Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds: Duelists Beyond Light

Chapter 42 Speed ​​42 The Fallen Champion

"hiss----------------"

The hot muzzle of the gun seemed to ignite something, and then the smell of cigarettes and sparks appeared in the corridor.

"despair……"

"despair……"

"despair……"

In the darkness, the sounds of crutches and footsteps were heard alternately. The big man clenched his teeth tightly and dared not shout anymore.

Under the dim light, the mysterious man who had been hiding in the dark finally revealed his face. He was not young, probably between fifty and sixty years old. The scar-like wrinkles and gray stubble hinted at the man's complicated past. He was wearing a black suit and walked slowly towards them with an iron rod in his hand.

The man inserted the muzzle of the gun into the iron rod in his hand, and actually assembled it into a crutch that was difficult to see any flaws. He poked the end of the crutch into the gunshot wound of the big man. The scream was suppressed again by the sinister and cruel words as soon as it sounded.

"Were you questioning me just now? Scum... cough cough cough!"

The big man, covered in cold sweat, fell to the ground and squeezed out a few words with chattering teeth: "You... you're still alive?! You, you're the thief Keith... Aa ...

He had only said half of his words when the crutch had already pierced the bleeding wound. Fistfuls of banknotes fell from his hands, but he didn't dare to pick them up. He could only lie on the ground and struggle to breathe like a dying stray dog.

"Thief... I'm a little unfamiliar with this name~ Haha!" The vicissitudes of life and ruthless middle-aged man sneered.

"All right, Mr. Keith, get this guy out of here." After watching the show indifferently, the fat man said calmly, "Don't let this bastard waste your time."

Keith Howard curled his lips and raised his crutches.

The man shot in the leg used all his strength to climb up against the wall, without even picking up the money on the ground, and staggered away...

"Thief Keith" is Keith Howard, the U.S. Champion from the early days of the Yugi Muto era.

Because winning prize money from competitions was as easy as taking candy from a sack, he was given the nickname "thief". However, due to various reasons, he later fell from a famous top player to an underground duelist. After two huge setbacks, he hid his identity and only mingled in underground places.

Keith Howard's peak was at the age of twenty-nine, and his decline was at the age of thirty.

When he was 41 years old, a famous terrorist disaster occurred in Tongshiye City - the Zero Point Reversal Incident, but because he happened to be out hiding from debt at the time, he luckily avoided the disaster.

Later, when he returned to Tongshiye City, most of his creditors were dead. There was no need to escape anymore, so he simply stayed in the satellite area and continued to make a living by fighting underground...

Keith Howard adjusted the brim of his dark hat and looked at his employer with cloudy eyes. "Tell me, what do you want this time? You should be familiar with my appearance fee and habits, right?"

The astute fat man was of course well aware that this fallen underground duelist now only cared about money. His appearance fee was only slightly lower than that of the satellite zone's king, Jack Atlas. However, he never used Synchro Monsters or engaged in high-speed duels. He only fought in the way he was most accustomed to and familiar with.

"As for the bounty, you can rest assured." The fat man laughed, "As long as you can defeat your opponent in the final, that will be enough."

Keith Howard sneered, "Appearing only in the finals isn't in line with your rules, is it?"

The fat man smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything has been arranged."

Keith Howard raised the corner of his mouth, took out a square wine flask from his arms, and poured it into his mouth. After swallowing a big mouthful of wine, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said indifferently: "In that case, I'll leave. Cough cough cough...Thursday, right?" "Yes, Thursday." The fat man repeated.

Keith Howard nodded, slowly walked away with his cane in one hand, and continued to drink the wine in his hand.

After the guy disappeared at the end of the corridor, the fat man glanced at the blood-stained banknotes on the ground, sneered, and returned to his old position piled with copper...

The next day, afternoon.

On this day, You Qing got up very early and got up before three o'clock.

For someone like him who had been out at night for a long time, this was indeed a very rare early rise.

After a quick wash, he got on the D-wheel bike that belonged to him and headed towards the pre-arranged red-eye street.

After what happened with the Black Gold Team last time, You Qing actually didn't want to have anything to do with some underground gangs, but no matter the subsequent outcome of the matter or for the purpose of upgrading the D round, he finally decided to keep the appointment.

“Chi——————————————————”

The sound of brakes stopped in front of a red-eyes black dragon statue. Although it was made of scrap car parts, it was lifelike and even more exquisite than the white dragon in the black market at the dock.

"Hey! You Qing!!" Akagi Ryomi, who was debugging the D-wheel, walked out of the garage and waved with a smile. "First time here, right? This whole street is related to Red-Eyes Black Dragon. It's a tribute to the legendary duelist, Jonouchi Katsuya."

You Qing also greeted in response.

Akagi Ryoshi walked to the gate of the car factory. Seeing this, several Wildfire Team members who were repairing cars inside came out and began to inspect Youqing's D round.

"We, the Wildfire Team, will definitely take care of any trouble they're in," Chiyan Lingshi said with some pride. "This time, I'll help you upgrade your D-wheeler. Your current one is practically falling apart."

Because of their first encounter, You Qing didn't have a very good impression of this guy, but after a few contacts, he found that he was actually a decent man with some credibility, at least different from Tis Creed's gang of scoundrels.

Several data cables were pulled over and connected to Youqing's D round.

Apparently, knowing that Youqing didn't quite understand the structure and system of the D-wheel, Akagi Ryoshi took advantage of his subordinates' inspection to start explaining:
"While the D-wheel looks like a motorbike-like driving device, the biggest factor affecting its speed is actually the chip inside."

"Using some boosting equipment can indeed improve the performance of the D wheel in certain situations."

"But their combined effect is definitely not as significant as that one chip."

As he was speaking, the data of Youqing's D round had been imported into the computer.

Akagi Ryoshi glanced at the panel and skillfully opened the hood. A circle of dust rose up. He first waved his hand in front of his mouth and nose, then took the car repair gloves beside him and gently wiped off the dust on the motherboard.

In the bright sunlight, a faint metallic luster shines from the small chip.

Youqing can see its information and production date through the computer.

This is an old chip that has been eliminated for several versions.

(End of this chapter)