King of Fighters, I became Mai Shiranui's lifelong enemy

Terry raised his hand to stop his brother's nonsense, his eyes fixed on the figure in the newspaper.

That body shape, that figure, those muscular textures all made him feel familiar yet unfamiliar.

"After Gis died, he came out..."

"I think we need to meet this Luminous Man."

Chapter 169 Walking in the Dark, Working in the Light

A few days later, Terry and his two companions returned to South Town, followed by a little boy who was less than ten years old.

"...It seems that Gis is really dead, and there is no one to follow him and report the news." Terry looked back at Locke.

He told Locke everything about the hatred between the three of them and Gis, how they sneaked into Gis's building, how they bypassed the security and faced Gis head-on, and how they defeated Gis on the roof and made him fall to his death.

He believed Locke would make the right choice.

The facts were just as he had imagined. After a fierce ideological struggle, Locke said to Terry:

"Gis is my father, but he is also a complete devil. Even if you don't take action, he will be defeated by justice one day."

This is the best interpretation of the saying that a biological father is not as good as an adoptive father.

The biological father abandoned his mother and son and watched his mother die indifferently. He wreaked havoc in South Town and bullied the locals. He had long been a villain in Locke's mind who must be eliminated.

Now Terry takes Locke back to South Town to verify Gis's death.

A group of people walked in openly from the main road of South Town.

If it were in the past, one of Gis's men would have recognized them immediately and sneaked away to inform Gis.

But now two gangs were confronting each other next to the store, and no one cared about their arrival.

"Fuck you, this shop is my territory!"

Gis's men, the skinny henchmen from Howard's organization, kicked over the fruit stand at the door, and oranges rolled all over the floor.

The younger brothers behind him were smoking cigarettes and beating their palms rhythmically with steel pipes, and the sound of metal echoed in the alley.

The skinny ponyboy spat and poked his thumb into his chest.

"Have you never heard of Boss Gis? How dare you come here to cause trouble? Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

The leader on the opposite side was a bald, burly man with his suit open, revealing the gold-plated pistol handle at his waist.

He slowly took off his sunglasses, pointed at the other person with the temples, grinned, and his gold teeth gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

"Gis? Haha..." The bald man sneered, "When Gis was alive, we respected you a little bit. Now he's been kicked off the roof by Hungry Wolf Terry. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Suddenly he grabbed the collar of the younger brother next to him,

"Tell him, who has the final say in South Town now?"

The younger brother immediately yelled at the top of his lungs: "MR. Big! It's always fucking Mr. Big!"

The two gangs were on the verge of a fight in an instant, with steel pipes, machetes, and brass knuckles all taken out, and the two leaders even pulled out pistols.

Seeing that a melee was about to begin, Terry gave Dong Zhang a look.

"Oh oh oh! Look at me!"

"Special move: Whirlwind Fist!"

"Special move: Lightning Kick!"

Dong Zhang, wearing only a pair of shorts, rushed into the melee crowd with strange cries. The wind from his fists kept spinning and getting stronger, knocking dozens of ordinary people to the ground. He kicked with one leg and knocked the two leaders to the ground, leaving them unable to get up again.

In front of powerful fighters, these street fighting thugs are like toys.

"Yes, it's Dongzhang!"

"And Terry! Terry's back!"

"The hungry wolf who killed Boss Gis is back! Run!!!"

The henchmen of Howard's organization finally recognized the person who came and fled in panic, not even bothering to pick up their weapons.

Able to kill the invincible Lord Geese, the Hungry Wolf Trio has become a legend in South Town.

"Oh~ It's the legendary hungry wolf!"

On the contrary, the bald man's eyes lit up when he saw Terry.

Even though he was lying on the ground in excruciating pain, he still extended an invitation: "I heard that it was you who killed the evil Gis. Mr. Big is looking forward to meeting Mr. Terry."

"Would you please come back with us? Mr. Big would be deeply grateful for your contributions to the people of South Town."

Mr. Big and Gis were originally two local gang leaders in South Town and had been fighting each other for many years.

But a few years ago, Geese used a trick to divert trouble and deceived Mr. Big into kidnapping Yuri Sakazaki, hoping to use the same method he used against Joan to control the Extreme Flow Gym to become his thugs.

Unexpectedly, Sakazaki Ryo was so powerful that he instigated Joan to rebel. Together with Robert, the three of them defeated Mr. Big and destroyed their lair.

From then on, MR.big never recovered in South Town and was forced by Gis to a remote corner of his territory.

The law of nature will always be retribution.

After MR.big was defeated, Geese was killed by the Garou trio a few days ago, which gave them the opportunity to organize their gang and rise again.

And now... the bald man looked at Terry with burning eyes.

It was this man who killed Gis. If we can make friends with him and have him become Mr. Big's thug, it will be a great achievement!

