Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

The mercenaries froze, not daring to move, as they stared at Miyamoto Musashi wielding two swords, one large and one small.

Relying on numbers, deadly firearms, and even the malice to take lives—why is the result still the same?

Corpses lay strewn everywhere...

The criminal organization's coalition has suffered very serious casualties, with nearly a hundred dead or wounded, most of whom were cadres or captains.

But the enemy was completely unharmed!

Shiraki Sho, who uses "fighting techniques," and Miyamoto Musashi, who uses "Niten Ichi-ryu"...

Some people even noticed that they never saw the two people "at the same time" from beginning to end, and they couldn't even gang up on them!

Where is Bai Mucheng?

There's no room left for curiosity.

Because Miyamoto Musashi had already lowered his twin swords and assumed a "stance"!

—That's me!

The frequently appearing "portrait" overlapped with the real "Miyamoto Musashi," convincing the mercenaries that he was the real person!

"..."

"Don't move."

Musashi suddenly spoke, calmly saying, "If anyone dares to move, I'll chop off that person's head—or someone else's."

The surrounding area was deathly silent; people seemed to wish they could stop breathing.

At this moment, no one dares to doubt Miyamoto Musashi's "words".

"So……"

Musashi stepped forward, randomly picked a nearby mercenary, and suddenly approached, asking, "Who is your 'leader'?"

The man shook his head frantically, almost leaving an afterimage.

Are you kidding me...?!

After all, everyone witnessed firsthand the horrific scene where anyone who dared to speak out would be "cut in two"!

"..."

Musashi looked around and, seeing that no one dared to speak, and remembering that there seemed to be some skilled fighters on the high platform, decided to press for answers.

Just then, Bai Mucheng's voice came from afar.

"Don't make things difficult for them."

Shiraki walked over, but not alone. He was with his friends on the platform, including Yoru, Baku, Akagi Shigeru, and others.

Clearly, while Musashi was wreaking havoc, Shiraki had already gone to the high platform.

"Oh, Shiraki..."

Musashi stared wide-eyed.

Bai Mucheng scratched his head and tried to explain, "While we were fighting, that bet finally came to an end."

“IDEAL’s leader, Vincent Laro, and TEPCO Chairman Katsumasa Hayami both lost their lives.”

"—It's over just like that."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi was somewhat puzzled. "Hmm? Gambling with your life...?"

Bai Mucheng nodded helplessly, "If you can't afford the price, don't gamble!"

Musashi smiled faintly, "Indeed, it's a very simple worldly truth."

As he laughed, Musashi's expression turned somewhat helpless. He glanced around at the mercenaries, making them feel uneasy.

"So, there's no longer a leader?"

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it..."

Musashi shouted in a deep voice:

"That's enough!"

"The ringleader has been executed! All of you, surrender now! Await arrest by the officers; anyone who makes a move will be executed!!"

Upon hearing this, even those internationally wanted criminals who had committed numerous crimes lost all desire to flee.

All they could think about was doing it as quickly as possible.

swoosh...

click!

Musashi sheathed his sword, gently patted his waist, and squinted his eyes, seemingly still savoring the moment.

……

……

Wu Fengshui had already sent a message to Bai Mucheng, saying that the Metropolitan Police Department had arrived and was ready to break in and provide support at any time.

Shiraki reminded his friends.

Therefore, the gambling syndicates and the gamblers participating in the notary gambling games all slipped away through the back door to avoid running into the Metropolitan Police Department.

"..."

Musashi watched this scene thoughtfully and asked Shiraki, "After killing the bandit leader, why did you flee?"

Unable to give an answer, Bai Mucheng could only laugh and say, "Neither of us needs to."

Having said that—

The two walked together and retraced their steps. As they exited the building through the main entrance, they ran into the Metropolitan Police Department team that had just stormed into the factory.

This is a special mobile team jointly formed by the Secret Burial Division and Wu Yizu police officers, including many combat experts.

Even they couldn't help but shudder after smelling the blood coming from inside the building.

The lingering murderous intent was abnormally strong!

What kind of fierce battle was it...?

After Shiraki gave a brief explanation of the situation, stating that the mercenaries inside the building had all surrendered, the Metropolitan Police Department officers immediately began their operation.

"Hurry, hurry, keep up!"

"Everyone, perk up!"

"Investigate layer by layer and complete the arrests as soon as possible!"

"..."

As for how to arrest the criminals, that's not something Shiraki needs to worry about; that's naturally handled by professionals.

The head of the secret burial section, known as "True Pot Craftsman," stood at the door, holding a walkie-talkie, in charge of command and dispatch.

Wu Fengshui stepped forward and handed Bai Mucheng a towel to wipe away the blood.

Afterwards, Mr. Wu Huili also approached to learn about the details of the battle.

Even the "torturer" Mutba Jizanga, having nothing better to do, went over there, introduced by Grandpa Wu Huili.

"Brother Bai Mu, this is my business card."

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng added another item to his collection and also gave Mutaba a business card for the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

……

On the other side—

Miyamoto Musashi stood alone in place, his tiger-like eyes wide open, silently observing his surroundings.

His gaze swept over Shiraki and the others, then turned to "Makoto," who was leading the mobile unit, noticing his expression, which was sometimes frowning and sometimes distressed.

The fighting inside the building seemed to be so fierce that the police officers could not describe it; it reached a terrifying level.

"Well……"

Musashi paused, a strange emotion rising within him.

He looked at Tokugawa Mitsunari, the old man beside him.

Tokugawa.

"Ok?"

Tokugawa was taken aback and quickly replied, "What's wrong? Are you injured?"

"Hmph, you underestimate me too much."

Musashi smiled helplessly, shook his head casually, and turned his gaze to the group of busy police officers.

"Those officials, though trying their best to conceal it, could not suppress their fear, but they did not seem to be people who had never been killed."

"Moreover, the person who killed the bandit leader also secretly slipped away..."

Musashi murmured, wanting to ask Tokugawa something, but ultimately pursed his lips and murmured a sigh instead:

"Is the 'battle' of this era no longer a matter of honor and fairness?"

"Even if you do such a righteous act, you won't get any recognition..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After a pause, Tokugawa said in a low voice, "The bathwater is ready, and you're covered in blood, so come back with me."

Musashi didn't hesitate, and nodded with a faint smile, "...Okay!"

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