Super Fighting Tokyo.

Hope swallowed hard, looked back at Bai Mucheng, and greeted him with a dry laugh, "Yo, young man... no, boss?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Influenced by Wu Fengshui, I now feel like I'm going to be in debt whenever I hear the word "boss".

It's quite obvious that these three women, who call themselves "losers," need a large sum of money to turn their bad luck around.

"..."

Seeing that Shiraki was unmoved, Iori Ichika—this derelict police officer who often took shortcuts—started to have wicked ideas.

She grinned slyly, nudged Hana beside her with her elbow, and whispered urging, "Hey, you bitch, you used to be a hostess, right? Hurry up and think of a way to make some big money!"

"She's very innocent, she's not a slut..."

Hana retorted without any confidence, then looked at Shiraki Cheng and actually considered Hua's suggestion, but then waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, no, I've seen a lot of customers, so I can tell at a glance that this Mr. Shiraki is definitely the kind of person you can't 'get rid of'..."

Upon hearing this, Yi Hua had no choice but to give up.

She scrutinized Bai Mucheng closely and asked in confusion, "So, you're the kind of martial artist whose life revolves solely around cultivation?"

"...No, that's not right."

Shiraki admitted to thinking about it, then shook his head in denial.

“There are indeed martial artists who follow the principle that ‘walking, sitting, and lying down are all forms of cultivation,’ and only take a few steps out of the state of cultivation a few times a day… but I can’t do that.”

"Drinking, loitering, worrying about making money, and finding pleasure in spending money—these trivial matters are hardly useful for improving one's abilities."

"But if all that's left in life is efficient spiritual practice, it's hard to say that's the right thing to do."

"Go through the experience and feel, and finally throw 'my' fist—that's the key."

"..."

Upon hearing these words, Ichika and Hana exchanged bewildered glances, feeling both puzzled and impressed.

Only Pegasus Hope—that "fighter" who, despite suffering from an eye ailment, remained active on the front lines of the arena—understood Shiraki Cheng to some extent.

"As expected, her mindset is truly 'top-notch'..."

Hope stretched and pulled a few more bottles of beer from under the table. "But it doesn't matter tonight, let's drink to our hearts' content!"

……

……

When you exercise, you should exercise hard; when you live life, you should live it well.

Another round of drinking parties.

The four people at the table are all connected to the underworld and each focuses on different areas, so they have a lot to talk about.

Recent operations by the Metropolitan Police Department, the distribution of yakuza forces, and intelligence on underground fighting groups, and so on.

When they got into the mood, Yihua picked up an unopened bottle of beer and, without using a bottle opener, gently tapped it with his chopsticks.

Boo!

The bottle cap was opened, and the bottle flew up and landed not far away.

"..."

"……Hello!"

A shout from the next table interrupted the four people's chatter.

The four turned to look and saw a girl wearing a beret, a long-sleeved shirt and a pleated skirt, with long black hair, sitting at the next table eating.

She ate voraciously, she must have been starving for a long time.

But before she could finish eating, a beer bottle cap fell from the sky and landed in the plate of Mapo Tofu in front of her.

Snapped!

The girl slammed her chopsticks on the table, gritted her teeth without turning around, and said, "Look where you guys threw all those bottle caps! Is this the only place where you guys eat?"

"Huh?" Yi Hua, being a cop, got stubborn and was about to confront them, but was stopped by Hana.

Lately, Tokyo's underworld has been rife with undercurrents; it's best to avoid getting into trouble.

Hana stood up and went forward to apologize to the girl, then ordered her another plate of Mapo Tofu, plus a few side dishes.

"...Okay, it's fine."

Seeing the other party's attitude, the girl didn't care anymore and continued to eat heartily.

At the same time, Shiraki Cheng and Tenma Nozomi saw the girl's face. They looked at each other and were both somewhat surprised.

The girl was Li Youba.

She must have finished the competition, received her payment, and then gone into this Chinese restaurant, where she's been leisurely eating ever since.

