Super Fighting Tokyo.

As the man placed his hand on his knee, he slowly rose to his feet.

It seemed that he had rolled around too much, which made him feel dizzy, causing him to cough incessantly and even start to gag.

"Cough cough! Cough... Ugh! Cough..."

"Ahhhh, it hurts so much!"

Everyone finally saw it clearly—

The newcomer was dressed in simple overalls and wore a blue headscarf; it was none other than Mr. Second, Kebar!

"……Um?"

Kebar glanced to the side and saw that the little windmill on the wall was not moving. He couldn't help but pout and complain:

"Your owner's eyes are spinning so much, why don't you spin yourself too~~~~~"

He stretched out his finger and fiddled with the windmill.

"It's rare that I've finally figured out my entrance..."

"It sounds so nice when it spins around, 'cluck cluck cluck,' right? Now I can't even picture it!"

After saying that, Kebar raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and looked at Billy and Bailong.

"Oh~!"

He grinned. "The afternoon sun is just right, and I've run into a notorious assassin. It would be a shame to waste it on a nap."

Chapter 455 The Invisible Terror

Although it was late autumn, the afternoon temperature was quite high, making people feel drowsy.

But when Kebar appeared, the somber atmosphere vanished without a trace, replaced by a strange eeriness and a translucent light carried by the sea breeze.

It was as if the weather itself had changed because of [Mr. Er].

Huff...! Huff...!

—A cool autumn breeze is blowing!

……

……

Kebar stood still, letting the autumn wind tousle the strands of hair at his temples.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Billy and Bailong.

"It is said that IDEAL is a notorious criminal organization in the United States, and your influence has even infiltrated the US government."

"Whether it's arms smuggling or illegal drugs, everything is under your control."

“Truly remarkable—for a criminal organization.”

"..."

Kebar read it casually.

On the other side, Billy looked tense, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead, and muttered, "J. Keibar..."

"Haha, I'm very famous!"

Kebar smiled faintly: "If you want to rule over that group of battle-hardened villains, you need to have the strongest military force."

"It's no wonder that American police can't handle criminal organizations that are formed in this way, after all, they are Americans."

Kebar's eyes darted around as he casually glanced at Billy.

“[Carnivore] Billy Greco, you are a CIA clerk, but your true identity is IDEAL’s top assassin.”

"I heard that you once slaughtered more than a hundred drug dealers in a Mexican prison."

"In addition, there is Bailong, a master of assassination techniques who has been in seclusion for many years. The two of you joining forces..."

"It's really very interesting."

As he spoke, Kebar lowered his hand from his sunshade, put his hands in his pockets, and let the sunlight fall on his face.

"Did you know? This clear afternoon often foreshadows a fine night, a bright and unusually moonlit night."

"How nostalgic..."

"During my teenage years as a pirate, every voyage was set off on such nights."

"..."

While Kebar was speaking, Bailong secretly pulled out a steel ball, intending to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Just as [Finger Snap] was about to be activated, Kebar suddenly stepped forward and used "Billy" to separate himself from Bailong, preventing the steel ball from being launched directly.

"—!?"

Bai Long was immediately stunned.

Discovered?

Snapped!

In the midst of their hesitation, Kebar snapped his fingers, instantly drawing the attention of Bailong and Billy and bringing them back to their senses.

"Although he's a professional assassin, his combat skills are far too amateurish..."

With his hands in his pockets, Kebar tilted his head and teased, "It looks like you guys are in a 2v1 situation, but just a moment ago, Billy became the obstacle for Bailong."

"If you get caught up in 2v1, you won't be able to take advantage of the situation at all. In fact, your combat power will decrease, and I'll be able to take you down easily."

"Therefore, you need to think carefully about how you can cooperate to showcase your respective strengths, otherwise you will have no chance."

"..."

Billy and Bailong were briefly overwhelmed by Kebar's imposing presence.

On the other side, Shiraki stepped forward, looking at Keibar with a reproachful expression, "Mr. 2, you seem to be having a lot of fun."

"Oh……"

Kebar glanced at Shiraki Cheng, "Because this is my turf, a touching, fateful duel is fine, but a regular fight won't do."

Bai Mucheng lowered his head and pursed his lips, "As expected of the Second Master, you are so relaxed..."

Just then, Billy and Bailong made their move.

They weren't old partners; their relationship was simply that of employer and employee.

Rather than having the two of them cooperate and interfere with each other, it would be better for them to choose their own opponents, which would allow them to better utilize their fighting power!

Billy looked at Bai Mucheng.

Bailong stepped to the side, facing Kebar.

"……oh!"

Kebar's expression brightened considerably. "You guys are quite clever. Doing it this way at least allows you to unleash your full potential, and your killing intent has intensified."

"Hmph, don't talk like you're a prophet. The behavior patterns of the strong are all similar."

Bai Long's expression was solemn, and he spread his arms wide, assuming a striking stance.

The next moment—

Whoosh!

Bailong lowered his body, twisted quickly, and then sprinted forward.

His speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he leaped up and quickly closed in on Kebar with his agile body, ready to strike with his fists and feet.

In that instant, the neighborhood thugs who were watching saw it—

Despite being an elderly man, he possessed a robust physique that rivaled that of a young man, and his sharp features exuded a murderous aura.

That man's brutal, precise, and sharp fighting skills were like a combination of various weapons!

What Bailong uses is not martial arts techniques, but a way of killing that he focuses on and has become a living embodiment of [Hundred Kinds of Slaughter] through countless battles!

If they were to engage in combat while observing, they could be killed the instant they made contact!

"Whoa!"

Kebar jumped back to dodge, his back against the wall.

Bailong seized the opportunity, twisted his body and slashed with his hand, aiming straight for Kebar's neck, but Kebar crouched down to dodge, making it impossible for him to grab him.

Wow, so fast!?

But right now!

Bailong's goal, from beginning to end, has been to reduce Kebar's range of operations.

After all, Shiraki Cheng had just brushed aside the flames with his bare hands, and Bai Long, with his rich combat experience, would never make the same move again.

So he hid the bottle of kerosene in his hand, intending to throw it the moment Kebar crouched down to dodge, so that the kerosene would soak Kebar.

You can't stop the liquid, can you?

Once you get burned, whether you're the "President" or "Mr. 2," you'll have to suffer a lot first!

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly—

Whoosh!

The hot liquid spilled out.

But it wasn't Bailong's kerosene, it was Kebar's...urine?

Kebar crouched down to dodge, then stood up and urinated on Bailong with gusto, soaking him completely.

...? ? ?

So shocked was Bailong that he didn't even hold onto the kerosene bottle in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang and shattered.

Bailong suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "Wow!"