Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Ah... I really did make that.

Horrible... Am I that scary? Dou Tang frowned, thinking.

"Ah! Kiryu-kun, I'm not saying anything bad about you, you're the kind of guy who's fierce but also very handsome! You're really handsome!"

Listening to Chinatsu Kume talking nonstop, Tou Tang smiled. He could indeed hear the concern that Chinatsu Kume had for him.

But then Chinatsu Kume said, "Okay, okay, I'm not talking anymore, Kiryu-kun. I'm still filming the commercial, it's so troublesome... But this commercial might be displayed on some streets in Ikebukuro! I have to do my best... Okay, I'm hanging up now!"

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, goodbye."

Dou Tang hung up the phone.

Chapter 77 Fanatical Fan Yangping

Meanwhile, Yangping and his friends were buying lunch at a convenience store.

They should have gone to school today, but after being refused by Dou Tang, Yang Ping decided to take his underlings to get haircuts first.

At this moment, everyone... had their heads shaved.

Yangping scratched his head, ate fried noodles and bread, and said self-deprecatingly, "Hey, what do you think about calling us the Bald Group from now on?"

His younger brother shook his head, saying, "No, no, no, no, Brother Yangping, stop fooling around..."

A dozen or so bald men squatted in a row along the convenience store, a truly eye-searing sight.

Yangping sighed, "Sigh, I wonder how Kiryu-nii is doing at school. It's a real shame, he doesn't seem willing to take us underlings."

The younger brother asked curiously, "Brother Yangping, if Brother Kiryu doesn't want to take us in, why do we still have to shave our heads? Wouldn't it be better to just continue doing what we were doing before?"

Yang Ping looked at his younger brother as if he were an idiot, and sighed again.

"Let me ask you, can you take on more than a hundred people by yourself?"

The younger brother shook his head: "How is that possible... One against a hundred? It's not some urban legend."

Yangping looked at the bright sun and said, "Yeah, it's not some urban legend... but Kiryu-san is that kind of person, he's a living urban legend! That day, the entire Oni Island gathered together, more than a hundred people on motorcycles... and he took them all down by himself!"

The younger brother seemed to recall the riots that swept through Tokyo and Ikebukuro that night. He shrank back, still shaken, and said, "The whole of Ikebukuro was in complete chaos that day... Brother Yangping, is that all true?"

"What good would it do me to lie? Idiot!" Yang Ping munched on his bread, his eyes full of longing. "Such a powerful person, yet he still goes to school every day! He doesn't seem to want to be the boss, nor does he want to hang out with delinquents like us... Sigh, doesn't someone like that make you feel disillusioned?"

"Disillusionment?" the younger brother asked, puzzled. "What disillusionment?"

"The disillusionment of a bad dream!" Yang Ping stood up, threw the bread wrapper into the trash can, waved his hand, and his underling...

They all threw away their trash, and the group of bald guys followed Yang Ping toward the park.

As they walked, Yangping said, "Dominating high schools, crushing neighboring schools, even becoming the overlord of all high schools in western Beijing... wasn't that the dream we had when we first became delinquents?"

"When I first joined Onigashima, I humbly begged the big brother to help me, and rode my motorcycle through Tokyo at night... At that time, I really felt that the whole city belonged to us."

A group of bald guys exuded an aura of "keep away" and looked like a group of martial monks in high school uniforms. They sat down on the grass in the park, and Yangping yawned.

These underlings were his good brothers from Suzuki High School; if he said one thing, they would never say another.

When he joined Onigashima, this group of people cried their eyes out, all wishing him to make a name for himself in the biker gang, since high school delinquents were still a level below biker gangs.

But now... how ridiculous, a biker gang of over a hundred people has completely disappeared because of just one person.

He continued, "But what happened that night really destroyed all my dreams. My dream of dominating the biker gang in Saitama Prefecture, my dream of returning to Ikebukuro in Tokyo, all of it turned into bubbles and was crushed by Kiryu-san's punch after punch."

He took the cigarette offered by his underling and continued as if telling a story: "So all my bad dreams have been shattered. Look, even someone as strong as Kiryu-san is studying hard. What kind of rubbish can we, who just drift along, possibly achieve?"

If Kiryu Todo were here, he would definitely be speechless.

No... have all the bad kids learned to reform themselves these days?

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat Kiryu-nii. No matter how many underlings you have, they're no match for Kiryu-nii."

"You probably don't know this, but everyone who was defeated by Kiryu that night only took one punch from him! Just one punch was enough to knock them out!"

Yangping's eyes shone with excitement, and he was spitting excitedly as Kiryu Toudou completely overturned all his understanding of the world that night in the parking lot.