"Oh? It's you!"

Li Youba looked up and saw Bai Mucheng. She recognized his face; he was the man who had reminded her by the edge of the ring.

"You should have said so earlier! It turns out we're acquaintances. What a coincidence!"

Li Youba casually remarked, using a Chinese proverb in the last sentence.

Hana was taken aback. "A foreigner?"

Yi Hua, using the limited vocabulary she had, raised her hand and greeted, "Hey, hello, thank you xiaolongbao!"

Li Youba: "..."

She was already used to it, so she didn't feel anything, especially since she owed Bai Mucheng a huge favor.

……

……

Since we're all acquaintances, we should definitely share a table.

A table meant for four becomes a table for five, and casual conversation after drinks is a must.

Since they were all from the underground fighting circle, there was nothing to hide, and Li Youba recounted his unfortunate experiences during this period.

It was similar to what Shiraki Cheng had heard.

The Miserable Tooth Group disbanded, the Killing Martial Arts Association went bankrupt, Li Youba's investment money went down the drain, and all his savings were lost in horse racing betting.

"hateful!"

Li Youba slammed her fist on the table, blaming everything on what she believed to be the source—the collapse of the Miserable Tooth Group.

"It is said that Inoue Suga, the leader of the Miserable Tooth Group, was involved in a troublesome gambling game and ultimately lost his entire fortune."

"How foolish! Don't gamble if you can't afford to pay!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng kindly reminded him, "Wasn't your remaining savings also lost in horse racing betting?"

Li Youba declared matter-of-factly, "That's why I paid!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Bai Mucheng: "Ah, right, right, right."

Compared to Li Youba and the other three ruthless figures in the gray market, his younger sister Sakurai Arisa is much more worry-free. I wonder if she and Maruk are having a good time together.

Hiss, and Maruk... and Maruk...

That should save you a lot of trouble, right?

While Shiraki was lost in thought, Tenma Nozomi, standing to the side, was quite puzzled, recalling the events with a sense of bewilderment.

"The Miserable Tooth Group was also destroyed by gambling? That's strange..."

She explained to everyone, "The reason why my previous group, Loser Fighting, was about to go bankrupt was because the yakuza forces behind it were ambushed and suffered huge losses in gambling, even resulting in a death."

"Two different extreme forces were destroyed at the same time because of a 'bet'. Could it be that the mastermind behind it all is the same person?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng frowned. "That's really strange!"

"Oh?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. Logically speaking, Bai Mucheng should not be so certain. Could it be that he knows something inside?

Bai Mucheng took a sip of beer and analyzed seriously, "I only destroyed the Miserable Tooth Group, who did it on the Loser Fighting side?"

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "...Huh?"

Because these words were so strange, and even a little frightening upon closer examination, everyone simply assumed that Bai Mucheng had drunk too much.

As for the topic we just discussed, Iori Kazuka, being a police officer, clearly knew more about the inside story.

"I just wanted to remind Hana, so I'll be frank and not tell anyone else."

Yi Hua straightened his face and said in a deep voice:

"According to internal sources within the Metropolitan Police Department, members of a criminal group codenamed 'IDEAL' have already smuggled themselves into the country, seemingly with the aim of taking over other underground organizations."

"Although the probability of them targeting the Jinguji group—such a small group—is very small, it's still best to be careful."

Yi Hua, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, sighed helplessly.

"Things have been pretty unsettled lately across all the yakuza groups..."

"So, Brother Shiraki, if you want to invest money in an underground business, finding a few more partners wouldn't be a bad idea!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded casually, without giving a clear response.

But to be fair, he does need to invest in some projects, especially after becoming a member of the "Kengan Association".

After all, the essence of the Kengan match is commercial competition.

The "Kengan-kai Membership" slots are reserved for business owners. If Shiraki Seijin were to join the Kengan-kai, he would have to own a company. It would be a shame if it were just a perfunctory membership.