Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Nagai sighed deeply and lowered his gun: "Alright."

Kiryu-kun, I really lost to you... But...

He then looked up and smiled, "It's not bad to see a different side of Kiryu-kun."

Dou Tang didn't comment, but looked back and found that Huaiyin was no longer in the same place.

He looked around but couldn't find the three girls, which made him a little puzzled.

"Hey, where's Huaiyin?" Kume Chinatsu asked, puzzled.

Dou Tang frowned as he left the stall and looked around in the crowd. He was almost half a head taller than the passersby and could see half the street, but he still couldn't see Huaiyin.

He quickly took out his phone and dialed Huaiyin's number. The phone rang several times, but no one answered.

Just then, the sound of a motorcycle came from the other end of the street. Without thinking, a certain unknown premonition rose from his spine, driving his body to react.

He bent over and strode forward, piercing into the crowd like an arrow released from a bow. Then, he transformed into a soft ribbon, weaving swiftly through the gaps in the crowd. After two steps, the two people in front of the stall could no longer see him.

Passersby only felt a tall figure walk past them, and before they could turn around to take a closer look, they found that the person had disappeared into the crowd, and they could only see his head rapidly disappearing into the distance.

The motorcycle engine was still running, and you could faintly hear someone shouting. Tou Tang couldn't help but speed up, and his haori billowed like waves, making a whooshing sound as it caught the wind.

At the next intersection, he saw the source of the engine noise: several motorcycles circling in the middle of the road. The owners of the motorcycles were young people who didn't look very respectable. Vehicles were not allowed on the road designated as the festival night market street, and these people had obviously violated the rules.

Not to mention, two somewhat helpless girls were standing in the middle of the road. Ruizhi was protecting her younger sister behind her, but there was no sign of Huaiyin.

People around had already called the police, and the thugs were getting anxious, clearly unsure of how to end things.

Due to Japan's promotion and lack of regulation of certain negative cultural practices, delinquent youths are ubiquitous in the surrounding areas of small cities, such as Onijima, which has recently resurfaced in other wards of Tokyo.

Dou Tang strode forward, ignoring the "territory" deliberately marked out by the motorcycles circling back and forth, and walked directly into the circle.

"Hey, you bastard! Are you here to cause trouble?!"

One of the men on the motorcycle immediately shouted.

Dou Tang ignored them completely, went up to Rui Zhi, and asked, "Where is Huai Yin?"

"Uh, Huaiyin-chan, we let her run away...we sent her to ask for help."

Before Dou Tang could speak again, a shout came from outside the crowd: "Hey!"

It was the sound of the locust tree.

Dou Tang turned around and saw Huai Yin throwing a baseball bat that he had somehow gotten his hands on forward with all his might!

"elder brother!"

Dou Tang reached out and scooped up the haori, which twirled in the air before the baseball bat was in his hand.

He smiled, looked at Huaiyin, and shouted, "What's going on?!"

"Brother, don't hold back! They tried to talk to us but failed, so they're trying to use violence!" Huaiyin ran in with small, quick steps. These six or seven thugs just watched her come in without stopping her, as if they were certain that Dou Tang couldn't beat them all by himself.

Dou Tang pulled her into his arms, holding her with one arm and raising a baseball bat with the other.

"Why do I always run into such clueless people?" Dou Tang sighed.

Huaiyin seemed very excited; she couldn't wait to see Doutang show off her skills every day, and for Doutang's sake.

"Of course it's because I'm too cute! What's that saying again, 'Beauty is a curse'?" Huaiyin nestled in his arms and said coquettishly.

One of the delinquents yelled menacingly, "Hey, you bastard... we just wanted to chat, how about we go for a drive together?"

Dou Tang then carefully examined these flaws.

These delinquents in front of me don't look very old. The motorcycles they ride are nowhere near as flashy as those of the Tokyo biker gangs. They are all tanned from living by the sea, and they are quite muscular.

Dou Tang fixed his gaze on one of the blond-haired men; it was he who had just said those words.

With his baseball bat planted on the ground, Dou Tang raised his head and said, "I guess my classmate and sister have clearly rejected you, right? If that's the case, why are you still bothering me?"

