Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 11 That small group of people

Wu Fengshui was a junior, but not an outsider, so Mie Tang had no intention of stopping her from continuing her investigation.

"Ideal... refers to diamond cutting, is that a code name?"

Wu Fengshui noted it down and nodded his thanks to Mie Tang.

"Well!"

Metsudou regained his relaxed demeanor, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, noticing that Yusa was tending to Shiraki's injuries, but she was clearly a bit flustered.

Ordinary bandaging with gauze is fine, but Bai Mucheng now needs more professional treatment.

However, now that most of the people in the underground casino have left, and the leader of the Mischievous Tooth Group, the organizer, has also disappeared, no one is paying attention to Shiramu Cheng anymore.

"That's not okay."

Mie Tang waved to the guards behind him, signaling them to come forward and help Bai Mu wrap the bandages.

As the current president of the Kengan Association, Metsudo is happy to take care of young fighters who are just starting out, especially those with outstanding talent like Shiraki Sei.

"The new generation of young people—whether fighters or entrepreneurs—are quite interesting. This old man shouldn't be bored..."

Mie Tang smiled and sighed a few times. After waiting a moment for the guards to finish treating Bai Mucheng's injuries, he turned around and bid farewell to everyone.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, thank you for the hospitality!"

The old man, Mie Tang, is still as energetic as ever.

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With the departure of Mie Tang and his two guards, the underground casino became increasingly deserted.

While You Sha was still taking care of her older brother, the two sisters from the Wu clan, having nothing else to do, also stayed to keep the two siblings company.

Once everyone had left, the two men in black who had been waiting in the shadows—two men in black suits from the Di'ai Group—stepped forward and spoke to Bai Mucheng.

"Mr. Shiraki."

The two men in black spoke very politely.

They are debt collectors for the Di'ai Group, and their relationship with the minor leader of the Canchi Group is merely a cooperative one. They do not face any pressure from the "underworld," and all they have to consider is the contract and their interests.

"Please rest assured that the contract you signed is valid, but we cannot provide details of the debt relief at this time. We apologize for the inconvenience."

A man in black handed over a business card and bowed slightly.

"It seems the Miserable Tooth Group has contacted someone else. We need to report this to the company... Anyway, we will contact you as soon as possible and then pay you a visit."

"..."

Bai Mu accepted the business card and nodded in agreement.

Unlike the Yakuza, the Teiai Group, though a ruthless conglomerate, is ultimately a legitimate "company," and the two men in black are just company employees.

According to Wu Fengshui and the old man of the Extinction Hall, this underground fight seems to involve some external force, and the situation is quite complicated, so the lower-level staff naturally cannot handle it all.

In that case, we might as well wait and see.

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It was late at night, and everyone left the underground casino.

Wu Fengshui drove, carrying Garuda and You Sha, and also giving Bai Mucheng a ride, out of the chaos and darkness of the inner world and back to the bustling city streets.

Looking at the neon lights outside the car window, Yusa suddenly felt as if she were in another world, as if everything tonight was just a dream.

Then look at the guy next to me...

He fell asleep.

He lay sprawled out in the back seat, fast asleep with a completely calm expression. Apart from the bandages on his forehead and body, he didn't look like he had just been through a deadly battle.

The slight bumps in the vehicle left Bai Mucheng half-asleep, his eyes squinting as he watched the scenes from tonight's arena flash before his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Great, fantastic..."

"..."

Hearing Shiraki Cheng's mumbling in his sleep, Yusa suddenly remembered that her older brother must have had this kind of personality before he fell ill—a chaotic optimist.

Yusa was naturally happy that her brother had returned to his true nature, but she couldn't help but worry when she thought of Shiraki Cheng's excited look with his face covered in blood.

"It's pretty good... right?"

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The car was parked in front of the Shiraki family's vacant lot.

Wu Fengshui woke up the drowsy Bai Mucheng and, before parting, handed him a business card.

"My phone number is on it."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes and smiled as he gestured to Bai Mucheng, "If you want to kill someone, you can contact me, I'll give you a discount!"

"..."

That's far too kind of you!
The brother and sister stared at each other, and in the end, Bai Mucheng put away the business card and gave a thank-you smile—though it didn't seem very natural.

After Wu Fengshui and Garuda left, the brother and sister washed up and returned to their respective tin-roofed houses.

Lying on his back in bed, Bai Mucheng began to think about the next steps.

The debts owed by the Teiai Group have not been fully resolved, the siblings' living conditions urgently need improvement, and there may be opportunities for further contact with the Kengan Association...

Although there are many things to do, it's not like we're completely clueless.

Snapped!
Bai Mucheng clenched his right fist, and vaguely saw Long's phantom again. The two fists collided lightly.

