Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

Oliva quite liked the teapot, so he looked up at Bai Mucheng and asked, "Brother, are you trying to provoke me?"

"provocative……?"

Shiraki used his shoe to move the shards around. "Would the [Unbound Ones] consider this a provocation?"

"Just a moment ago, you said we were good friends. Shouldn't you be concerned about whether I got scratched?"

"Or is it that a fighter accidentally breaks a teapot in everyday life—something you find strange?"

"..."

A barrage of questions left Oliva stunned.

No one knew what he was thinking. In any case, after a suffocating silence, Oliva gritted his teeth and pursed his lips.

"Whatever happens, happens."

Oliva frowned slightly, staring intently at Shiramu Cheng. "In short, Brother Shiramu, are you really going to challenge me? Don't you even have a shred of fear?"

Unexpectedly, Bai Mucheng shook his head and recalled with a smile.

"More than just a little? I still clearly remember the first time we met, you punched a terrorist in the chest and crushed it."

"This level of superhuman strength would be fatal with a single hit, it makes me tremble with fear..."

Bai Mucheng changed the subject, his tone becoming calm.

"But there's nothing we can do about it. After all, if you want to face power and your freedom, you absolutely cannot avoid this fear."

"..."

"Mmm~~~~"

Oliva put down his cigar and poured himself another glass of wine. "I'm not a martial artist, but I've heard a saying circulating in the martial arts world—"

"No martial artist would fight a fight they can't win."

"From this perspective, martial arts is a cautious profession."

Oliva squinted at Shiramu Cheng, "So I want to know, little brother—where do you think your chances of winning lie?"

"..."

Shiraki met the other person's gaze. "Mr. Oliva, is it really necessary to make this clear?"

Oliva was taken aback.

Shiraki Seiryu crossed his legs, propped his chin on his hand, and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"From the moment we met, I noticed that Mr. Oliva seemed to have misunderstood something today."

"That's probably what you're thinking—"

"My good friend, Brother Shiraki, is no match for me in height or weight, and the difference in muscle mass is huge, but he's driven by the atmosphere to challenge me."

“He’s so pitiful, so sympathetic. I can’t hit him with all my might.”

"—But no, that's not how it is."

Bai Mucheng grasped his five fingers and brushed off the fine fuzz on them.

"That's just your condescending speculation, your unfounded and hasty conclusion."

"And in my opinion, the one who is desperately searching for 'chances of winning' is you—Mr. Biscat Oliva."

Oliva paused, finding it somewhat laughable. "Me? You're saying I'm looking for 'chances of winning'??"

"Yes."

Shiraki grinned and gestured to the bookshelf in the room.

"There are about fifteen books in a row, and more than a hundred in total—these books are neatly arranged in your temporary room."

"..."

"Yes, it's my hobby, is there a problem?"

Oliva raised an eyebrow. “I have a library-sized collection of books in prison, which is a tiny fraction of what you have here.”

“But, Mr. Oliva—”

Bai Mucheng estimated, "How many days have we been in Licheng? About a month, I guess."

"In just over thirty days, even if you finish one book a day, you can only read about thirty books, which is less than half of a hundred books."

"Moreover, if we exclude the time spent fighting, there will be even fewer books that can be read."

“A person as arrogant as you would never be prepared for a ‘long-term battle,’ yet you still fill this bookshelf to the brim.”

"—Too much."

Bai Mucheng raised his eyebrows. "This detail of having an excessive collection of books reveals your unease and is proof that you are desperately searching for a 'chance of victory'."

"What are you talking about, bro...?"

Oliva's lips curled up, and he said with a playful smile, "Can't I keep a few copies and take them back to prison to enjoy them later?"

“To treasure something – that is, to ‘accumulate’.”

Shiraki corrected, "Of course, it's best to have everything you need, but 'accumulation' itself is easy to overdo, and it's a difficult behavior to do in moderation."

"To be able to live in a villa in this lawless place of the inner city, leisurely drinking and reading books—that is indeed a very free thing."

"But if you prepare too many rooms, buy too much wine, and have too many books to read, then this behavior becomes very heavy."

"In other words, it will, in turn, deprive you of your freedom."

Bai Mucheng grabbed a bottle of water and drank it.

"At first, an abundance of material things does indeed highlight freedom, but once there is an excess, the nature of things will change at some point."

"It's like playing an adventure video game. New players often carry a lot of potions in their backpacks because they're worried they won't have enough later."

"Drinking one bottle wouldn't be a problem, but accumulating excessive amounts is something you can't do."

"—It's almost like being deprived of freedom in reverse."

At this point, Shiraki Cheng grinned.

"【The freest man on earth】Biscayne Oliva—"

"What you do must be in line with your status. Even if you live a life of unparalleled luxury every day, you will still get used to it by following the rules."

"So, what exactly makes you different from those 'gaming newbies'?"

Bai Mucheng wiped away the tears of laughter, "What kind of situation is this? I really don't feel free!"

"..."

As Oliva listened to Shiramu Cheng's words, he slowly lowered his head and remained silent.

But it was obvious that several veins were bulging on his forehead, as if he were pulling the surrounding space into the seabed, making it feel frighteningly oppressive.

"~~~~!!!"

The underlings outside were trembling and dared not utter a sound.

Oliva is furious!

Chapter 479 Beyond Love

It's...reversed?!

That's what the neighborhood thugs who were eavesdropping thought.

Faced with Oliva's exaggerated arrogance, Shiraki Cheng, who should have been furious, actually provoked Oliva instead!

"Brother Bai Mu."

Oliva lowered his head slightly, his face appearing unusually gloomy. "You deliberately provoked me, are you trying to put yourself on equal footing with me...?"

His appearance was incredibly intimidating, as if a fight was about to break out immediately.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bai Mucheng let out a low shout.

"Stop looking down on people!"

"First, drink your fill of wine, finish reading your books, enjoy all the cigars and tea, and even sit on the sofa until your butt goes numb—don't run away from it!"

~~~~~~~~! ?

Upon hearing this, even the eavesdropping underlings were so frightened they nearly ran away, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire of the enraged Oliva.

What exactly did that Fighting Spirit Shiramu Cheng say to Mr. Unchain?

Don't run away?

Is there really anyone in this world who could live to say those words to Oliva?!

"..."

As expected, Oliva froze on the spot, veins bulging on his neck and face, as if he was so angry that he forgot to even make an expression.

His thick muscles, hidden beneath a thin shirt, seemed to radiate heat, even raising the temperature inside the villa and making people sweat.

—I broke out in a cold sweat!

Even Shiraki Cheng, who had anticipated this, was no exception; his shoes were already firmly planted on the carpet beneath his feet, ready to leap at any moment.

But after hesitating for a long time, Oliva finally murmured, "I see, that makes sense..."

"I've only read half of my book yet, so I'm preparing too much."

Oliva laughed heartily, the bulging veins subsided, and his "good big brother" smile returned.

"Wouldn't that be considered greed?"

“When I see a few interesting books, I want to take them all home at once, but they end up becoming a burden – you’re absolutely right.”

"..."