"Ah! How powerful!" he exclaimed.

Looking at the guy in front of them who couldn't stop talking about Kiryu, the group of underlings helplessly scratched their heads.

However, just as he said, it's certain that disillusionment would arise after learning about everything Kiryu Toudou has done. Isn't the ultimate goal of a delinquent high school? But Kiryu Toudou's sudden emergence shattered everyone's dream of domination.

Just as the underlings were confused and didn't know what Yangping was up to, the sound of motorcycles suddenly rang out outside the park.

One motorcycle after another drove straight into the park and drove up to some tents not far away. Although the group of people were not wearing the special attack uniforms of a biker gang, they could be identified as people from Onigashima from the decorations on their motorcycles.

Oh, I should say it's the former Oni Island.

Yangping frowned.

Several masked thugs got off the motorcycle, weighed the baseball bats in their hands, and came to the tent.

At that moment, the homeless people were busy cooking and were startled when they saw this group of people coming over aggressively.

"Damn it! Hand over the girl you attacked that day!" one of them shouted.

“Brother Yangping, he’s from Ghost Island!” the underling exclaimed.

"Hmm..." Yang Ping responded, recognizing several of the people among them.

What do you mean? Have the people of Ghost Island stooped so low as to bully homeless people?

Although he was a hoodlum, Yang Ping still knew a thing or two about right and wrong. He stood up and said, "Wait here, I'll go take a look."

"Okay... Yangping, be careful, they look really fierce." One of the underlings seemed a little afraid of these biker gang members.

Yangping strode forward. Someone in the biker gang saw him, paused for a moment, then recognized him and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, holy crap, Yangping! Yangping, is that you? Why are you shaved your head!"

Yang Ping chuckled and asked, "What are you all doing here? We've lost touch since that night."

One of the bikers came over, put his arm around his shoulder, laughed loudly, and dragged him to the motorcycle: "Hahaha, don't even mention it, Oni Island doesn't exist anymore! We're just having some fun!"

Looking for fun?

Although Yangping was smiling, he was already feeling a little strange.

A biker walked up, grabbed a golf club and swung it, knocking over a gas stove on the ground. The pot on the stove fell over, spilling soup all over the ground.

Yangping began to frown.

"Hey sir, hand over the girl who did the dirty work that night! Or don't blame us for being impolite—we'll use your tent to wipe the engine oil, you hear me?!"

The biker gang surrounded the tents, their motorcycle engines roaring. Yang Ping found himself somewhat uncomfortable with the strong smell of gasoline.

"That, that little girl went out! Even if she were here, she wouldn't be handed over to you!" The homeless man said stubbornly, his neck stiff, after being turned against him, but he seemed a bit fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

Yang Ping took a deep breath and said, "Brothers, picking a fight with a homeless person... isn't that just too tasteless?"

Upon hearing this, the biker next to him raised an eyebrow, hissed, and reached out to pinch Yang Ping's face without any hesitation.

Although Yangping was the leader of the delinquents at his former school, in the eyes of the biker gang, he was just a newcomer. His harsh words at this moment were obviously very infuriating.

Yang Ping regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth, but... how should I put it?

Damn, why does it feel so good?

Chapter 78 Let's fight! Why did a strange thing break in?

"Yangping, how dare you say that what the older brothers did was wrong?" The leader of the biker gang looked at Yangping with displeasure and patted his face.

If I had to say, every group has its good and bad. Even among biker gangs and delinquents, there are many who are loyal and even chivalrous. Yohei is one of those people. That's why he was assigned to pick up Kiryu Toudou as soon as he arrived on Onigashima, because he was reliable.

The group in front of us was different. It was obvious that after leaving Ghost Island, these people had become the kind of thugs who would randomly cause trouble and extort money from people on the street, and were stupid and wicked without any bottom line.

Yang Ping lowered his head and remained silent, but his eyes darted back and forth between the terrified homeless people and the arrogant biker gang.

He gritted his teeth, and the image of Dou Tang standing in the middle of the parking lot flashed through his mind.

Why did he let him go back then? Yangping still hasn't figured it out. Kiryu Toudou destroyed everything for him, but it also allowed him to return to his original school.

His own brothers were watching right behind him, watching these biker gang members bully a group of homeless people.

Is he even a man?

It's a very simple idea. Yangping is still a high school student. Even if he's a delinquent, he still has a clear sense of right and wrong. He hasn't been infected by the bastard nature of biker gangs who take pleasure in others' mischief.

"Fuck you!" he roared, tilting his head back forcefully.

A monk's head covered in stubble slammed down on the biker's face.

