Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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After taking the photos, Dou Tang said, "Alright, I'm going out to buy some groceries. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Meow~"

Before Dou Tang could speak, the black cat Mikazuki let out a howl. Dou Tang seemed to understand and said, "Why don't I take the black... Mikazuki with me?"

"Hey, but, but shouldn't the supermarket prohibit pets?" Huaiyin hugged Mikazuki, looking like she didn't want to hand him over.

"It's okay, I'll handle it." Dou Tang took Mikazuki from Huaiyin, then immediately removed the bath towel. Mikazuki landed on the ground and frantically shook off the water, the whole cat turning into a blur.

Dou Tang didn't linger, but walked straight to the door, with Mikazuki following closely behind. In Huaiyin's eyes, it was as if the cat really understood what Dou Tang was saying.

Mikazuki jumped onto Tou Tang's shoulder, perched on his broad shoulder, licked his paws, and then looked back at Huaiyin.

Seeing how intelligent and understanding this cat was, Huaiyin could only wave goodbye.

"Well, brother... there's still three months left, so come back soon!"

Dou Tang nodded, picked up his keys, and went out.

A man and a cat walked down the hallway. Mikazuki whispered in his ear, "I almost forgot, there's something else I need to tell you."

Dou Tang hummed in agreement and slowly went downstairs.

“Your henchmen have been causing you a lot of trouble lately, or rather, they've saved you a lot of trouble.”

little brother?

Yangping and his gang of bald guys?

Dou Tang has almost forgotten about this incident!

Chapter 35 The Chaotic Battle at the Dock

dark night.

A pier in Teshima Ward.

The dock was silent at night. The hustle and bustle of Tokyo seemed to be shut out by an invisible wall, leaving only the cold and the sound of the waves to this sea and land.

Waves crashed against the concrete.

The streetlights were dim and hissed, with several meters of space between each one.

Along the seaside, some factories stand quietly, while across from the streetlights, a mobile stall leans against the roller shutter door of a factory, with warm yellow light shining from behind the curtain, and the aroma of ramen and oden mingling together.

A pair of cold and indifferent eyes peered through the gap in the curtain at the street in front of them.

At the other end of the street, in the darkness where the streetlights couldn't reach, some red lights shone.

That was a lit cigarette.

Someone was whispering in the darkness.

"They won't back down, will they?"

"Those bald guys, no way... they'll definitely come, humph."

"Those guys who abuse their power, the one in the lead named Yangping, even using Kiryu's name to destroy Onigashima, are clearly traitors themselves..."

The murmurs in the darkness grew louder, turning into a chorus of condemnations and insults.

The owner behind the stall shrank back, straightened his suit, glanced at the knife handle in front of him, and continued to hide behind the curtain in silence.

The sound of a motorcycle could be heard in the distance.

Several unassuming motorcycles came from a distance and stopped at the street corner. Two people rode on each motorcycle, and a dozen or so people dressed in simple sportswear got off and gathered together.

Without exception, all of these people were bald.

Yang Ping, who was in the lead, looked at the darkness dozens of meters away and stared at the points of light, squinting slightly.

"Yangping, these guys... came prepared."

There were people behind him.

Yangping smiled and said, "Aren't we the same?"

"Right... Oh, right, I remember today was the day Kiryu-nii was coming back, wasn't it? And yet we ended up fighting today..."

Yang Ping nodded: "Yes, so how about we treat it as a gift to him? We'll challenge him in his name, which will also cut off any thoughts these people might have about causing him trouble. Isn't that a good thing?"

"That's good. After we beat up these guys, no high school in Kyoto should dare to cause trouble for Kiryu-nii anymore..."

Yangping smiled with some satisfaction, but did not answer; he simply waved.

Then he strode forward.

A dozen or so bald teenagers walked in the darkness, entered the light of the streetlights, and then walked back into the darkness. Yang Ping reached out to his side, and someone handed him a baseball bat.

As he passed the next streetlamp, he swung his stick at it, making a loud "clang" sound that carried far into the night and echoed throughout the entire seaside.

