As the night falls, this street is only 600 meters long and wide, but it is home to more than 4,000 folk and entertainment shops, with neon lights flashing and people coming and going.
Whether they are workers who have just got off work or young people who want to earn some pocket money, they all vent their stress and indulge in sexual activities on this confusing and lively street.
However, the famous Mach Bowling Alley on this street is different from the past and has put up a "closed for business" sign early.
Although it is only separated from the bustling streets by a wall, it feels like it is far away from the bustling city, and there is no warmth at all.
This is a man-made, dead spot in the city.
In the most spacious hall of Mach Bowling Alley, all the original bowling equipment has been sent to the warehouse.
Instead, what stood there was a surging crowd.
There are elites in suits and ties, and there are Yakuza with open arms and tattoos.
If an ordinary person accidentally walks here, it will be like entering another world.
"Let that little brat from the countryside see what Tokyo standards mean!"
"A mere third-rate 'Red Sand', do you still want to challenge the 'Bishamon' signboard?"
Money was dancing in the crowd, their pupils were bloodshot and their voices were hoarse, like irrational beasts.
In what can be described as a crazy scene, everyone's attention was focused on the open space in the center of the field.
There are three people in the open space, one is the referee, and the other two are contestants in tonight's "underground duel".
"Oh? Are you still a big sign? It's terrible!"
The black-haired young man, who was considered handsome even in Japanese entertainment circles, received interesting information from the roars of the crowd and chuckled with interest.
The other contestant standing opposite him was wearing a pair of fighting shorts and was about 1.9 meters tall. He had broad shoulders, a thick waist, abdomen, and neck.
Look at the muscles on his body that seem to burst the skin. He weighs at least 100kg.
The whole figure looks like an upright rectangular parallelepiped.
Even a layman who has only been exposed to fighting for a few days will know that this body type is not easy to mess with!
What caught the black-haired young man's attention the most were the palms that were so large that they affected his body proportions and movement coordination.
Considering that "Bishamon" is an underground fighting organization in Japan only under the "Ken Wan Kai" and "Purgatory", there should be no doubt about the strength of Black Snake as a big sign. This incongruity may be due to Maybe it's the opponent's advantage.
The black-haired young man observed his opponent. In the frantic atmosphere around him, and under his opponent's gaze as if he were looking at a dead person, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Sure enough... the battle is so interesting!
"If I were you, I wouldn't smile so happily."
The big man spoke expressionlessly.
And his eyes were still bone-chillingly cold.
"Of the 178 people who fought against me, only one-third left alive. Of those who left alive, another third committed suicide due to physical disability."
"It seems that you are very confident in your hanging skills. That's right, after all, your nickname is 'Snake'."
The black-haired young man grinned.
Seeing that the young man's expression did not change at all, but instead saw a happy smile, the man nicknamed "Black-spotted Snake" gradually became more murderous.
"'Bishamon' investigated you, Baidang Jing.
You started practicing martial arts at the age of eight in the countryside of Fukushima Prefecture. You studied very hard... no. I should say, you studied very fiercely, eager to become stronger like a hungry animal thirsting for food."
Having said this, the big man's expression finally changed.
Anyone can see in the information that when an eight-year-old child was practicing martial arts, he asked the coach to practice without leaving any hands, and then the next day, even though his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and he was limping, he still came to class, rain or shine. After the Nianji experience, you can’t calm down, right?
"I didn't join underground fighting until I came to Tokyo a year ago and joined underground fighting half a year ago. Although you have never lost since your debut, your opponents are just unknown people!
It’s not like a genius like Imai’s universe can pop out from anywhere!”
The big man's expression became calm again.
"Your fighting career ends today."
Bai Tangjing was not surprised by the leakage of his information.
He chuckled and squinted at the big man opposite him, "That's a lot of nonsense."
The blood vessels on the opposite head suddenly bulged.
"Both sides are in position!"
The referee's passionate voice sounded at the right time.
"'Red Sand' versus 'Bishamon', the final round of the team showdown, both sides are getting ready!"
The big man suppressed the anger in his heart, his face became more stern, he lowered his center of gravity, and huddled his huge hands on both sides of his head, assuming a posture similar to a grappling.
But looking at the stance of his feet, it looks a bit like a karate configuration.
Bai Tangjing stood sideways, with his arm facing the enemy at his waist and his other hand behind his chin.
Spread your legs apart, arch forward and mount back, in a fighting and alert pose.
As if unintentionally, his eyes glanced at his opponent's lower limbs. Without the obstruction of clothing, he could clearly see the knotted muscles on his legs.
It's not like a side kick or kick from the lower part can hit and destroy the center of gravity.
"Should I call it a big sign? It's starting to get interesting."
Before the official action, Bai Tangjing had already noticed that this opponent was different from the past.
"ready, go!"
The referee standing between the two men lowered his palm like a knife.
With this wave, it seemed as if the last thread of the tense nerve was cut off!
The big man rushed towards Baitang Mirror in an instant.
With his strong lower body strength and huge weight, his charge even brought up a gust of wind! The momentum was so fierce that it was like a car rushing towards him!