Super Fighting Tokyo.

"...Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng did not answer directly, but instead yawned leisurely, "Whether I want to go or not, it's my freedom."

"..."

The younger brother was puzzled and was about to ask when he suddenly felt a shadow descend upon him and envelop him.

Turning around, I was astonished to see it was none other than the Unbound One, Oliva!

It's not good to talk about someone behind their back, so the younger brother left feeling guilty. Wu Fengshui also waved goodbye, leaving only the towel he used to wipe his sweat.

"..."

Compared to the sweat-drenched Shiramu Seung, Oliva's attire was quite exquisite, his suit elegant and proper, without a speck of dirt.

"You're practicing...?"

Oliva looked around and chuckled, "What a run-down place."

"It may be rude to say this, but it is the truth. Even your Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall is far inferior to my training ground."

Oliva then changed the subject, "But I'm different—"

"My private training ground even has a helicopter!"

"No matter how much you proclaim your freedom, or how you judge what I possess, this is the simple reality."

Oliva raised his eyebrows.

"Not only the training facilities, but also my living conditions are top-notch luxury on a global scale."

"Fine meals, wine, cigars... even sleeping in a king-size bed."

"Let me treat you to a meal sometime, so you can really appreciate the difference in our circumstances."

At this point, Oliva also refuted what Shiraki Cheng had said yesterday.

“You said yesterday that my stuff was ‘excessive,’ but the truth is quite the opposite.”

"It is precisely because my capacity is large enough that what you consider 'excessive' is just right for me."

"Perhaps you can't understand with your limited perspective, but my freedom deserves those..."

After speaking, Oliva looked at Bai Mucheng quietly, his expression confident and satisfied, feeling that everything was impeccable.

"..."

But after much deliberation, Bai Mucheng suddenly realized something and remembered it.

"Ah... oh right, we did discuss these things yesterday."

“But, Oliva…”

Bai Mucheng patted his thigh, his eyelids curving upwards as he grinned.

"I think the reason you're still agonizing over this issue today is actually to mask your inner unease."

Chapter 481 Opening the Bottle of Fine Wine

"puff……!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Bai Mucheng slapped his thigh, his hair still damp, and grinned as he laughed heartily, not stopping for a long time.

Seeing this, the flower seller, who was secretly observing from a distance, couldn't help but swallow hard.

"After defeating [Second Master], he's now provoking [The Unbound], is he really going to take on both generations of Unchains..."

Wu Fengshui casually popped his head out from the side and corrected, "These two are warming up."

The younger brother was puzzled. "Warm-up?"

Wu Fengshui nodded, his black-and-white eyes looking over, "After all, we just finished a commission, and we need time to get back to our daily routines."

"daily……?"

The younger brother was even more dumbfounded, "How can clashing with that Biscat Oliva be considered a daily occurrence??"

"That's not right."

Wu Fengshui corrected again, "For Bai Muqin, returning to normal life is just right."

……

……

As the two were talking, Oliva was also stunned by what Shiraki said.

Those eyes were wide open, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether they were angry or stunned, but in any case, they had a very bad expression.

Oliva curled his lip. "After all that nonsense, if you're really free, why don't you just attack?"

Shiraki Cheng, however, seemed even happier and no longer addressed him as "brother" or "sir".

“Olive, you are like an unopened bottle of wine. The container and the color are perfect, but you can’t taste the flavor.”

"Think about it carefully. Even if you open the bottle, what's the loss? The wine will be drunk anyway."

"To truly appreciate your power, you must not be impatient. You must thoroughly pull out your 'cork,' leaving not a single residue..."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng suddenly brought it up, as if he were chatting about everyday things.

"Just now, my girlfriend invited me and my friends to a winter temple fair in the suburbs."

What kind of entertainment activities will there be over there?

"Will there be ring toss or balloon popping games? And ball throwing too, I'm really looking forward to it..."

"But, Oliva can't do that kind of thing."

Shiraki Cheng smiled and looked at Oliva.

"It sounds strange to say this—although anyone can play those kinds of entertainment as long as they pay the boss, just imagine it..."

"Imagine how strange that scene would be!"

"It's just a small matter, but Mr. Unchain Bisket Oliva absolutely couldn't do it!"

Shiramu Cheng stood up and walked to the sandbag he had practiced with before.

With a fixed gaze, he unleashed three consecutive punches, one from each side—

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang!

The final blow was extremely heavy, even shattering the tattered sandbag, causing the sparse filling to scatter and be blown away by the cold wind.

Without turning his head, Shiraki smiled at Oliva:

"If you can't even muster the strength to play the game of ring toss, what right do you have to talk about being the strongest?"

How weak! How unfree!

"..."

Shiraki's words silenced Oliva.

This man with the world's most muscular physique neither flew into a rage and attacked, nor did he utter any further sarcastic remarks.

In particular, he abandoned the rebuttal he had been pondering all night, listening to Maria's breathing.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Without saying a word, Oliva turned and left, leaving behind a heavy, yet described by Bai Mucheng as "extremely weak."

"..."

Only when Oliva was completely out of sight did Wu Fengshui and his underlings, who were afraid of causing trouble, dare to step forward.

Wu Fengshui was fine, but his younger brother was really frightened. He didn't even know what to say for a moment, and stood frozen in place, looking around.

It was Bai Mucheng who spoke up, breaking the silence, and looked in the direction Oliva had left, "Haha, he's angry."

Brother: "..."

Younger brother: "That's exactly what I meant!"

His eyebrows and mouth drooped down, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, grumbling a few times before realizing he was drenched in sweat.

……

……

At noon that day, Oliva summoned a few people, about seven or eight, from his camp in the Ten Ghost Snake district.

The first one was the original leader of the Tokishita district, and the others were gang leaders from the "underground district".

They were all no benevolent people, and their subordinates were numerous powerful figures, but they had no choice but to submit to the orders of the "Unbound One," Oliva.

"Mr. Oliva, what is the purpose of your summons?"

The neighborhood boss was a little nervous, not even daring to smoke. "Is it because of your upcoming battle with [Fighting Spirit]?"

"Oh……"

Oliva sat on the sofa, legs crossed, and asked, "Why would you say that?"

The neighborhood boss paused, then said, "Because, you and he only have this one reason left to stay in the inner city!"

After saying that, the neighborhood boss chuckled and scratched his head, "Besides, everyone says that Shiraki Cheng, who defeated the 'second generation,' should of course have a go at the 'first generation.'"

"Humph."

Oliva lit a cigar for himself. "So, what do you think I called you here for?"

Another gang leader speculated, "Is it telling us not to bother you... or something like that?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Oliva's expression immediately turned amused. "Are you saying that you have the ability to interfere with my battle, is that right?"