Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki Cheng grinned, "Yes, yes, Mr. Oliva is right."

"..."

Seeing that the other party did not speak first, Oliva paused, then changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Shiraki... what are you doing at the exit?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment, "...Want to go out?"

Upon hearing this, Oliva's tone turned serious, and he uttered two words: "Go back."

He stared at Bai Mucheng, "Your wish is about to come true. The arena in the Conflict Zone will be completed soon."

“Tomorrow… no, even tonight, the two of us can settle this once and for all, and your name will be known throughout the city, and soon throughout America.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng's expression did not change much.

He scratched his head in slight distress. "Mr. Oliva, I never made any promises to you, let alone anything like fighting in a ring..."

"go back."

Oliva's tone grew even colder, "Don't even think about leaving here. Go back to your camp!"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng's expression changed again, he grinned, all his previous respect gone, "Biscayne Oliva, you still don't understand."

"A fighting tournament in the inner city? When I heard that last night, I laughed so hard that even my girlfriend next to me was scared!"

"Pfft! Hahaha~~~!"

"A formal competition? A contest to determine the strongest in Rikuni?"

"But in the end, I just wanted to fight 'Olive'."

Tears welled up in Bai Mucheng's eyes as he smiled, wiping them away with his knuckles.

"What I want to challenge is 'Bistak O'Leo,' not some King of the Inner City, King of the Prison, Number One Muscle, etc..."

Shiraki looked at Oliva with a calm expression.

“Mr. Oliva, I have never doubted your abilities.”

"To rule the inner city by himself and become the [King of the Inner City] is a trivial matter that is easy for Oliva."

"Therefore, in my opinion, the so-called 'King of the Inner City' is far weaker than Oliva!"

"I'm not going to fight someone so weak..."

"..."

As Bai Mucheng was speaking, he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing around him.

Looking up, I saw that the sky was gray and then a few small snowflakes began to fall.

"...It's snowing?"

Bai Mucheng opened his palm to catch it, feeling the slight coolness, and continued to laugh: "So, there's no need to go onto the stage at all. I can leave whenever I want."

Oliva raised his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"--that's all."

Shiramu walked up to Oliva and saw that Oliva was blocking the entrance to the passage, so he impatiently patted Oliva's arm with the back of his hand.

"Excuse me, my girlfriend asked me to go to a temple fair in the suburbs with her, and I want to go with her right now."

"..."

Oliva's face darkened slightly, clearly showing some anger. "Bai Mu, get serious."

"I am very serious."

Bai Mucheng waved his hand, continuing to shoo Oliva away with the back of his hand, "Get out of the way, I have to do what I want to do, I don't have time to play 'the battle for the throne' with you."

Oliva's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed. "You...aren't you going to fight me anymore?"

Bai Mucheng said leisurely, "I have no interest in ruling the inner city. You can do that yourself. I have no interest in playing along."

"..."

Oliva fell silent and remained motionless.

But at this moment, the underlings passing by in the distance were all stunned and frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

They couldn't quite hear what Shiraki and Oliva were saying, but one thing was certain.

Oliva is angry again.

That silent rage was so overwhelming that even the snowflakes above Oliva couldn't fall; they melted before even touching Oliva's skin!

Chapter 483 Mandatory Requirements

During his time in the inner city, Oliva's underlings who had come into contact with him gained a more concrete impression of this "Mr. Unchain".

This man, who holds the title of "world's best," is not a short-tempered or easily angered person.

He was even extremely polite.

Even though the underlings in the Tokishita district sometimes made mistakes in their hospitality due to nervousness, such as not being able to buy good wine, Oliva never got angry.

Such traits are also common in many strong individuals.

However, it should be noted that once such a person is provoked, it is difficult for him to calm down, and sooner or later he will explode like a tsunami!

For example, now, faced with Shiraki's repeated provocations, Oliva is angry...

the second time.

"Whether it's ruling the prison or ruling the inner city, it's none of my business. I'd rather not carry that kind of thing around with me."

Bai Mucheng waved his hand to shoo away Oliva, "King of the Prison, didn't you hear what I said? Get out of the way, I'm leaving."

Oliva's expression darkened. "Are you saying that you have the freedom to come and go as you please in front of me?"

"In the end, I've never cared about winning or losing; those things are just decorations."

"What I love is only in the process of everything...!"

"Including fighting."

Bai Mucheng stretched out his right hand, grabbed Oliva's suit collar, and said disdainfully, "Didn't you hear me? I've said it twice already, you're blocking my way, get out of the way!"

"..."

Oliva frowned. "Then I'll say it again—go back and stay there!"

Bai Mucheng's eyelids curved upwards. "Oliba, are you begging me? Begging me to go back and stay? Begging me to fight you in the ring?"

Oliva's facial muscles began to twitch, and he almost forced out the words through clenched teeth, "Stop being stubborn and go back to your camp!"

"I'm not going to fight that kind of battle."

Shiraki squeezed past Oliva, pushed aside the goods blocking his way, and walked directly past Oliva, muttering to himself as he passed through the entrance/exit passage:

“This is my freedom. In comparison—Olive, you don’t even have the freedom to find your ideal opponent in the ring. How boring.”

"..."

With that, Bai Mucheng strode away.

But as soon as he took his first step, he couldn't seem to put his foot down.

Turning around, one could see that it was Oliva's large hand that reached out and grabbed Shiraki Cheng's backpack handle from behind.

He gently pulled "forward," causing Bai Mucheng to stumble backward and instantly return to the entrance of the passage, standing in front of Oliva.

"...!?"

Shiraki could clearly feel that strange force through his shoulder straps, just like a hydraulic press that made it impossible to resist!

He couldn't help but break out in a sweat, his mouth still agape, "What, is the King of the Inner City reluctant to part with me?"

"—I told you, get out of here!"

Bai Mucheng let out a low shout, twisted his waist and hips, pushed off the ground, and swung out his tightly clenched right fist, smashing it hard towards Oliva and hitting him squarely in the face.

Bang~!

With a loud thud, Bai Mucheng's fist sank into Oliva's face, causing his nose and lips to cave in.

But it was clear that Oliva's body remained completely still, holding on only with his strong neck.

"Hmm, good form, that makes the punch very powerful."

Oliva narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping from left to right across Shiramu Cheng's fist.

He commented quietly, "It seems you've been eating well, and the injuries you sustained in the battle with Kebar are almost healed."

"Don't block my way!"

Bai Mucheng let out a low shout and unleashed a barrage of heavy punches, striking Oliva in the face twice with a "bang," causing Oliva's teeth to tear his lip.

Blood stained his lips, but Oliva didn't care at all.

"Is that so? You want to fight me like this..."

Oliva flicked his wrist, his eyes slightly bloodshot. "According to the rules of street fighting, you pick a fight with some random excuse and then just start fighting?"

After delivering two punches, Bai Mucheng shrugged. "Pretty much. Doesn't that fit your gentlemanly aesthetics?"

"..."

Oliva reached out and ripped off his bow tie, tossing it casually on the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm a criminal living in prison and don't know anything about etiquette."

As Shiraki listened, he finally showed some genuine emotion, "You're right, Biscayne Oliva is a prisoner in jail."

"But, Brother Shiraki..."

Oliva changed the subject, spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, "I won't be knocked down by your fists, and I don't intend to fight you here."

"..."