Super Fighting Tokyo.

……

Let's go back to the present.

Both Shiraki and the bald man were stunned when they saw Himuro Ryo who had come from afar.

"Yo!"

Himuro Ryo raised his hand and waved from afar, probably to indicate that he meant no harm.

This handsome, dark-skinned man strode over, extended his hand, and readily shook hands with Bai Mucheng.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shiraki."

Himuro Ryo smiled and handed over two business cards, one for himself and the other for "Oya Ken," the chairman of Yoshino Kuniya Bookstore.

This was a nice souvenir, which Shiraki carefully put away and placed in his backpack.

Shiraki Cheng smiled and said, "What brings you here, Hyotei from the Kengan Association?"

Himuro Ryo disliked beating around the bush, and he guessed that Shiraki Sei felt the same way, so he got straight to the point.

"Well... I was sent by my family's chairman to build a relationship with you and make my company more well-known."

Himuro Ryo took off his backpack, which contained some food, a shirt, and even US dollars—presumably the hard currency of the inner city.

"My chairman found out about your actions through Chairman Gu Hai, and these are all supplies sent to you,"

"Besides making friends, my family's chairman also asked me to stay in the inner city for a few days to keep an eye on the recent developments here and to gather more information."

"To put it bluntly, just treat me as a companion. If you find me annoying, I'll leave."

Himuro Ryo smiled faintly, "Of course, if your dojo needs book sponsorship, my family's chairman would be happy to help—he specifically instructed me to do so."

"Ha, welcome!"

Shiramu Cheng, of course, would not refuse.

He enjoys lively gatherings and has always loved reading, so securing sponsorship would be ideal.

"They even have US dollars?"

Shiraki looked at Himuro Ryo's backpack and raised an eyebrow. "Although I've considered food and clothing, I haven't really thought about money."

"Only 'locals' would consider such details!"

Himuro Ryo, hands in his pockets, smiled faintly and said, "There are many black markets in the inner city. You can buy almost anything there, from alcohol to ingredients, daily necessities, medicine, weapons, and even household registration."

"But since the nationalities of the residents of the inner city are not fixed, US dollar transactions are the most convenient for the sake of convenience."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded his thanks.

Himuro waved his hand, "After all, I come from the Three Wolves District. Although the street layout changes frequently, I can still refer to the general rules."

As he spoke, Himuro Ryo glanced to the side and greeted the bald man again.

"Long time no see."

"Haha, you look great, Himuro!"

The two grabbed each other's left hands and shook them vigorously.

The bald man introduced Bai Mucheng, "What a coincidence! This is the fighter friend I mentioned. I didn't expect him to be here to see you. It turns out Brother Bai Mucheng is more famous!"

Himuro Ryo pointed at the bald man and said to Shiraki Cheng, "This guy has a terrible temper. He even fought with me before, and I taught him a lesson."

"For him to be able to chat so calmly, he must have been beaten up by Brother Shiraki, right?"

Upon hearing this, the bald man looked bitter and shook his broken right arm. "Yeah, it hurts like hell. I guess it'll take more than a month to heal."

Himuro Ryo grinned. "Ha, you're really unlucky."

The bald man immediately retorted, "Don't get too cocky. Maybe you'll be careless and someone will break your arm!"

Himuro was in a good mood, looking up at the sky, "No way, because I'm really strong!"

The bald man grimaced, extremely annoyed, "You bastard..."

……

……

As night deepened, a bonfire was lit by the wall.

That bald man was quite prestigious among the surrounding gangs of thugs, and with the addition of Himuro Ryo on Shiraki's side, there were three of them in total.

Therefore, tonight alone, the villains are resting and gathering strength, and no one dares to disturb them.

"..."

The three of them were roasting sweet potatoes.

Himuro Ryo poked at the fire with a stick, then turned to ask Shiramu Cheng, "What exactly do you intend to achieve by coming to the inner city?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment, "Should we at least wander around a bit?"

Upon hearing this, Himuro Ryo was somewhat displeased and slowly lit a cigarette.

"The inner city is a mixed bag, not only criminals and villains, but also martial arts masters are said to live in seclusion here."

“Even as a local, I would never wander around the inner city, and I wouldn’t even consider walking alone.”

“Especially for outsiders like you, you are easily targeted.”

Himuro Ryo took a drag of his cigarette, squinted at Shiramu Cheng, and said, "Brother, you're not underestimating Rijo, are you?"

Bai Mucheng leaned against the brick wall, looked up at the sky, and could see the murky night above him in the light of the searchlight.

"It's just... doing something difficult, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"..."

Himuro Ryo paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice with a sigh, "Young man, challenging the inner city as a martial artist is not just a simple matter of difficulty."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki glanced at the bald man beside him and gave Himuro Ryo a thumbs-up, "Himuro is actually sulking!"

Bald man: "..."

Bald man: "Haha..."

He could vaguely sense that among the fighters outside, there were those who were far more free-spirited and unrestrained than the residents of the inner city.

……

……

The next day, at dawn.

Shiraki Cheng casually washed his face with bottled water and ate some dry compressed biscuits and crushed beans.

Turning my head, I heard the bald man making a phone call, seemingly exchanging information with his own people and learning about the situation in other parts of the inner city.

A moment later, the phone call ended, and the bald man immediately started chatting with Bai Mucheng.

"Brother, the inner city is becoming increasingly turbulent. There are outsiders at every entrance and exit, and many skilled individuals have already taken action."

"Get ready for the challenge."

"But first and foremost, we still have to deal with those guys—"

The bald man raised his chin.

In the distance, the villains who had retreated earlier regrouped and spent the night recuperating, their energy and spirit far surpassing that of the day before.

The man at the front was tattooed and wearing knuckle dusters. "Outsider, before you play with others, come and have a second round!"

"..."

Upon seeing this, Bai Mucheng threw away the water bottle in his hand and cracked his neck.

He saw the ink swirling around him, and could see the tall, illusory figure from before, which became clearer as his fighting spirit rose, until it stepped behind him.

Snapped!

A towering woman, over two meters tall, slammed her large, shadowy hand against Bai Mucheng's back.

"Not bad, let me teach you a few moves, then I'll give you a good beating!"

Swish...

Shiraki took off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body, which was covered in scars and had well-developed muscles.

Boom!

He clenched his fists and slowly walked forward.

This time, the thugs abandoned their chaotic siege and avoided only advancing without retreating. Instead, they formed groups of three or four, leaving gaps between each other.

But at the same time, Shiraki also changed his playing style.

In the instant when the two were no more than three steps apart—

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Bai Mucheng suddenly shifted to the side, delivering a sweeping mid-section side kick from right to left, forcibly gathering the attacking thugs together.

"Wow!?"

The thugs had no time to react and were forced to gather in one direction.

Bai Mucheng's eyes gleamed, and he unleashed a powerful right straight punch, striking the three thugs and sending them staggering backward.

Immediately after pulling back his right fist, he gathered his strength again and unleashed a powerful straight punch, as if a thick short sword were thrusting forward.

"brake!"

【Marisa's Roman Dagger】!

Clang—!!

The three thugs bounced and scattered like bowling balls.