Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 151 Hell Motorcycle Guy

Six months ago, at a seaside location on the Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway (short for the Metropolitan Ring Expressway).

"So, does this mean the end of your enjoyable trip?"

A tall, dark-skinned man rode on an extravagantly designed cruiser, gazing ahead at a masked rider on a crimson 'iron horse'.

"Hmm..." A deep response came from beneath the helmet, which resembled that of an ancient military general.

"Commander Red, who is bloodless, tearless, fearless, and invincible, isn't he taking off his helmet at a time like this? Surely he's not crying?" the dark-skinned man asked sarcastically.

"Heh." The man called Red chuckled softly, not answering the question, but instead extending the invitation on his own.

"Aibou, run one more lap with me."

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned man was taken aback for a moment, then let out a cheerful whistle.

"Whoosh~ I couldn't have asked for this!"

Even today, Yujian vaguely remembers the rough feeling of the sea breeze blowing in his face back then.

It's been a while since I've seen him, how come that guy...

In my memory, Takagi Takashi was a tall, dark-skinned mixed-race man. He was said to have one-quarter Samoan ancestry, so he grew to 1.95 meters tall right after graduating from high school, and his skin was much darker than the average person, presenting a very healthy bronze color.

The two first met at an underground race on the Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway Rinkai Line. After eliminating more than a dozen people, they began to compete for the final championship title. However, Takashi's motorcycle unexpectedly broke down, and at the critical moment, Mitsurugi came to his aid.

The two became friends, a classic example of how a misunderstanding can lead to a friendship, and later they formed a partnership.

Furthermore, the other party was one of the few people who knew his true identity. The guy's expression when he learned he was still a middle school student was absolutely priceless.

"So, what happened?"

Yu Jian's expression was calm, and the effects of the Asura Dream were clearly visible. The surrounding air seemed to be tangible, and even the corridor lights dimmed slightly.

Of the people in front of him, Yu Jian only recognized a few; many were probably new members who had joined later. But at this moment, both new and old members were trembling with fear, even their breathing unconsciously becoming softer.

"It's a monster." Finally, someone squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

The man speaking wore gold-rimmed glasses and an expensive suit, appearing refined and scholarly like a financial industry elite. However, aside from his suit, he was also wearing a full set of motorcycle protective gear, including elbow and knee pads, suggesting he had rushed over for a race right after work.

Yu Jian's eyes flashed like lightning, and he immediately recognized the other party's identity.

"Yonghui, you speak."

The man whose name was called stepped out of the crowd, habitually pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses. His expression looked particularly solemn, which made Yu Jian frown.

In my memory, the middle-aged office worker named Fujimine Yuki was polite and well-mannered during the day, but after work, he seemed to switch personalities, always roaring when he spoke, and would occasionally burst into wild laughter, looking exactly like a madman.

Considering the immense pressure faced by modern office workers, those in finance are even more prone to mental health issues.

So, when even these semi-madmen become normal...

That's probably a really big deal.

"We encountered a monster, or maybe a madman."

As he spoke, Fujimine Yuuki felt his heart pounding wildly. He swallowed hard, inwardly cursing: What kind of hellish training did Redsang undergo after retiring? How come his aura is ten times more ferocious than during his active career?!
As a senior member of the gang, this guy remained relatively calm. He first persuaded the others to disperse and not cause trouble for the hospital before approaching Yu Jian and quietly recounting what had happened recently.

"Redsang, have you ever heard of the Hell Knights?"

Yu Jian silently shook his head. He had sealed away his beloved horse, so why would he care about such things?

Fujimine Yuuki sorted out his thoughts and continued:

About a month ago, strange news began to circulate in the capital city.

It's said that a madman drives a flaming vehicle between 1 and 3 a.m., forcing others to race against him, and the loser suffers an exceptionally horrific traffic accident. An ordinary person might find this absurd, but Yujian's nerves tightened immediately, instantly connecting it to various information related to the underworld.

"Did you meet?"

"Ah."

"According to the rules you set back then, we cannot take up roads that ordinary people can travel normally during the day, but last night when I was riding at night..."

Fujimine Yuuki trembled as he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the white walls of the hospital corridor.

"I thought it was just an urban legend, but that guy..."

"That guy actually showed up last night. His motorcycle looked like it was on fire, with flames coming from the engine to the tires, and even the road it passed on was left with charred marks."

Strangely, the second group, which followed at a slightly longer distance, passed through the same area but reported not seeing any of the black tire tracks.

"Get to the point," Yu Jian urged, tapping the armrest of the bench.

Although the Takagi Takashi he knew appeared rough and rugged, he was actually quite meticulous and could always spot details that others overlooked. Therefore, he would never easily engage in a life-or-death struggle with an opponent whose strengths and weaknesses were unknown.

"Actually, because that guy looked so strange, Takashi initially asked everyone to slow down and give way, but he still wouldn't let it go and his behavior became more and more outrageous, and some people even crashed their bikes because of it."

"...Then he definitely won't be able to hold back." Yu Jian sighed.

“Yes, I remember Takashi shouted something and then sped away to lure the other party away, and then…” Fujimine Yuki stopped talking and just lowered his head, grinding his teeth.

"Any suspects?" Yu Jian narrowed his eyes.

"Yes." Fujimine Yuki raised his head, a glint of fire in his eyes, but his voice was even lower.

“Redsang, do you remember the illegal car races we destroyed back then? Those guys who run the betting operations have started to stir again in the last six months. I heard they have a new backer, so they have been provoking us frequently lately.”

"You mean... Yakuza?" Miken's voice was flat, but the metal armrest he was pressing on began to dent and deform.

If it's not demons or monsters, but rather living people causing trouble, it's not impossible.

The burning locomotive can be faked through special modifications, and the locomotive driver's suit is inherently well-sealed and has a certain fire-retardant function, so even if it is exposed to open flames for a short period of time, it may not necessarily cause burns.

No, we can't make such a hasty judgment...

As he pondered, Mitsurugi noticed that Fujimine Yuuki was staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Redsang." Fujimine Yuuki called out the code name that Mitsurugi had once used. He didn't say a word more, but his meaning was quite clear.

"Hmph." Yu Jian let out a cold snort as he looked at the madman in front of him, who was someone he knew quite well.

Upon hearing such an impolite voice, Fujimine Yuki chuckled softly.

It really was the same Commander Red he knew.

Just then, the door to the hospital treatment room opened.

"My Lord, who are these people?" Aizen Yurika looked at the group of strangers in front of her with confusion.

“An old friend,” Miken said absentmindedly.

then……

"Hello, Sister-in-law!" Fujimine Yuki bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and the other members of the Red Line also followed suit.

Yujian stared in disbelief, then turned around to see Baihexiang with a meaningful expression on her face.

"Hmm, this seems quite interesting, Myung-kun."

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(End of this chapter)