For Bai Tang Jing, after transferring to Tokyo, boxing in "Red Sand" was just to repay a favor.
After all, without the help of the Yuanshan Group behind "Red Sand", it would be a bit confusing for an adopted school-age child to maintain extremely high-intensity martial arts training for years, almost to the point of calling the police for child abuse. It’s a fantasy.
However, after winning the team battle against "Bishamon" this time, his relationship with the Toyama-gumi was finally repaid.
As agreed, you can stay or go as you wish.
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Walking out of Mach Bowling Alley, the hustle and bustle of Kamurocho and the underground fighting separated by a wall seem to be two different worlds.
As we walked straight along, the cool evening breeze cooled the hot blood in our bones.
A thick stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi was slapped in the palm of his hand. Shiroko curled his lips and put it into his backpack. He took out a pair of black-framed flat glasses and put them on, and then messed up the back of his ear-length hair.
After a while, his whole personality changed drastically.
Jeans, Martin boots, a light-colored jacket and a backpack. Bai Tangjing, who is tall, wearing glasses and with messy hair, is no different from a college student on the roadside.
"Is it already eleven o'clock?"
Bai Tangjing took out her mobile phone and looked at it, preparing to go home.
The place where he lived was not close to Kamurocho, so he planned to walk two more blocks to a place with a lot of traffic and take a taxi back directly.
As he was walking, a melodious ringtone rang. Baido Ke looked at the [Takayuki Yagami] displayed on his phone and smiled. On the caller ID screen was a man who looked exactly like Takuya Kimura.
Answered the call.
"Hey! Mr. Rich! Are you bothering me?"
Before Bai Tangjing could say hello, the other end of the phone started to speak word by word. First, there was a gnashing of teeth teasing.
He didn't take it seriously. After all, although it wasn't a fatal friendship, they could still be considered friends.
"Didn't you, the detective, happen to be in Fukushima to investigate some case? I used to be a lawyer, so I entrusted it to you."
"Hi Yi! Hi Yi! You damn winner in life. Thank you for your patronage. Thanks to your 50 million US dollars of strong funds! I didn't bother you. You are now out of the relationship with your adoptive family and you are a loner. .
...If you ask me, with your money-making skills and funds, why should you go to the Law Department of Tokyo University? Do you still want to give up business and join politics?"
Bai Tangjing smiled, feeling the envy and complaints on the other end of the phone.
This was one of the reasons for entrusting him. Even if such a large amount of money was placed in front of this man, he who was proficient in legal procedures could make a lot of money by just making a few detours.
But as long as the money is not in line with the morality in his heart, he will never touch it at all.
As for what he said about giving up business and joining politics? Or giving up fighting and focusing on politics and business?
impossible.
The young man pushed up his glasses and his smile faded.
Ever since he received the orders from the Clay Bodhisattva at the age of eight, the child who was sentenced to death by fate has been pursuing any power that humans can master like crazy.
——Money, power and boxing.
The instructions given by the Clay Bodhisattva were so general and terrifying that it was impossible to make any targeted preparations.
But for a person who is facing the abyss, if he cannot make targeted preparations, should he just let that bitch of fate have its way?
If the eight years of continuous martial arts training gave Bai Tangjing the greatest gift, it would probably be that... he forgot how to "give up".
So a child appeared who was fighting in various martial arts schools in the countryside, saving money, and taking into account his academic performance at the same time to prepare for entering the political world.
He became a nightmare that all local peers did not want to mention.
The two chatted on the phone for a while and then hung up.
Baidang Jing could vaguely feel that Yagami Takayuki still had something to ask, but if the other party didn't say anything, he wasn't going to say anything.
On the other side of the phone, in a hotel in Fukushima.
Yagami, who looked like Takuya Kimura, looked at the hung up phone in trance.
Next to him is a man with a Chinese character face, wearing a floral shirt and a flamboyant white suit. At first glance, he looks like a man from a Yakuza background.
That was his friend and partner of Yagami Detective Agency, Masashi Kaito.
He stuffed a small snack into his mouth and looked at Iori, who was fascinated.
"Aaron, didn't you say before that you wanted to ask about his adoptive parents?
When the two of us took the paperwork and money and explained to them that the custody relationship was void, our expressions were as if... we were as happy as if we had finally sent away the evil god alive."
After hearing this, Yagami still looked at the phone intently and took a deep breath.
"No, no need.
Although the contact can't be considered too much, that boy... no! That man will not do anything that offends his conscience."
"Well...it's rare that you evaluate someone like this.
I hope so, after all, the two of us have seen a lot of people who look like dogs but are indifferent to humans."
Haiteng stuffed another small snack into his mouth. He didn't doubt Iori's judgment, he was just being stubborn out of habit.
But Yagami Takayuki, who took back his phone, turned to look at him and said solemnly.
"Brother Haiteng, you will know it when you meet him.
That guy who turned 16 today...is a real man.
I guarantee it with my detective career!”
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But in Tokyo, Shirodo Kagami was walking towards the bustling traffic area, but stopped when he passed by a deep alley.
"I've been following you for a long time, come out."
From the surrounding darkness, the sound of footsteps began to approach.
Mixed with the sound of vicious tongue snapping and the sound of iron scraping against the road.
Like a pack of hunting wolves, many people emerged from the darkness around the Baitang Mirror.
They stared eagerly at the black-haired boy surrounded by them.
"Hey! You, the Yuanshan Group, are going to lift the last fig leaf of 'Red Sand' and come to the stage?"
Even though he was surrounded by a group of strong men with malicious intentions and armed with murderous weapons, Bai Tangjing's tone remained calm and he spoke as if he were greeting an acquaintance.
In response, from the depths of the deep alley, a tall shadow separated from the crowd and came under the moonlight.
He was a man with a shaved head and a fierce appearance.
"What do you mean by 'you'? When did you become so divided, Jing?"
After the tall figure spoke, the whispers around him suddenly disappeared, which showed his prestige.
"Don't tell me that we are very familiar with each other, Mingxiang from the distant mountains.
According to the agreement, after I help "Red Sand" gain a foothold in Tokyo, we will owe nothing to the Toyama Group.
This is an agreement between me and your father, Toyama Hideki. There are two copies of the agreement. If you have forgotten it, do you want to read it now?
It also has your father’s bloody handprint on it.”
Bai Tangjing remained calm, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and raised his backpack to signal to Yuanshan Mingxiang.
"I don't care about those bullshit promises!"
Yuan Shan Mingxiang rubbed his head, his eyes half-smiling but not smiling like a hungry beast.
"During this period, the underground fighting world has been turbulent! Who of the fighters of your level would be so foolish as to let go!
...And, you also received the business card of ‘Bishamon’, right?”