I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 332 Resolving Grudges (2)

Shiraishi E's suggestion to "fight" instantly froze the air in the bar.

Shuichi Akai slowly put down his cocktail glass, the bottom of the glass making a crisp sound as it collided with the bar.

He looked up at Amuro Tooru, a sharp glint flashing in his dark green eyes.

“He’s right.” Shuichi Akai’s voice was deep and calm, his fingers tapping lightly on the bar. “So much time has passed, there’s no point in dwelling on it anymore. Let’s settle this with our fists.”

He tilted his head back and downed the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Amuro Tooru's blond hair stood out even in the dim light. He narrowed his purplish-gray eyes and sneered, "Just what I wanted."

He also knew that trying to persuade Shuichi Akai to confess was wishful thinking.

He wanted to put an end to this feud once and for all!
In addition, he was very confident in his skills, so he agreed to the proposal.

Shuichi Akai unhurriedly unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms: "I won. This matter is over." His voice held an undeniable firmness. "You won. Do with me as you see fit."

Amuro Tooru clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white, and said coldly, "Fine!"

He gave a brief reply, then began to warm up his wrists.

Shiraishi E's eyes gleamed with excitement after her proposal was approved.

He shifted back slightly to make room for the two, then placed some nuts on the table, eating them as he mumbled, "I'll be the referee."

The sound of chewing was exceptionally clear in the quiet bar. "The rules are simple—no guns, whoever goes down first and can't get up loses!"

Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro nodded simultaneously, their eyes meeting in the air as if sparks were about to fly.

"Begin!" As soon as Shiraishi E's voice fell, Akai Shuichi grabbed the wine glass in front of him with lightning speed and threw it at Amuro Toru's face.

The glass traced a sharp arc in the air, splashing the liquid.

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted sharply, and at the critical moment, he raised his hand and precisely caught the wine glass.

Without the slightest hesitation, he used the force to throw the wine glass back, the force so great that the glass made a whistling sound as it flew through the air.

"boom!"

Shuichi Akai shattered the flying glass with a straight punch, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. He then flipped over the bar, whipping out his right leg like a whip, aiming straight for Tooru Amuro's chest.

Amuro Tooru was prepared and crossed his arms to block, but he was still forced back half a step by the force of the kick.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he seized the opportunity to grab Shuichi Akai's ankle, delivering a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw that slammed him hard against a nearby table and chairs.

"Wow--"

The wooden table and chairs shattered under Akai Shuichi's impact. He groaned, but adjusted his posture as he fell, and just as Amuro Tooru lunged at him, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked Amuro hard in the chest with his leather shoe.

"Cough!" Amuro Tooru staggered backward from the kick, knocking over the wine rack behind him. Various expensive wine bottles fell and shattered on the ground, the rich aroma of wine instantly filling the entire space.

The two leaped up almost simultaneously and engaged in combat once again, exchanging blows with each punch landing squarely!
Shuichi Akai's Jeet Kune Do is clean and crisp, with each strike aimed directly at vital points;

Amuro Tooru's freestyle fighting style is flexible and versatile, with smooth transitions between offense and defense.

The dull thuds of fists and feet clashing echoed in the bar, occasionally mixed with the sound of furniture being smashed.

Shiraishi E was already sitting on the perfectly good high chair, a bag of potato chips she'd somehow produced, which she was happily munching on. "Left! Right! Beautiful!" she'd comment from time to time, just like she was watching an exciting boxing match.

After more than thirty rounds, both of them began to move slowly and breathe rapidly, and their physical strength was declining rapidly.

Blood trickled from the corner of Shuichi Akai's mouth, and Tooru Amuro's right eye was swollen. But neither of them showed any sign of admitting defeat; instead, the fighting spirit in their eyes burned even brighter.

Shuichi Akai realized that continuing the fight like this would be pointless, so he changed tactics and grabbed a wooden stool next to him, swinging it at Tooru Amuro's head.

Almost at the same moment, Amuro Tooru, with the same idea in mind, grabbed a bottle and smashed it against Akai Shuichi's temple.

They saw what the other was doing, but both chose the same approach.