Like the sound of a bell, it overpowered the sound of the waves and the wind, loud and piercing.

The light in the darkness opposite went out, and a group of flamboyantly dressed high school students emerged from the shadows, carrying all sorts of weapons.

"Hey! Katsuta Yohei!!"

The tall man leading the group shouted loudly.

Yangping glanced at the somewhat strange roadside stalls, but quickly looked away, raising his head and saying, "Hasebe! I'll teach you a lesson tonight!"

"Huh?" The man named Hasebe laughed wildly, "You monks alone?"

"You guys, using that Kiryu name to cause trouble everywhere, you've offended a lot of people. You don't really think you can dominate Kyoto just because of a name, do you?"

"Heh." Yang Ping shrugged. "All you talkers are doing, I'll shave your heads tonight!"

"Let me show you how cool it is to be bald!"

With a shout, Yang Ping immediately rushed out, followed closely by his underlings. A dozen bald men charged forward at the same time, the things in their hands jingling.

Hasebe and the others came from another high school in Kyoto, a typical delinquent high school that was even more difficult to manage than Yohei's school.

After Ghost Island disbanded, all the high schools started to stir. After all, in the eyes of these teenagers, nothing was more satisfying than having people from other schools bow down and call them "big brother".

Therefore, to defeat the demon

Yohei, whose real name is Kiryu, has received many challenges, which is exactly what Dou Tang meant earlier, at least he won't be bothered by delinquents every day.

Yangping lived up to expectations, leading his underlings to challenge many high schools during this period. Although this increased the chances of being harassed by thugs, it must be admitted that most people who originally wanted to find Kiryu Toudou ended up contacting them first.

Yangping dragged his baseball bat forward and clashed directly with Hasebe, who was leading the attack. The two baseball bats collided with a loud bang, and then the two separated.

The bald man and the thugs got into a brawl, and shouts and curses filled the air, turning the once quiet dock into a bustling scene.

The shop owner behind the stall remained there, watching indifferently.

At that moment, a delinquent was hit by a stick, lost his balance, and stumbled into the curtained area.

He collapsed onto the table, the pot of oden in front of him. Shaking his head violently, he yelled, "You bastard..."

Just as he was about to get up, he looked up and saw the "owner" in front of him, dressed in a suit and tie, who seemed completely out of place at the food stall.

He was immediately startled, and his back instantly became covered in cold sweat.

The shop owner in front of me was wearing a dark striped suit, was burly, and sat behind the counter with a cold expression.

What's most terrifying is his appearance: his face is covered with scars, his eyes are sharp like a jagged blade, and he wears gold-rimmed glasses, quietly watching the delinquent in front of him.

Although I don't know who the person in front of me is, he definitely, definitely isn't some food stall owner!

Who is this person?!

"Having fun making a ruckus at my dock?"

Xing Yiren's face was gloomy as he spoke in a cold voice.

He, his dock?

Before the delinquent could react, a bald man behind him dragged him out of the stall, pinned him to the ground, and punched him. But before the bald man could chase after him, another delinquent kicked him in the face, sending him sprawling backward.

Seeing the chaotic brawl before him, Xing Yiren remained unfazed, pulled out a box of slender cigars from under the counter, lit it, and blew a smoke ring.

"It's so good to be young..."

He sighed, picked out a few more pieces of oden for himself, sprinkled some shichimi togarashi (seven-spice powder), and ate them calmly.

Anyway, there won't be any serious guests tonight.

Although he was the head of the Morning Star Group, few people knew how he spent his nights, except for the drunkards who occasionally wandered to the docks.

For those drunkards, this young man with a face full of scars was a very competent stall owner. He could serve the best sake in all of Tokyo without having to worry about getting into a fight after getting drunk.

Because no one who comes here can beat him.

Seeing that the bald guys he had favored seemed to be losing ground, Xingyi swallowed the radish in his mouth and pulled out a knife from under the counter.

He took a deep breath, strapped the custom-made rubber knife to his waist, and gripped the hilt with one hand.

