Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 55 thus begins the battle!!

Wow!

The entire Cadillac was overturned by Kaoru Hanayama, exposing the chassis and machinery, like a cat rolling on its back.

Sitting in the car, the leader of the Yanagawa group, "Yamamoto," looked as if he had just been in a serious car accident, dazed and confused, as he struggled to climb out of the car window.

The scene just now was so terrifying that Yamamoto thought he was hallucinating!
A mere nineteen-year-old boy, truly possessing superhuman arm strength of national treasure level, just as the legends say!?

"babble--?!"

Seeing Kaoru Hanayama approaching step by step, Yamamoto hurriedly fled, circling around the overturned Cadillac, determined not to be caught by the other party.

Enraged by the situation, Kaoru Hanayama clenched his fist and slammed it into the car's wheel rim, tearing off the old tire in the process.

He grabbed the inside of the tire with both hands and pulled hard, tearing the old tire of the car apart!

"He...he removed the tire with his bare hands..."

Yamamoto was so frightened by this scene that his legs trembled, and he couldn't even dodge.

Kaoru Hanayama grabbed the car's chassis, then suddenly jumped up—

Swish!
Weighing over 160kg, Kaoru Hanayama effortlessly flipped over the Cadillac like a vaulting horse athlete and stood tall in front of Yamamoto.

In desperation, Yamamoto tried to draw his katana.

But Kaoru Hanayama grabbed the scabbard first, his terrifying grip deforming it and jamming the katana, making it impossible for Yamamoto to pull it out.

Yamamoto turned to run, but Kaoru Hanayama reached out and grabbed him, digging one of his fingers into Yamamoto's eye socket.

Swish!
With a forceful pull, Yamamoto was forced to turn around and face Kaoru Hanayama.

"This is war."

Seeing that Yamamoto had already lost control of his bladder from fright, Kaoru Hanayama began to lecture him seriously.

“If you’ve gotten involved—and want my head, then you should be prepared for the same thing, otherwise you’re incomplete.”

"You should go back to training."

Kaoru Hanayama pinched Yamamoto's left and right ears and gently tore them.

Hiss!

With the wrist strength to tear even an old tire, tearing human skin would be a piece of cake.

With a scream from Yamamoto, both of his ears were gone, carelessly tossed to the ground by Kaoru Hanayama, soaking in a pool of blood.

……

……

Apart from Hongo Hime and Shiraki Sho, who had expected it, everyone else stared wide-eyed at the brutal scene, sweating profusely.

"Gudu..."

Pegasus swallowed hard, not even caring about being impolite, "He can flip a car with his bare hands, tear off old tires, and rip off people's ears... Is that guy even human? How did he train?!"

"...Hmph!"

Upon hearing this, Kizaki chuckled softly and began to recount the proudest moment for their Hanayama group.

“Our eldest son, Kaoru Hanayama, is a ‘natural-born strongman’ and has a clear self-awareness of this.”

"Therefore, he never cultivates!"

Kizaki tilted his head slightly, a look of longing on his face.

"Being a 'strong person' and still needing to improve oneself through cultivation is considered 'improper' by the boss."

He believed that if someone already possessed the innate talent of a "strong person" but secretly cultivated it, such behavior was no different from a "sneak attack"!

"The boss said that was despicable and shameless, so he never practiced it."

"Never strive for 'strength,' and never seize the initiative from the weak—this is the survival aesthetics of 'Kaoru Hanayama'!"

At this point, Kizaki suddenly laughed out loud, reminding Tenma Nozomi, "That Shiraki guy just wants to fight a man like this!"

Pegasus hopes: "...Haha."

Her smile was quite forced, and she even wanted to remind Bai Mucheng to run away quickly, but she didn't have the chance at all.

Meanwhile, Kizaki made a phone call, instructing one of the Hanayama Group's underlings to come and recruit people.

He planned to have someone interrogate him to find out who exactly was behind hiring the Yanagawa Group—whose aim was to take Kaoru Hanayama's head.

"Boss, everyone, let's get out of here! The cops are on their way!"

Kizaki glanced at the time and expertly greeted everyone.

These days, there's a tacit understanding between the legitimate and criminal worlds: as long as you don't do anything outrageous, you'll give each other some face.

So, since a fight has already taken place here and passersby have called the police, it's time for the Metropolitan Police Department to clean up the mess. These "criminals" shouldn't linger any longer.

……

……

Ten minutes later.

Not far from the Hanayama Group office, on the second floor of a building facing the street, there is a bar.

