see.

Kaji Takaomi jogged to the window and peered out from the edge.

Upon seeing this, Kaji Takaomi was immediately delighted.

Shiraki and Maruk did indeed fall from the building, but a car had been parked downstairs at some point, and the two of them landed right on it, smashing the car's roof to pieces.

Although they were far away, it was still possible to make out that Shiramu Cheng and Maruk were lying on their backs, both panting heavily, but not in any danger of dying.

Beside the car, a short-haired girl stood with her arms crossed.

Did she drive the car here?

"She must have been Xiao Cheng's support sniper, who drove the car over in advance as a buffer against the fall."

Baku tore open the package of dried plums in his hand and chuckled softly, "He said he wouldn't give Maruk a chance, but he just wanted Maruk to fight with all his might so he could see if he could win..."

"Xiao Cheng is a liar too!"

Baku ate a dried plum and kindly shared one with Shigeru Akagi and Takaomi Kaji.

……

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Downstairs, Shiramu and Maruk lay on their backs on the roof of a wrecked car.

"Hahaha!"

Maruk smiled innocently at the thought that he had a chance to atone for his sins.

"Hahaha……"

The thought of owing Wu Fengshui another luxury car, compounding his debt, made Bai Mucheng laugh in a reckless abandon.

In short—it was really fun to fight, wasn't that good?

In the distance, the sun slowly rises, casting its warm light.

The long night is finally over.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Debt-Free and Carefree

The morning light was warm and pleasant, making my skin itch.

The "bed" I'm on isn't very comfortable—though it's probably quite expensive.

Wu Fengshui's luxury car had its roof smashed by Bai Mucheng and Maruk, the frame was dented, and the entire car was completely totaled.

"Boss!"

Wu Fengshui stood beside the car with a grin, then changed his form of address and asked Bai Mucheng, "Can damage to the vehicle be reimbursed?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

I have a feeling that I've fallen into some kind of deep pit.

But looking at Maruk beside him, Shiraki felt much better.

Zangief's ink-wash silhouette appeared, standing beside the car, extending a large hand in greeting.

Shiraki Cheng, bracing himself, high-fived Zangief in celebration.

Snapped!

From that high-five, Shiraki could sense Zangief's intense satisfaction—he was happy for Shiraki's victory and for Maruk's triumph over Rodham.

Top fighters can often sense each other's will from the punches of their opponents.

Although Zangief was an invincible wrestler who believed in steel-like muscles, he was also a PhD who could read three hundred books a year and had a very delicate emotional life.

He probably sensed the sadness and resentment hidden beneath Rodham's violence—Maruk's.

That's why Zangief wanted to try to save Maruk.

Shiraki's idea was similar, and he eventually merged with Zangief's mind to unleash his fighting style.

"..."

After the high-five, Zangief's phantom raised his hand to the sky, as if gesturing to the surrounding audience.

But the only response he received was from "Long," who was silently meditating nearby.

It's not lively enough!

Shiraki could sense that Zangief wanted to say this to himself.

Keep practicing! Good things will happen as long as you practice! Of course, don't forget to let your muscles rest first, otherwise your body will break down!

Zangief's thoughts kept coming, giving instructions, while Long shook his head helplessly beside him.

"Huh...huh..."

Maruk beside him had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Shiraki Seiya was drowsy and about to close his eyes when he suddenly opened them.

He remembered something!

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng got out of the car and, to Wu Fengshui's astonishment, limped toward the building entrance.

……

……

The building, upstairs.

After confirming that Shiraki and Maruk were unharmed, the atmosphere among everyone immediately relaxed.

Nightwalker smiled and said, "In that case, we can try to master Rodham's martial arts, right, Lord Baku?"

"You've misunderstood, Mr. Nightwalker."

Baku, chewing on a dried plum, waved his hand, "I don't need any serial killers..."

As he was speaking, Baku froze, then seemed to suddenly realize something, helplessly rubbed his forehead and chuckled bitterly, before urging Kaji Takaomi to hurry up.

"Let's run, Kaji! Let's go downstairs, the betting isn't over yet!"

“…Huh?” Kaji Takaomi was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

The betting game is far from over!

The outcome of this gamble depends on either Baku or Shigeru Akagi; whoever "steps out" of the abandoned building first will not be considered to have fallen.

That being said, it's too late to run now.

Not to mention the traps downstairs that have not yet been removed, as long as Shiraki walks into the building from downstairs and then walks out, the conditions for victory or defeat, "stepping out of the building," will be met.

So even Kaji Takaomi could see that Madarame Baku was bound to lose, so why bother struggling in vain?

"Because it's fun, Kaji."

Baku saw through Kaji Takaomi's thoughts and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "A bet purely for the sake of winning or losing—like the fight between Kosuke and Maruk—is truly rare."

"oh oh!"

Kaji Takaomi nodded. Although he was still a little confused, he had a feeling that this was the happiest moment for Baku Madarame tonight.

……

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The group dismantled the traps downstairs and arrived at the building entrance.

As expected, Shiraki Cheng had been waiting there for a long time, and only after the Baku sprinted towards the door did he finally take the last step and step out of the building.

"Ha ha……"

The spotted tapir was surprisingly weak, panting heavily, yet unable to hide its delight.

Walking slowly through the night, he took on the duties of a notary, announcing, "The game is over, the outcome is decided."

"Winners: Shigeru Akagi and Noboru Shiraki."

"Loot: Gambler's Club membership, 30 million in cash, real estate in the Nine-Story Building, etc..."

"..."

After announcing the results of the bet, Ye Xing glanced around and noticed two more people walking towards him.

It was Wu Fengshui, and Maruk, who had been forcibly woken up by her, was still sleepy-eyed.

The Wu clan members all had black eyes with white pupils, making them quite easy to identify. Therefore, Ye Xing nodded slightly and greeted Wu Fengshui.

"Guests of the Wu clan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Good morning!

Wu Fengshui raised his hand in response, then forcibly dragged Maruk over and handed him to Bai Mucheng's side. "Bai Mucheng, the commission is over. I need to go back and find someone to fix the car! What should we do with this guy?"

"ha--!"

Before Bai Mucheng could answer, Maruk yawned and fell asleep again, leaning on Bai Mucheng's shoulder.

The group looked at each other in silence.

Nightwalker whispered a reminder to Shigeru Akagi, "Mr. Akagi, according to the bet, ownership of this 'Maruk' will also belong to you."

"Hmm, this is a bit troublesome..."

Shigeru Akagi's personality is such that although he doesn't really care about having multiple followers, Maruk's mind is clearly that of a child, and he needs to be taken care of.

"I'm very interested in the Gambler's membership, so please allow me to indulge myself for a few more days."

Akagi Shigeru looked at Shiraki Shigeru, "The other thirty million in cash—I don't need it, so I'll give it all to Shigeru-kun, and also to Maruk beside you..."

"..."