Both chose the most ruthless fighting style—neither dodging nor avoiding, but taking the opponent's attack head-on.

Let's see whose head is harder!
"boom!"

"Crash!" The bottle shattered on Shuichi Akai's head, shards of glass mixed with blood splattering everywhere.

Amuro Tooru was hit hard on the head by the wooden stool, and he fell to the ground with a thud like a puppet with its strings cut.

Shuichi Akai stood swaying, blood streaming down his forehead and staining his eyelashes red.

He watched as Amuro Tooru, lying on the ground, struggled to get up, but after two or three attempts, he failed, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

"Finally won." Shuichi Akai trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The taste of nicotine made him a little more awake.

He knew that his victory this time was by luck. If he had a beer bottle next to him and Amuro had a bench next to him, he would probably have been the one to fall down.

"Brilliant!" Shiraishi E clapped and praised repeatedly. He loved seeing this kind of fight where every punch landed, and the two sides were evenly matched.

In particular, both of them were extremely ruthless and showed absolutely no mercy!
He bought a first-aid kit directly from the bandit shop and then threw it to Shuichi Akai.

Shuichi Akai took the first-aid kit and skillfully stopped his own bleeding. His gaze fell on the unconscious Tooru Amuro, his expression complex.

This long-standing feud has finally come to an end today.

Shiraishi E walked over and squatted down to check Amuro Tooru's injuries. Although he was beaten black and blue, there were no external injuries.

"He's fine, don't worry about him." Shuichi Akai exhaled a smoke ring, turned and walked to the bar, rummaged around, and when he found no intact bottles of liquor, he simply took Shiraishi E's bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

The burning sensation of alcohol in my throat seemed to offer some relief.

Shiraishi E rose and deftly vaulted over the messy bar counter, her leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped on the shards of glass scattered on the floor.

He tried to find a few lucky bottles amidst the mess.

However, the two men fought so fiercely that all the wine in the cabinet was ruined; not a single bottle remained intact.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to play a trick and bought two bottles of wine from the bandit mall.

“You’re in luck; you still have two intact bottles of wine.” Shiraishi E pretended to pick up two bottles of wine from the ground, then took two glasses and started pouring.

Shuichi Akai looked at the two bottles of liquor, one a rye whiskey and the other a bourbon, and his eyes flickered for a moment.

Although he admires science, but... out of so much wine, only these two bottles are left. Is God trying to tell us something?
He silently accepted a glass of bourbon, took a sip, and left faint bloodstains on the glass from the abrasions on his knuckles.

A few minutes later, Amuro Tooru awoke from his unconsciousness, his blond hair disheveled and plastered to his sweat-dampened forehead, his purplish-gray eyes still slightly dazed.

He struggled to sit up, walked to the bar, and sat down next to Hideki Akai. His arm was visibly trembling as he picked up the glass of rye whiskey.

In the end, he still took a sip.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat, Amuro Tooru's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes squinted as if stimulated by the alcohol.

After taking a sip, his trembling arm finally calmed down, as if he had just drunk some kind of miraculous medicine.

"Cough." Amuro Tooru put down his empty glass, then suddenly reached out: "A cigarette."

Shuichi Akai glanced at him without saying a word, but slowly took out a half-empty cigarette case and a silver lighter from the inside pocket of his trench coat and slid them down the bar.

The metal lighter left a thin mark on the wooden tabletop before finally coming to a steady stop in front of Amuro Tooru.

Amuro Tooru flicked out a cigarette and put it between his lips. The lighter's gears clicked, and the flickering flame reflected the purple corners of his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and smoke slowly escaped from his nostrils, as if he were exhaling the pent-up frustration in his chest.

Shiraishi E observed the two with great interest; both were stubbornly aloof, and neither was willing to speak up and break the atmosphere.

He temporarily stepped in as a bartender, mixing bourbon and rye whiskey as he said, "Alright, the fight's over... let's get down to business, shall we?"

He didn't think Shuichi Akai would specifically ask him to come and watch the show.

After taking a drag of his cigarette, Shuichi Akai slowly said, "I've investigated the laboratory on the outskirts of Tokyo."

(End of this chapter)