With a sharp "thud," the biker nearly fell backward, blood gushing from his nose. He clutched his nose, his eyes red from the impact, and roared, "Damn it! Yangping, have you gone mad?!"

Yang Ping's forehead was flushed red, and he gritted his teeth fiercely. He kicked the man, knocking him to the ground, and cursed, "Bastard! What kind of skill is it to bully people! Come and fight me!"

A biker gang member next to him didn't hold back and swung his baseball bat down, knocking Yang Ping to the ground when he wasn't prepared.

"Brother Yangping!" Upon seeing this, the bald men in the distance quickly stood up from the grass and ran over.

He was knocked to the ground, his back throbbing with pain, but Yangping's eyes were only on the biker gangster who had slapped him in the face. He staggered to his feet and kicked him again. The biker gangster cried out in pain, dropped the steel pipe in his hand, and curled up on the ground.

Yang Ping ducked to avoid a blow from the side, picked up a steel pipe from the ground, turned around and struck someone's arm with it.

"You bastard Yangping, are you fucking crazy?!" The bikers around cursed and got off the bikes. The monk-headed thugs rushed over, and the skinny guy in the lead kicked one of the bikers with a flying knight kick, sending him flying to the back of the biker.

Just as Yang Ping was about to call out to someone, he was struck in the face with a stick, causing him to fall backward and into the arms of his underling.

But he didn't forget to keep shouting, "Beat them! Beat them!"

The two sides immediately started fighting. Yang Ping covered his head and gasped for breath. He couldn't explain why he suddenly decided to fight, but... but seeing the homeless people trembling with fear and no weapons made him uncomfortable.

I joined Ghost Island to make a name for myself; what kind of reputation is it to bully homeless people?

The scene was chaotic. There were more thugs than bikers, but the bikers each had a stick and surrounded several motorcycles, resulting in a stalemate between the two sides.

Yang Ping, his face covered in blood and holding a stick, flipped over a motorcycle, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his undershirt, and struck his target with the stick, saving a henchman who was struggling to defend himself.

The younger brother seized the opportunity to kick the other man in the groin, and in the process snatched the stick. He then struck the man on the back with ruthless force, knocking him to the ground.

Yangping was about to nod when he felt a sharp pain in his back; he had been struck again with a stick.

"Yangping, die!" The person behind him kicked him again, and Yangping staggered forward a few steps and almost fell.

People inside the tents fled one after another, motorcycles were kicked to the ground, and the sounds of steel pipes and baseball bats hitting each other filled the air. The battle between the bald man and the biker gang slowly unfolded, with shouts filling the sky.

In the midst of the chaos, no one noticed a small man walking towards the park entrance.

The person was wearing a gray-black cloak and was petite; she was the short girl who had fought off the biker gang that day.

Seeing the chaos in the park, she quickly jumped in, throwing the plastic bag she was carrying on the ground, scattering empty bottles all over the place.

She carried two long, bulging bundles on her back; as she ran, the strips of cloth slowly unraveled, resembling two black sticks.

Without saying a word, she reached out and drew her weapon, striking the two sticks together with a resounding hum.

She charged into the battlefield like a silent wolf, her weapon striking a man's calf without hesitation.

"Ah!!" The biker cried out in pain, and the man fell to his knees. The girl deftly flicked her wrist and continued forward, rushing toward her next target.

The next target is... Yangping.

She didn't seem to recognize friend from foe! She thought it was two groups of thugs fighting in the park, which had spilled over into the homeless people's territory!

Yangping was startled

He jumped, quickly raising the stick in his hand to block, while shouting, "Wait! Wait!"

He seemed to realize that this girl was most likely the person the biker gang was looking for.

"I am not the enemy! I am an ally, an ally!"

However, the girl didn't understand Japanese at all, and she hit her with the stick.

"Thud!!"

Yangping raised his hands to defend, but the power coming from the stick was beyond human capabilities; he almost couldn't support himself even with both hands gripping the stick.

What kind of incredible strength is that!

The bald men couldn't stop the bikers, and many of them were already lying on the ground groaning. Those bikers who were now free to fight saw the girl and immediately flew into a rage, rushing over.

They didn't care whether the enemy was a little girl or not.

The girl sensed something was wrong and noticed that the bald men were at a disadvantage. She clicked her tongue and the two heavy, black sticks swung around, making a sound like an animal's howl, as if a deep-voiced tiger was roaring.

She twirled the stick, lowered her center of gravity, and flicked at the steel pipe attacking in front of her.

With a soft "ding," the biker gang was shocked. The steel pipe in their hands was knocked away, and their hands even trembled.

Before he could react, another black stick was already at his knees.