The Hanayama group were regulars here, so the bar owner wasn't worried and quickly arranged seats for everyone. Shiraki Shigeaki and Hanayama Kaoru sat at a separate table.

The remaining six—Kizaki, Nozomi, Ichika, Hana, Li Youba, and Hime—sat at a large table on the other side.

Tenma, wanting to be next to Kizaki, as the main person in charge of the Valkyrie group, tried to discuss things with Kizaki again.

Kizaki chuckled and teased, "Ms. Tenma, the yakuza have their own ways of doing things. Since you're so eager, why don't you just consider a 'one-on-one' match? Whoever wins gets to decide!"

Hope blinked. "'One-on-one'? What does that mean?"

Upon hearing this, Hana quickly interjected to explain, "Simply put, each group sends out a representative to compete one-on-one."

"Such as territorial disputes, minor conflicts between thugs, and business interests—the struggle between the two organizations is all determined by the outcome of the battle between the two representatives."

Hana's expression was bitter. "In short, it's a 'duel' in the yakuza world..."

Upon hearing this, Hope felt a headache coming on.

This so-called "one-on-one" rule is similar to the rumored "Kengan Match," where representatives are sent out to decide the winner.

Needless to say, the representative of the Hanayama Group will definitely be Hanayama Kaoru herself.

But what about Valkyrie? They're at best a women's fighting group, they're no match for an old-school male thug!

Seeing that Tenma was sweating profusely, Kizaki half-jokingly suggested, "How about we ask Shiraki-kun for a favor?"

Hope shook her head decisively, rubbing her temples. "After witnessing Hanayama Kaoru's fight, I simply don't have the nerve to shamelessly ask Shiraki-kun for help..."

"Oh? You're quite loyal!"

Kizaki grew increasingly fond of this "new group," realizing that they were not simply profit-driven businesspeople, but perhaps had the potential to grow and become powerful, they just needed an opportunity.

Kizaki then reminded him, "Perhaps there's no need to think too much about it."

"Hmm?" Hope, exhausted both physically and mentally, drooped her eyes, not understanding what he meant.

Kizaki recalled, "Our eldest son said: It's just 'fighting,' it doesn't mean anything at all."

"You can hit someone whenever you want, and the person being hit should also be prepared to be hit at any time."

"He's always in a high mood, and he'll act whenever he feels like it."

"——'Fighting' is that kind of thing."

Kizaki sipped his bottled juice, glanced at Kaoru Hanayama and Shiraki Shō, and said leisurely:

"Maybe to them, our discussion is all bullshit! Haha..."

……

……

Shiraki Shigeaki and Hanayama Kaoru sat on either side of the glass wine table.

I'll remain silent for now.

The two of them each took a menu, marked the drinks they wanted with a pen, and then handed it to the owner.

After waiting a moment, the owner served all the drinks.

"..."

Kaoru Hanayama slowly reached out and pushed the bottle in front of him toward Shiraki Shigeaki, introducing it as, "This liquor is called 'Wild Turkey,' it's a whiskey made from corn. I really like it, you should try it."

Shiramu Cheng opened the bottle, took a small sip, and then his face contorted from the spiciness.

"Aha--!"

He exhaled a large breath of alcohol and commented, "It's too spicy and tastes awful. It'll ruin my mood for throwing a punch."

After saying that, Bai Mucheng opened another bottle of cola and mixed some into the Wild Turkey Whiskey. "This way it will taste better and feel more comfortable."

"..."

Kaoru Hanayama watched this scene silently, her eyes clear, without uttering a word.

Bai Mucheng held his wine glass, turned his gaze to the window, and sighed leisurely, "The more 'sudden' a fight is, the more interesting it becomes."

"Whether it's a dark place or a narrow space, the number of audience members doesn't matter..."

"What's the reason? Just pick any one."

"For example, I don't like your taste, and you hate my cocktails—that's enough."

Shiramu gently put down his wine glass.

"Brother Huashan, let's start this fight..."

In that instant—in Bai Mucheng's vision—Huashan had already clenched his giant fist, pulled back with an extremely exaggerated posture to gather strength, and aimed at Bai Mucheng to swing it with all his might.

? !
Bai Mucheng was startled. He crossed his arms to block and then jumped up to deflect the force.

But Kaoru Hanayama's heavy punch continued forward, forcefully sending Shiraki Cheng flying and crashing heavily onto the glass wine table behind him.

Wow!

The table shattered, and sharp glass slashed through the white wooden backrest, instantly drawing blood!

(End of this chapter)