Super Fighting Tokyo.

Kaoru Hanayama: "..."

Kaoru Hanayama: "..."

Seeing his boss standing there dumbfounded, Kizaki helplessly covered his face and sighed, "Boss, you're just really bad at negotiating, that's why I said I should take charge..."

Kaoru Hanayama: "..."

But since the matter was already out in the open, Kizaki decided not to beat around the bush any further.

"In short, that's the situation. You should all go home quietly. I will apologize to the chairman of Renhe Group."

“…Wait a minute,” Tenma suddenly spoke up, seeing that Kizaki had made up his mind on his own.

She, Yihua, and Hana – three “losers” – finally had a chance to rise to prominence, so how could they be willing to let the opportunity slip away?

Moreover, running an underground business is inherently risky, and these girls aren't exactly obedient children; they simply can't withstand the strict control of their "parents."

Hopefully, he hurriedly said, "Since we're all on the same side, there must be a chance to talk, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kizaki's expression suddenly changed, and he reverted to his professional yakuza persona.

“We are not here to ‘negotiate,’ but to ‘inform’ in a friendly manner.”

“So-called ‘negotiation’ is based on having sufficient ‘financial and military power,’ and you are clearly not qualified.”

"The struggle between yakuza is not as gentle as ring fighting."

"Like right now—"

Kizaki didn't retract the dagger; instead, he held it gleamingly against Shiraki's lower abdomen. "If I were to stab it now—brother, what would you do?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, then suddenly fell backward to the ground.

"?!"

Even Kizaki was taken aback, thinking he had accidentally injured the other person. He quickly looked at the dagger in his hand, only to find that the blade was not stained with blood.

"亻——"

Before Kizaki could even wonder, he saw Shiraki push off the ground with both hands, use the momentum to flip over and jump up, his movements like a drawn longbow, kicking the knife out of Kizaki's hand.

Swish-!

Shiraki delivered another kick, his toes landing firmly in front of Kizaki, the sole of his shoe just barely touching the fine hairs on Kizaki's face.

These two consecutive kicks were even faster than Hina's previous ones, and Kizaki couldn't even see Shiraki's movements!

"……Ha ha!"

Upon seeing this, the silent Kaoru Hanayama suddenly burst out laughing, feeling much more relaxed.

Because this is his area of ​​expertise.

"Kizaki!"

At Hanayama Kaoru's command, Kizaki instinctively stood at attention, then immediately understood and ran outside to make arrangements.

"There's a nice bar nearby that you can walk to."

Kaoru Hanayama gave a thumbs-up and gestured to Shiraki Cheng, "Shall we go over there and talk?"

……

……

On a small path leading to a bar in Shinjuku.

Shiraki Shiro and Hanayama Kaoru walked in front, followed by Tenma Nozomi and Kizaki, then Hana, Ichika, and Li Youba and Hime.

Kaoru Hanayama goes without saying, and the others were also quite eye-catching, drawing glances from passersby.

"..."

Pegasus looked tense, racking his brains for a way out of the predicament.

Seeing this, Kizaki, not wanting the relationship between the two groups to become too strained, smiled and said, "Tenma hopes... right?"

Hope nodded awkwardly, "Mm."

Kizaki shrugged. "To be honest, I've really taken great care of you guys, so why can't you just agree?"

Hope chuckled dryly, "Whether it's us or Shiraki-kun, we all want to give it a shot."

"Strive for...?"

Kizaki sighed, "To be honest, I don't know if your choice was right. Perhaps it would have been better to just withdraw. Otherwise, someone would definitely get hurt, and they might even die."

Hope was stunned. "Injured? Dead?!"

Kizaki grinned and said, "Because the boss is 'different'!"

"..."

Hope was completely confused and was about to ask further when she suddenly saw two cars driving towards her.

A Jeep off-road vehicle and a Cadillac.

Two cars, one in front of the other, blocked the crowd. Then, a dozen armed yakuza, all of whom were "professional," got out of the cars.