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Chapter 36 The Demon "Kiryu"

Cold Steel is renowned for its high-quality mass-produced edged weapons, but its unique training edged weapons with hard rubber inner linings are also exceptional.

Although Hoshigito is a top-tier yakuza and possesses numerous weapons, he rarely uses them himself, his most frequently used weapon being a simple black rubber longsword.

The knife has a steel internal structure, so it is hard enough to fight against real cold weapons. He loves it so much that he carries it with him at all times during his life as a snack stall owner.

He emerged from behind the stall; his dark suit and black longsword were not conspicuous, so no one noticed him except for the thug who had seen him earlier.

He looked around at the group of young people and smiled with satisfaction.

Yang Ping and the bald men were outnumbered. Although they managed to hold on temporarily with their relentless attacks, their stamina was being depleted too much, and they were now clearly at a disadvantage.

Hoshino gripped the hilt and drew the sword upwards, revealing a long, black blade. The matte finish of the blade emitted not a single glint of light. This rubber-coated longsword was at least two centimeters wide, and aside from the curve of the blade and some decorative patterns, it would be more accurate to call it a stick.

He held a knife in one hand and walked slowly forward, the delinquents so engrossed in the fight that they seemed completely unaware of his approach.

He wasn't in a hurry to prove that he was the master of this place; he simply raised his knife silently.

"Whoosh—" The black blade created a strong gust of wind in the air.

"Snapped!"

Then it struck a bad boy on the back, making a cracking sound like a whip.

"what!!!"

The idiot let out a scream and fell forward, writhing on the ground in agony. The burning pain in his back nearly shut down his brain, leaving him unable to comprehend what was happening.

Xingyiren raised his sword again and pointed it at the people nearby.

"Sorry, this is where I do business. Kids, can't we find somewhere else to fight?"

Hasebe, the leader, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the scarred man who had suddenly appeared, and scoffed. Although the man's fierce appearance was intimidating, his side had more people, so he shouted, "Hey, old man! Where did you come from?! Get lost!"

Xingyi pointed his knife at the tip of his nose: "Boy"

"Watch your words. I'm not that much older than you."

“And…” He stepped back on one foot, bent his arms and held the knife at eye level. In his field of vision, the tip of the knife moved from one side of his eyes to the front, pointing only at Hasebe’s throat: “I’ll say it again, this is where I do business.”

"Bastard! No matter how arrogant you are, you're still just a person! Die!"

One of the thugs was about to rush up and chop someone when Xingyiren was about to step forward when he saw the bald Yangping deliver a flying kick, sending the thug flying into the crowd.

Yangping stood there, panting heavily, holding a baseball bat in one hand, his face covered in bruises.

He first glared fiercely at the thugs, then looked at Xing Yiren, startled by the scars on his face, and said softly, "Ah, uncle... no, young man, please move away, we... we're not finished fighting yet, sorry to disturb your business."

Xingyi shrugged, then smiled and said, "You're right, the fight isn't over yet, so they won't be looking at us while they talk... Watch out behind you."

Yang Ping felt a chill run down his spine and quickly crouched down, a steel pipe grazing his bald head as it swung across him.

Yang Ping turned around and swept his leg, knocking the guy who had ambushed him to the ground. Then he went up and hit him on the arm, rendering him unable to fight.

He glanced gratefully at Xingyiren, then returned to the battle.

Xingyi seemed pleased with his swift reaction and joined the battle with his longsword.

The battle took a turn for the better with the arrival of Hoshino, a yakuza member who was no match for delinquents, not to mention that he was one of the strongest fighters in the yakuza world.

Xingyi's swordsmanship is somewhat strange, and cannot even be classified into any school. One moment he strikes with the speed of a dragon, and the next he flips his wrist and retracts the sword like a butterfly in flight, making it difficult to predict.

The black longsword moved like a phantom in his hands, the sound of its striking motion never ceasing. His wrist and fingers twisted and turned incessantly, each time he sheathed the sword, it was accompanied by a dazzling series of sword spins. No one could even see when the sword in his hand finally stopped.

He even had time to talk to Yang Ping: "Hey kid, what's your name?"