Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 26 Rodm

The fifth floor of the building, offices.

Q-Lang was in high spirits and got up to go to the wall.

On the wall over there hangs a skull—not a decoration, but a real human skull!
"His name is Hojo Ryo..."

Q-Lang reached out and gently stroked the skull, panting heavily, and introduced him to Ye Xing: "He's a very good man. So far, he's the only guy who has made me enjoy the whole game."

Zheng!
Q-Long suddenly drew his staff-sword and cleaved the human skull in two, then threw it to the ground.

"Hahaha... Hehe! A new record! Looks like we'll be hanging their skulls here soon, how exciting!"

"Speaking of which, Mr. Nightwalker—"

Q-Lang suddenly changed the subject, squinting at Gu Yi, "You seem to know a lot about those guys' origins, why don't you tell me?"

“Baku and Shigeru Akagi,” Yoru replied calmly, unsurprised. “These are the names of two of them, also known as the Liar Eater and the Man of the Divine Realm.”

"...?"

Q-Lang was stunned for a moment, "It was...the two of them?"

Everything makes sense now.

Although they don't match the faces, who among those who roam the underworld doesn't know these two nicknames?

【The Liar】Baku Madarame – At the age of fifteen, he ravaged the members of the gambling club in an instant. He possessed god-like intelligence and was as ruthless as a demon. He was known as "the strongest gambler in the history of the gambling club"!
[The Man of the Divine Realm] Shigeru Akagi – Much older than Baku Madarame, and he rose to fame much earlier. Legend has it that at the age of thirteen, he appeared in the underground mahjong world as a peerless genius, defeating countless masters over the years without a single loss!
"Hahaha, what luck! I'm so lucky!"

"These two are both renowned figures, so it's no wonder you speak so highly of them, Mr. Nightwalker..."

Q-Lang laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Leaving aside the [People of the Divine Realm], the key is the [Lie Eater]—that legendary gambler who has vanished for years, and now he's my opponent tonight?!"

"Haha, it's said that back then, the 'Liar Eater' was the closest person to the chief gambler. If I could beat that 'Liar Eater'—if I could beat him..."

Swish!
Q-Lang swung his staff-blade fiercely, smashing the human skull on the ground to pieces.

"If I can win, I will surpass the [Liar Eater]!!"

"That way, I'll eventually reach the pinnacle of the gambling world, and I'll be able to control a gambling lord with national-level 'power' and 'force'!!!"

"Now that we know all this, we're done playing around—kill! I'm going to kill them all!"

……

……

At this moment, twenty minutes have passed since the game began.

The situation on the sixth floor of the building, where Shiramu and the other three were located, was now clear: all four mercenaries had lost their ability to fight.

The one who was most seriously injured was kicked in the back of the head by Bai Mucheng, and a piece of his skull was crushed. His life or death is unknown.

The tall mercenary's genitals were gushing blood, his face was sunken in, and a fist mark was clearly visible.
The shorter one's cervical spine was probably broken by the kick, and his lower body was unable to move. He struggled and gasped for breath, eventually choking on the smoke and passing out.

The appearance of these three is beyond description; in comparison, death would be more comfortable.

Even Kaji Takaomi, an ordinary person, couldn't feel any sympathy for them.

Evil people who take pleasure in killing should have been punished long ago!
The last one—a mercenary with slicked-back hair—knew he was no match for the enemy and chose to close his eyes and play dead. However, he was discovered by Bai Mucheng and pulled up from the ground.

There are many traps in the stairwell between the fifth and first floors, so having an obedient guide to scout ahead can save a lot of trouble.

The four men removed the mercenaries' equipment, took what was usable, and then threatened the slick-haired mercenary, ordering him to scout ahead and descend from the sixth floor to the fifth.

The gambling game started on the fifth floor. Q-Lang and the masked man were still on this floor. In addition, Wu Fengshui had warned them that it was not advisable to stay here for long.

Strangely, there was no movement on the fifth floor at this time, and Q-Lang did not come out to stop them.

The group continued downwards, breaking through the steel wire traps along the way, and heading to the fourth level below.

……

……

On the other side, on the fifth floor, in the office. Q-Lang fumbled on the wall for a moment, then pressed a button, raising the partially covered wall tiles to reveal the LCD video wall behind them.

The monitoring system is not yet running; the screen is completely black.

"I'm going to win this bet no matter what. Looks like it's 'that guy's' turn to step in..."

Q-Long walked to the masked man's side, took out a syringe, and drew a small amount of saline solution into it.

Standing not far away, Ye Xing noticed something interesting—

The masked man wasn't completely still; he was just standing there asleep, and you could faintly hear him snoring.

Q-Lang got ready and patted the masked man on the shoulder.

"Hey! Maruk, wake up! It's time for your shift to change!"

Strangely, Q-Lang addressed the man as "Maruk" this time, instead of "Rodm" as before.

Urged on by Q-Lang, the masked man was awakened, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around blankly.

"Huh? Ahhh..."

It's obvious that he looks sleepy and dazed.

Ye Xing couldn't help but chuckle softly, while Q Da Lang looked quite helpless.

“This ‘Maruk’ is a bit dim-witted; he’s no help at all. I’m looking for another one…”

After saying that, Q-Lang directly stabbed the masked man with the needle.

"Get up, Rodham! It's your favorite hunting time!"

"..."

Ye Xing witnessed this scene and couldn't help but feel puzzled, wondering why Q-Darlang would do such a thing.

But then, Ye Xing suddenly squinted his eyes.

Oh?
Nightwalker noticed that the masked man wasn't actually "with his hands behind his back," but rather his thumbs were locked behind his back with "finger cuffs."

It was a metal restraint device specifically designed to restrain prisoners, far more secure than handcuffs, which restricted the dexterity and gripping ability of the fingers by clamping it below the thumb joint.

When the needle pierced the masked man's skin, his entire demeanor changed abruptly; his eyeballs trembled rapidly, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

The hands, restrained behind their backs by handcuffs, began to exert force suddenly, the veins on their arms bulging, pulling the metal handcuffs until they were deformed.

"Kill...kill..."

The masked man muttered, his growls sounding like those of a wild beast—or even a demon.

"kill!"

Click!

With a roar, the metal handcuffs were completely torn apart, and the masked man regained his freedom, muttering to himself incessantly.

Q-Lang seemed extremely satisfied with this.

He placed the portable camera next to the masked man's ear and chuckled, "Alright, Rodham, here's the camera and communicator for you. Do as I say..."

Q-Lang still smiled, but his face looked extremely distorted.

He said softly, "That's it. Go and kill everyone in this building."

"..."

boom!
The office's wooden door was torn to shreds.

The masked man—Rodm—burst out at incredible speed, wielding a sharp dagger, and slammed into the concrete wall outside the door with both hands and feet.

Click!

Rodham gripped the concrete wall tightly with his five fingers, making him squat vertically against it like Spider-Man, defying gravity!

(End of this chapter)