Pegasus felt a chill run down his spine, "These guys..."

"It's okay, these things can happen anytime, anywhere, don't worry about it."

Kizaki patted Nozomi on the shoulder, signaling her to relax, and laughed, "It's just the occasional street fight!"

Chapter Fifty-Four: Fighting Masters

Tenma hoped that Iori Kazuka had mentioned it before—about the old-school yakuza way of life.

In short, it's about fighting!

He's always in high spirits, whether he's eating, sleeping, or playing with women, and he might start a fight anytime, anywhere!

With the enactment of the "Anti-Violence Law," which strengthened the control over violent groups, such street fights have become rare.

Hope never imagined that something like this would happen on the way to another bar—a short distance that only requires walking.

Is this what "Kaoru Hanayama's" daily life is like?!

……

……

Woo... Beep beep beep...

Both cars had their engines running and their headlights on, illuminating the street where everyone was.

A dozen or so members of the yakuza group, each armed with their own weapons, surrounded the eight people between the two vehicles and approached them step by step.

Upon witnessing this scene, passersby quickly fled, not daring to linger for even a moment.

"Haha, I really miss those days."

Kizaki pushed aside Pegasus Nozomi beside him and stepped forward.

"Because of that 'violent resistance law,' the struggle among us like-minded people is now completely different from before."

"Usually, they would choose to settle the matter with a one-on-one fight."

"And now, a group of people come knocking on my door seeking revenge—that's kind of nostalgic!"

Kizaki's gaze swept across the crowd, finally locking onto the leader of this group of yakuza—a middle-aged man wielding a katana.

"Yamamoto!!"

Kizaki shouted loudly, his imposing manner no less than that of the armed enemy before him, as he was Hanayama Kaoru's right-hand man.

"You bastard, didn't we just meet yesterday? Did you take too many drugs tonight?"

"..."

The middle-aged yakuza named Yamamoto, holding a samurai sword, with greasy hair and a cold sweat on his forehead, had a kind of crazy, reckless attitude.

"It's all...it's all your fault!"

"They say I'm not allowed to start a new group, but I've already invested everything I have. Why can't I continue?"

"Hehe...hehe! If we can't get our money back, we won't be able to pay off our gambling debts and loan sharks, and the whole group will have to work illegally on ocean freighters—I don't want that!"

"Kaoru Hanayama, someone is offering a million dollars for your head!"

"..."

Yamamoto's spirit had been pushed to the limit; he could only complain to himself and couldn't even explain the cause and effect.

Kizaki wasn't intimidated by Yamamoto. He looked at Shiraki beside him and casually began to introduce him.

"He is Yamamoto of the Yanagawa Group. He is heavily in debt from gambling and loan sharks. He planned to make money by opening a new brothel to turn his fortunes around, but as you know, he was not allowed to open a new shop."

Kizaki helplessly spread his hands and joked with a smile, "But then again, it's not allowed even under normal circumstances. Yamamoto's shop is all about tricking young girls into 'doing' things, and the boss has long forbade it."

"After a few back and forths, the Yanagawa Group went completely bankrupt!"

"..."

Upon hearing Kizaki's introduction, Shiraki chuckled.

Kizaki really liked Shiraki's frankness and laughed along with him, asking, "Shiraki-kun, what are you laughing at about him?"

Bai Mucheng almost laughed until he cried, recalling, "An old man named Yexing once told me, 'If you can't afford to pay, don't gamble'—it's such a simple principle, but a lot of idiots don't understand it."

Kizaki slapped his thigh, "Right? Right? My family is also mainly in the gambling business, and there are idiots like this everywhere!"

"..."

The two couldn't stop laughing, causing Yamamoto of the Yanagawa Group to change his expression several times. Finally, he turned red with anxiety and shouted shrilly, "Go! Kill Hanayama Kaoru! His head is worth a million dollars!"

Clearly, these dozen or so members of the Liuchuan group were also driven to a dead end and had no choice but to fight to the death.