Terry shook his head.

Whether it is Gis or MR.big, they are both cancers that parasitize Nanzhen. If there is a plan, they must also eradicate each other.

But not today, today he came for that person.

Terry held down his cap, hiding his sharp eyes: "Do you know...Night Light Man?"

"Night Light Man!"

The name struck the bald man's face like a bolt of lightning. His facial features instantly twisted, his fat body trembled unconsciously, and his facial features shrank together.

"You, you, you mean the man in the tights and hood?"

"Yes, you are very afraid of him. It seems that you know him. Take me to see him."

"No...I can't..."

Before Terry could react after hearing this answer, Andy angrily stepped forward, grabbed the man's collar, and lifted up the 200-pound fat man with one hand.

"What did you say!"

"I, I, I, I really can't take you to find him."

The bald man showed a smile that was uglier than crying, shook his hands and hurriedly explained:

"The Luminous Man only appears when something unfair happens in South Town, and it has to be at night!"

"He's incredibly powerful. No one has ever seen his true face. No one knows where he lives. We really don't know."

"Because of this, our gang fights are scheduled in broad daylight, and we all go home to sleep at night."

This legendary luminous man actually directly changed the daily routines of the South Town gangs?

The gangs that come out during the day and hide at night are really a spectacle.

Seeing that he couldn't get any valuable information out of Andy, Terry asked Andy to put down the bald head.

"It seems... we can only wait until night."

......

Terry never imagined that in the South Town, the former evil city and hiding place of crime, where people could not go out at night, there would be a place where people could walk on the street without worrying about being robbed by gangsters.

The prominent gangs seemed to have learned of the existence of the "Night Light Man" and their criminal activities were restrained.

Or maybe they were plotting how to get rid of this "meddling" tights-wearing pervert.

In short, it is really much safer at night.

Only those ignorant young people are still doing their previous jobs.

"Hey, bitch, where's the money?"

The young thug tilted his head, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He roughly grabbed the woman's hair with his fingers, forcing her to look up.

The woman trembled as she pulled the crumpled bills out of her lace bra. "That's all, that's all..."

The gangster snatched it away, counted it with his thumb dipped in saliva, and suddenly slapped her in anger.

"Fuck you, you think I'm a beggar?"

He grabbed her collar, and the fabric ripped open, revealing a piece of snow-white.

The gangster licked his tongue, his eyes flashing with desire: "Take off your clothes, I'll use you to pay off my debt tonight."

The woman staggered back, her lips trembling as she tried to say something, but the thug grabbed her neck and pressed her against the wall.

"Why are you pretending? You've already sold yourself out, and you still care about this!"

"Let...let me go. I'm too tired today. Everything is full... At least let me rest... for a while..."

"You still dare to resist? If you move again, I'll dig out your eyeballs and stuff them into—"

The words stopped abruptly.

The gangster's heart skipped a beat, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast from ancient times.

The streetlight at the entrance of the alley suddenly went out.

"I work in darkness, but serve the light."

A deep and mournful voice came from the entrance of the alley. The voice seemed to seep out from the cracks of hell, like a ghost, and it was chilling.

The gangster's cigarette fell from his stiff lips, making a "hiss" sound in the stagnant water.

The last light was extinguished.

He let go of his prey, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "W-what the hell!"

"No...impossible..."

He suddenly remembered the legend—the legend that lingered in the night sky of South Town.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not such a coincidence, you can find it here too?"

The woman sat down on the ground with a thud, looked at the gangster in fear, then got up and ran away.

The gangster also wanted to run, but he couldn't.

He found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

"Night, night, night light man! I'm telling you! She's just a bitch, she's a streetwalker! That's what she does! You don't have to save her!"

"If you really want to be a hero, you should go to Gis and Mr. Big. They're fighting over territory, and dozens of people die every day!"

"We, we are all low-level minions. Don't you feel it's a loss to deal with us?"

"I just want to live! What have I done wrong?"

His voice trembled, but he still insisted on defending himself.

Night Light Man ignored the gangster's voice, he had his own beliefs.

"Some people say we need to protect the rights of female streetwalkers, formulate 13 rules for them, and encourage them to work harder to improve their treatment."

"Some people say that all the people who make craftswomen should be sent to the guillotine, but they forget to send themselves to the guillotine as well."

"Some say that assassins and skilled women have existed since ancient times, and even the most reckless and extraordinary people who can easily suppress them cannot stop them."

"I said......"

"fart!"

A bright blue light flashed by.

The gangster saw the man before he fainted.

The figure in the black tights was extremely tall, and the blue halo lingering around his hands was brighter than the bright moon in the sky, illuminating every dark alley.

So...this is the Night Light Man.

When sin tears open the night veil, there will be a figure darker than darkness, bringing light brighter than day.