"good,"

Bai Mucheng closed his eyes, sleepiness washing over him, and muttered to himself, "I want to have another match..."

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The next morning.

Bai Mucheng got up, checked the recovery of his injury, and found that there was nothing seriously wrong, so he started a new day of training.

Whether it's the Kengan Association, other clues from memories, or even the mysterious organization that orchestrated last night's match—to deal with any of these, sufficient strength is required.

Since he couldn't do any high-intensity exercise today, Bai Mucheng decided to take this opportunity to carefully study the memories in his mind—such as Long and the group of phantoms behind him.

Swish!Swish!
On the open ground, Bai Mucheng swung his fist and began warming up.

My body gradually warmed up, and my mind became more focused.

With each breath, Long's ink-wash phantom appeared before my eyes, still in a meticulous stance, leaving no room for error.

But this time, Ryu didn't throw a punch directly at Shiraki.

"Since I've overcome the problem of 'wanting to avoid it first,' will you stop reminding me?"

There was no need for further words; Bai Mucheng already understood.

He nodded slightly to Long, "Thank you very much."

"..."

Ryu's phantom nodded in response, a hint of satisfaction in its expression, before gradually moving forward, displaying an active desire to attack.

"Are you going to give me more pointers?"

Shiraki Cheng saw through Long's intentions. His eyes glanced around and he noticed more illusory figures watching. They were all different in size and posture, but more or less blurry.

"Other masters? I have a chance to spar with other masters again?!"

Thinking of this, Bai Mucheng's eyes lit up.

If you continue to train and cultivate, you will have the opportunity to solidify more phantoms, and then you will be able to learn from more Street Fighter masters!
"First step—"

Bai Mucheng got into position and looked at Long's phantom image—his first "master" who taught him the basics and pointed out his fatal mistakes—and could not hide his ecstatic joy.

Swish!
Shiraki Cheng lunged forward, launching an initial attack with a mid-section straight punch, and began exchanging blows with Ryu.

boom! boom! boom!
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The sparring with Ryu was intermittent.

Occasionally, Shiraki Sei would be beaten so badly by Ryu that he would fall to the ground and be unable to get up.

Sometimes, Long's phantom would gesture to Bai Mucheng, asking him to sit cross-legged with him and contemplate the details of their previous encounters.

At noon, Shiraki prepared lunch and asked Long if he wanted to eat, but Long shook his head helplessly.

Most of the day was spent in training.

……

In the afternoon, Arisa got out of school.

Shaojiang left first to help his mother buy groceries, so only Garuda accompanied him today. When they were almost home, they met Wu Fengshui nearby.

Wu Fengshui explained that he was just strolling around, and we'll take his word for it.

Since they were already there, Wu Fengshui treated them to a meal. The three girls sat in a row on the open ground, eating ice cream and watching Bai Mucheng exercise.

"..."

Yusa glanced at the bandage on her brother's head, sighed softly, hugged her knees, and said with a hint of complaint in her voice, "Why do you work so hard, brother? I can help with the debt..."

Wu Fengshui shook his head, "Perhaps Bai Muqin just wants it this way."

Yusa asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"There are similar fellows in the Wu clan."

Wu Fengshui recalled: "Although there are differences in degree, it is undeniable that everyone has dreamed of becoming the 'strongest on earth'."

"However, most people will give up on this dream at some point."

"Maybe it was a fight with your brothers that knocked you to the ground; or maybe you ran into the ringleader; or you got punched by your dad and learned what pain was; or your teacher slapped your hand; or your boss scolded you..."

"Countless people will eventually choose other dreams and become doctors, politicians, entrepreneurs, cartoonists, teachers, office workers..."

"But there is really only a small group of people who, no matter what happens or who they encounter, still cherish their original dreams."

Wu Fengshui chuckled and said, "Hehe, being silly like this is also great, right?"

"..." Arisa nodded thoughtfully.

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After Wu Fengshui and Garuda left, it was sunset.

It was Yusa's turn to prepare dinner tonight. She was getting ready to cook when she suddenly noticed a black car driving up from a distance and stopping in front of the open space.

Shiraki stopped exercising, wiping his sweat with a towel, and told Yusa to go back to her room to do her homework, while he would take care of things here.

At the same time, a middle-aged man with gray hair stepped out of the car.

He was wearing a khaki trench coat over a suit, had slicked-back hair, and a sharp facial structure with a serious expression.

From afar, You Sha could hear the middle-aged man introducing himself to the older man.

"first meet."

The middle-aged man extended his hand to Shiraki Shigeaki and said in a deep voice, "Tonegawa Yukio is here on behalf of the Teiai Group."

(End of this chapter)