Super Fighting Tokyo.

It has air conditioning!

Even in late autumn, a season when ordinary households don't need to turn on the air conditioning, the villa still keeps the air conditioning on to maintain a cool and fresh indoor environment.

"Oh dear, this is really..."

With his hands in his pockets, Bai Mucheng looked helpless at the sight before him. "Is this what Brother Oliva likes?"

"..."

Keep moving forward.

After turning down a corridor, there is a reception room at the end, with the door closed, which looks like it was recently installed.

Shiraki stepped on the carpet, but his footsteps still seemed to give away the sound.

Oliva's voice came from behind the door, relaxed and at ease.

"Brother Bai Mu, please come in."

As Shiraki pushed open the door, he immediately saw Oliva standing up to greet him.

He was still wearing his favorite black trousers, paired with a high-end paisley-patterned t-shirt, his muscles exaggerated to the extreme.

In this reception room, everything is complete, including screens, sofas, carpets, wine cabinets, and tea tables.

There was even a bookshelf filled with books!

There's an open book on the tea table; someone's reading it...?

"..."

Oliva noticed Shiraki's expression and was quite satisfied, his smile widening even more.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?"

"—Although we are not that far apart, the same principle applies."

Oliva made a self-deprecating remark, put the bookmark in the book he had opened, gently placed it back on the bookshelf, and then plopped down on the sofa.

Pfft!

The large single sofa swayed back and forth like a plastic chair from a roadside stall, thanks to Oliva's weight.

"Anyway, please have a seat."

Oliva gestured, and Shiraki then sat down opposite him.

The drinks for the guests were already prepared, and Oliva introduced with a smile, "I got my hands on some excellent cognac on the black market, would you like a glass?"

"Or would you like some convenience store beer?"

Oliva raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It's an inexpensive Japanese brand; trying it once in a while can be quite enjoyable. Or would you like some tea?"

"..."

As Oliva continued his endless introduction, Bai Mucheng couldn't help but interrupt, "Brother Oliva, you seem unusually enthusiastic today."

To everyone's surprise, Oliva suddenly said, "Because I'm scared!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "...Huh?"

He was genuinely stunned by Oliva's words, his head filled with questions. "Wait... Brother Oliva, what do you mean?"

"Because of~~~~"

Oliva looked aggrieved, even on the verge of tears. "Brother Baimu, you said yesterday that you were going to take a walk in the inner city, but you only came here today."

"I'm so heartbroken! I wasted a bottle of wine yesterday, and I was so worried you'd stand me up again today that I couldn't sleep all night!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "...Huh?"

Now it was Bai Mucheng's turn to feel embarrassed. He scratched his head awkwardly, "Because I suddenly wanted to go shopping with my girlfriend, I had to stop our walk..."

Haha~~!

Oliva leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and grinned with a smug look on his face. "Brother Bai Mu, you're too kind!"

As he spoke, Oliva cut open a cigar, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a match with a "hiss".

He smoked a cigar while looking at Shiramu Cheng.

"I originally thought I could easily crush Licheng—this city that is known as the 'freest city on earth'—but I never expected to encounter so many things."

"so what……"

“Brother Bai Mu, you want to take a walk on my turf to ‘face’ my freedom—that’s what you’re planning, isn’t it?”

"..."

Bai Mucheng lowered his eyes and nodded, saying, "That's exactly how it is."

But faced with this straightforward answer, Oliva was neither angry nor annoyed; in fact, he seemed to "understand" it and let out a series of low laughs.

"Hehehe, I understand..."

Oliva spoke up, teasingly saying, "Brother Shiraki, things have gotten so out of hand, you're in a bind now, aren't you?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "...What?"

He was stunned again, never expecting Oliva to say such a thing. "What do you mean by 'losing face'? Who?"

Oliva looked at Shiramu Cheng with a relaxed expression, as if he knew everything.

"I understand."

"After defeating Kebar, you were cheered by everyone—now you have no choice but to challenge me, there's no turning back."

"Even if I don't want to fight, I can't. Even if I want to leave the inner city, I can't."

"That's the downside of showing off!"

"So, whether it was intentional or not, you didn't come to see me directly yesterday. Instead, you went around the inner city and left me here until the very end."

"This behavior is as if they don't want to come to me."

"Hehe, but don't worry, Brother Shiraki..."

Oliva blinked, giving off a "we're good buddies" vibe, and declared with a smile, "—I'm not fighting with you!"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng's expression remained unchanged, waiting for Oliva to continue.

Oliva smiled and added, "In that case, our duel is off, so you can rest assured and accept my help!"

"Even if you don't fight me, no one will say anything about you."

The reason is simple—

"I."

Oliva gently patted his muscular chest with his large, thick hands.

"Because you're going to have me as your opponent, even if you don't want to fight anymore, no one in this world will speak ill of you."

"Because of—me."

"..."

……

After all, it's a newly renovated villa, so there are still many drafty areas and the sound insulation is quite poor.

Therefore, the underlings in the inner city who were eavesdropping in the corner heard everything Oliva said clearly, and could even see his expression.

It exudes kindness, straightforwardness, sunshine, and friendship!

They realized one thing—

Oliva's words were not provocative or sarcastic, nor did they contain any malice, because that was truly what he thought!

Chapter 478 Excessive Freedom

Tokita Street, Central Camp.

Luxury villas.

The neighborhood thugs who were eavesdropping hunched over, crouching against the wall, barely daring to breathe, their bodies drenched in cold sweat from the tension.

The fight between Keibar and Shiraki is still shocking to this day.

But that Oliva—the dignified Mr. Unchain—said to Shiramu Cheng with utmost sincerity, "Don't worry, I won't fight you."

This isn't mockery; it's the ultimate arrogance of one of the world's strongest!

"..."

Seeing that Bai Mucheng remained silent, Oliva said casually, "Don't be so polite, it's only right and proper, because we're friends!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

He leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the fuzz on the armrest, his eyelids drooping.

Although no one made a sound, the eavesdropping underlings could clearly feel that the air in the entire villa had become much thicker, and that Bai Mucheng's mood had worsened along with it.

...[Fighting Spirit] must be angry, right?

"Haha~!"

Oliva didn't seem to care and nodded to himself, "That's true, you can't admit to something like that yourself, so let's just do it this way."

Having said that, Oliva intended to see the guest out.

But at this moment, Shiramu Cheng picked up the teapot on the tea table and started playing with it—it was a rare item that the neighborhood lad had specially found for Oliva.

While playing, my finger suddenly slipped, and the teapot fell and hit the hard corner of the table, shattering into pieces with a crash.