Super Fighting Tokyo.

"...?"

Himuro Ryo, who was smoking, immediately started coughing incessantly after hearing Shiraki's words, and even choked on his tears.

The dark-skinned, handsome guy nicknamed "Ice Emperor" has been losing control of his facial expressions lately.

"Cough cough...no, no...?"

Himuro Ryo's eyes widened. "Shiraki... what do you want!?"

Shiraki grinned, "Please, Himuro-kun."

"..."

Himuro Ryo paused for a moment, then finally nodded helplessly, "I'm here to help, there's no reason for me to stop you, but don't make me collect your corpse..."

……

……

So, that morning...

In the Three Wolves district, General Zhang received a communication from [Hyotei] Himuro Ryo, the mercenary leader, whose content shocked him greatly.

What followed was immense annoyance.

Within minutes, the entire main camp was on high alert, with dozens of skilled mercenaries fully armed and strengthening their defenses several times over.

"Cheer up, everyone!"

The leader was a soldier with slicked-back hair, carrying an AK submachine gun, who was addressing the guards.

"That outsider who caused such a ruckus at the entrance to the Three Wolves Pass has announced that he's going to make a move against our boss before lunchtime!"

"This is a huge insult! Therefore, there's no need to consider him Mr. Himuro's friend! Kill him on the spot!!"

The soldier with the slicked-back hair was so angry that his face turned red.

He was catching his breath when he suddenly noticed that his underling looked completely bewildered, staring blankly at him as if he were terrified.

"Um, boss..."

The soldier with the slicked-back hair sensed someone behind him and tried to turn around, but he only felt his neck being grabbed and he couldn't move at all.

Someone suddenly appeared behind him—?!

They are outsiders!

At this moment, Bai Mucheng stood behind the soldier with the slicked-back hair and used the soldier's body as cover as he slowly approached the guards.

"Kaiya's tip worked!"

Bai Mucheng grinned and said, "When facing modern mercenaries, taking the leader hostage is indeed a good option. It will make you afraid to fire."

"Then--"

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng had already walked into the group of guards.

The surrounding mercenaries, having confirmed that Shiramu Cheng was not carrying any weapons or bombs, became bolder.

Several of them shouted, "Don't underestimate us!" and then rushed forward, trying to use their body weight to hold down the white wood.

"Then—Master Gu Lie also told me that to be 'professional', you have to adapt to all kinds of situations and not be afraid of changes."

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng wrapped his left arm around the neck of the soldier with the slicked-back hair, twisted his waist and turned his hips, and threw a punch with his right palm in a spinning motion, sweeping across 360° in the blink of an eye!

【Long Bo's slap】!!

bang bang bang...

Even though it was just a palm strike that grazed the jaws of the mercenaries in front, the mercenaries felt as if they had been punched hard, and their jaws seemed to shatter.

"...!?"

The people in the front row, with their eyes glazed over and slumped to the ground, created a huge obstacle for those behind them, making it impossible for them to gather together.

"Hey! Get out of my way!"

"Should we shoot?"

"Idiot, the boss is in his hands, and firing here will hit our own people!"

"..."

Swish!

Bai Mucheng gripped the slick-back-haired soldier's shoulder, then strode forward, embraced him, and broke through the defenses to reach the mercenaries' side.

Before him stood the tightly closed iron gate of the camp, about two or three meters high, a typical "demolition type" building common in the inner city.

At this moment, two or three guards came to their senses and charged forward, brandishing short sticks or daggers.

Bai Mucheng swayed the slick-haired soldier, using this to adjust his center of gravity and quickly turn around, followed by a backflip and upper leg sweep, striking back with a swift heel strike.

【Longo Whirlwind Kick】!

Boom!

The two mercenaries were kicked in the face, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, and they flew to the side.

"Well……"

The soldier with the slicked-back hair was so disoriented from all the commotion that he was about to faint when Bai Mucheng slapped him hard on the shoulder, forcibly waking him up.

The soldier with the slicked-back hair wanted to cry, "Why are you still torturing me like this?!"

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips tightly, "After all, you're the boss, so you should take the risks!"

"You..."

The soldier with the slicked-back hair was speechless. He could only grit his teeth and use his last bit of strength to break free from Bai Mucheng and throw a powerful hook punch upwards!

"ah!"

With a loud shout, the slick-haired soldier felt a figure flash past him.

Upon closer inspection, one could see Bai Mucheng leaping off the ground with his legs spread wide apart, simultaneously pressing down with both hands to strike his own uppercut.

boom!

Bai Mucheng's movements were light and agile; he even used the force of his upward hook to achieve a double jump.

【Rashid Lightning Strike】!

Swish!

He used parkour techniques to quickly backflip, twisting into a whirlwind in mid-air, and flipped directly over the large iron gate, easily leaping into the courtyard.

There were also four or five elite guards in the courtyard.

Just as those men were about to draw their guns, they looked up but couldn't see Bai Mucheng anywhere; all they heard was a "Song."

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Before they could react, Bai Mucheng was already in front of them, throwing three punches in quick succession with both hands.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang!

The elite guards, their noses bleeding profusely, couldn't help but squint, losing track of Bai Mucheng.

"Where...where is everyone!?"

At this moment, in the center of the camp.

Bai Mucheng arrived at the driver's seat of a "car," where a middle-aged man with a mustache, wearing a camouflage uniform and a headband, was sitting.

He was Zhang, an old friend of Himuro Ryo, nicknamed "General".

"..."

General Zhang sat upright in the car, glancing at Bai Mucheng outside through the bulletproof glass, before gently knocking on the window.

His intention was to say that the car window was very hard and even bullets couldn't penetrate it, so that Bai Mucheng shouldn't bother.

But then General Zhang saw Bai Mucheng clench his right fist.

The ultimate technique—

[Luke O Evaporation Order]!

"Drink!"

boom--! ! !

A heavy punch slammed into the car window on General Zhang's side, causing the entire car to shake violently, as if it were experiencing a major earthquake.

Without stopping, he attacked with both hands, delivering a rapid and continuous barrage of heavy punches.

The fist swept over like a tsunami.

Bang bang bang!

Because the impacts were all concentrated in one spot, cracks gradually appeared on the car window, making a "crackling" sound, which made General Zhang's expression increasingly astonished.

With the final blow, Shiraki pulled his right fist back to its limit and swung it forward with all his might.

Boom!

The technique of "Strike with Extreme Force," which involves the coordinated efforts of over 36 trillion cells in the body, has been mastered by Shiraki and is now being used casually.

With a loud crash, the bulletproof glass shattered.

Interspersed with this was General Zhang's shrill scream, "I lost!"

……

……

By the time the guards arrived, Bai Mucheng had already gotten into the car, drawn the curtains around the car, and used the other three windows as cover so that no one could be seen.

General Zhang sat in the driver's seat, half of his head peeking out through the curtains, his forehead covered in sweat.

"...Step back, I am already dead."

General Zhang's eye twitched. He dismissed his men and returned to the car, where he had a friendly conversation with Bai Mucheng in the back seat.