Super Fighting Tokyo.

"The black market only has this much information. We are currently investigating the specific forces and military distribution."

Billy bowed slightly to Dorr, glancing at Sonoda. "If Mr. Dorr can come and help, IDEAL will guarantee your freedom."

"Freedom...?"

Dol smiled, pursing his lips. "I'm sorry, I don't need it anymore."

This answer did not surprise Billy.

"You have fallen."

Billy sneered, "To be helpless against the enemy and yet to feign mutual respect and reconcile, engaging in some kind of travel game, is utterly pathetic!"

Dolce, however, relaxed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with a lighter.

"Hehe, I've never directly confronted IDEAL, but I didn't expect your way of recruiting people to be so friendly."

Billy spread his ten fingers, bent them into claws, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. Wisps of heat emanated from his mouth.

“DIE YOBBO…”

This bloody slang, roughly meaning "Die, weakling," is the catchphrase of the [Caracal].

The next moment—

Swish!

Dole suddenly threw a plastic lighter, hitting Billy in the face.

At the same time, Billy strode forward and smashed the lighter open with his forehead, only to be met with crushed tobacco that splashed into his eyes.

Whoosh!

Billy's vision was briefly obscured.

Dorr pressed down with his right hand, and with a snap, the blade on his elbow popped out and slashed toward Billy's throat.

Swish!

Seeing the blade approaching, Billy decisively raised his right hand and blocked the blow with his wrist, the impact producing a "clang" sound.

It didn't feel like a sharp blade cutting through meat; it felt more like hitting some kind of hard metal object!

"?!"

Dole was startled and slid past Billy, turning his head to look at him.

Inside the cut cuff of Billy's suit, a dagger was hidden close to his body; he had used the hilt to block Dolor's blade!

"Humph!"

Billy grunted, clenched his right fist, and pushed back with his right elbow.

Whoosh!

The dagger, which was kept close at hand, was violently swung backward, sliding from the wrist to the elbow, piercing the suit jacket with its tip and extending out from the elbow sleeve.

"DIE!"

Billy turned to face Dole and swung his elbow dagger repeatedly, each strike aimed at vital points, his movements skillful and swift.

Dol parried with the blade on his wrist, producing a crisp "clanging" sound, but it was ultimately shorter than the dagger, thus putting him at a disadvantage.

Swish!

Dole's right forearm was slashed several times, and blood gushed out instantly.

Snap!

Billy twisted his waist and hips, then turned and kicked from behind, striking Dole squarely in the waist and abdomen.

boom!

Dol was hit hard, blood spurting from his mouth and nose. He grimaced in pain, his body arching.

Billy reached out and grabbed Dole by the throat, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Had enough of your little tricks, Mr. Dole?"

Dorr was almost suffocated by the choking.

At the critical moment, Dorr brought his four fingers together with his back muscles and slashed horizontally at Billy's throat.

This move was taught to me by "Prison Angel" Guan Linchun; it's a signature move in professional wrestling—the Reverse Horizontal Hand Chop!

Swish!

Billy knew about Dole's human modifications and was therefore on guard against "The Blade," but he never expected that Dole would choose "The Hand Chop" when he was on the verge of death.

Snapped!

The chop landed on Billy's throat, causing him to cough up blood and be forced to release his grip on Dole's hand.

My throat is sore, and I feel a suffocating sensation.

"Shit..."

Billy gritted his teeth, stiffened his neck, and strained until his veins bulged, looking terrifying.

Dol was in even worse condition, clutching his waist, abdomen, and throat, panting heavily, his mind racing as he frantically considered various countermeasures.

Small-caliber pistols are useless against that "caracal," so Sonoda can't be relied on, but protecting himself shouldn't be a problem.

With this in mind, Dorr made up his mind to seize an opportunity to escape.

But in the very next second—

call out!

A steel ball the size of a bean suddenly shot from not far away, heading straight for Dorr's throat.

Dol tried to dodge, quickly taking a step back, but was still grazed on the jaw by the steel ball, his skin tearing instantly and bleeding profusely.

"hiss……"

Dole followed the trajectory and looked—

In a dark alley not far away, stood an old man in a white suit, with a long, thin goatee, gray hair, and a robust physique.

"—?!"

Dor was startled.

He recognized the old man's face; it was none other than the famous veteran professional assassin—Bai Long, nicknamed "Hundred Kills"!

It is rumored that Bailong has retired and gone into seclusion, but unexpectedly he has accepted IDEAL's employment again!

No wonder I didn't detect his presence...

At this moment, Bailong clenched his right fist, hooked his right index finger into a bend, and tightened his thumb, aiming forward.

This fingertip movement is precisely the gesture of "popping out," clearly indicating that the steel ball was his doing.

The ability to flick a steel ball with just a fingertip can cause fatal damage—this is one of the signature techniques of [Hundred Kinds of Slaughter]!

"As expected, that was a precise and deadly 'finger flick'..."

With Hundred Dragons blocking Dol's escape route, the situation reached a stalemate for a time.

Seeing this, Sonoda cocked his pistol, intending to help hold them off, but IDEAL clearly had a specific purpose.

Billy provided cover, while Bailong charged out, intending to knock Dorr unconscious and take him away.

But before Bailong could rush out of the dark alley, he suddenly stopped. It turned out that "another person" had arrived and stood next to Duoer.

—It is a white wooden support.

He jumped over the wall next to the alley and came to the scene of the battle, intervening in the chaos!

"Hmm~, there are so many familiar faces, and some unfamiliar ones too."

Shiraki glanced into the distance. "Thanks, Sonoda-kun. It seems I'm closer to the scene than the Metropolitan Police Department's support."

"..."

Just as Sonoda was about to reply, he suddenly realized something was wrong and exclaimed, "Watch out!"

"DIE!"

Swish-!

Billy strode forward and unleashed a series of powerful punches, each one capable of breaking bones thanks to his astonishing physical abilities.

Shiraki Cheng parried sideways, using his left hand and left wrist to deflect Billy's heavy punches in a dazzling display.

clap clap clap!

Billy missed several punches, so he increased the speed of his punches, making a move to suppress Shiramoto.

Shiraki Cheng could sense Billy's change, but suddenly swayed and retreated.

【DJ - Stay Cool!】

shuh...

As Bai Mucheng retreated, Billy swung his right wrist, unleashing the dagger he had been holding in his elbow, its sharp gleam flashing.

However, Shiraki Cheng had already seen through Billy's feint and retreated first, causing the attack to miss.

"—!!"

Billy continued his movements, his left hand supporting his right shoulder, then slid down to his right hand with a "whoosh," passing his elbow and striking the end of the hilt, sending the entire dagger flying out of his sleeve.

call out!

The dagger transformed into a flying knife, heading straight for Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng quickly kicked his right foot upwards, executing a split kick that reached towards the sky.

【Long·Heel Drop】!

boom!

The dagger was kicked away by Bai Mucheng and landed somewhere unknown.

Billy, seeing this, couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, "So fast..."

Before he could even sigh, Bai Mucheng took a small step forward with a kick to the sky, then slammed his right leg down like a crescent moon blade, striking the ground.

Whoosh!