The blond-haired man stopped his motorcycle, straightened the handlebars, crossed his arms, and said, "Hey kid, you're from out of town, aren't you?"

"We just wanted to invite them over for a chat, it's very common at our beach. You, with your fair skin, probably don't understand, right?"

Although that's what they said, judging from their expressions, it didn't seem like they just wanted to chat.

Dou Tang once again lamented that Japan's pickup culture had spawned a bunch of trash, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Fine, I'll reject them for them. Even if it's just chatting, it's unnecessary, understand?"

"You bastard?!" This blatant provocation instantly enraged these hot-tempered delinquents. The blond-haired guy glanced at the baseball bat in his hand, pulled out a steel pipe from the back seat, and pointed it at Dou Tang's nose: "You little brat, you want to fight, don't you?!"

Dou Tang let out a bored sigh, then looked at Huai Yin: "See that, Huai Yin?"

"Ok?"

Dou Tang gestured towards the blond-haired man with his chin: "These are the delinquents I told you about before. You think this kind of life is interesting?"

Honestly, of all the people I've ever met, delinquents are the most superficial and boring. Fighting with a group like that is a waste of time.

Mizue burst out laughing from behind, pulling Kanae along and saying, "Eh—could it be that Kiryu-kun is really a yakuza? He's even fought with delinquents before?"

"There was just a little hiccup before..."

Dou Tang smiled nonchalantly, but before he could finish speaking, a steel pipe came hurtling towards him with a whooshing sound!

He remained calm and took half a step back. The steel pipe grazed his nose, but he didn't even blink.

"Wow, a sneak attack? Is that a good idea?"

As Dou Tang spoke playfully, she raised her leg and delivered a sideways roundhouse kick to the motorcycle.

"This is not good..."

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the motorcycle, carrying the blond-haired man, veered to one side. The force was so great that the front of the motorcycle turned 45 degrees before crashing to the ground with him!

"Ah!!!" The blond-haired man screamed as half of his leg was pinned under the motorcycle!

Dou Tang spread his hands: "Friend, let's stop here. I advise you to take care of yourself."

Chapter 32 Under the Fireworks, Each with Their Own Thoughts

Seeing their companion get humiliated, the thugs next to them naturally wouldn't stand idly by. They immediately stopped the car and skillfully pulled out steel pipes and other weapons from the back seat. It seemed that these guys were habitual criminals from Kamogawa City.

Because of the large number of religious sects in Kamogawa City, there was no room for yakuza to develop, so these scoundrels became rampant and domineering.

Coupled with the typical outgoing and bold personality of people from the seaside, this group of delinquents were fearless in Kamogawa City.

However, they also understood that once they left Kamogawa City, they would be considered low-class, so they didn't bother to cause any more trouble.

But this guy is all alone, and he's so arrogant, constantly provoking me. How can I just swallow my anger?

Seeing the group of people rushing towards him, Dou Tang sighed and handed the baseball bat to Huai Yin.

"Take good care of your two older sisters." After giving these instructions, Dou Tang twisted his neck on the spot, and without even taking off the large haori that was somewhat restricting his movements, he went to greet them.

A steel pipe came flying at him. Dou Tang dodged it and simultaneously struck his opponent's ribs with his elbow. The single blow made the opponent gasp for breath, and the sharp pain in his ribs caused him to stagger back a few steps.

Dou Tang wouldn't be polite to these scumbags. Japan's social atmosphere has always been a problem, especially with these kinds of hooligans and scoundrels.

He raised his hand and slapped her.

"Snapped!"

The slap sent the man staggering, causing him to stumble a couple of steps to the side before collapsing to the ground, where he sat, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Having instantly dispatched one person, Dou Tang still stood tall in place, a mocking and playful sneer on his face. More and more normal human emotions were manifesting in him, and the sneer that appeared on his once stern face was even somewhat frightening.

Seeing this, the remaining few rushed forward together. Dou Tang's performance was so strong that these people forgot to check on the blond guy who was trapped under the motorcycle. Driven by fear, they decided to attack him.

Dou Tang suddenly raised his hand, and the wave-patterned haori made a muffled snap as it draped over his body like a shawl.

A pair of iron fists were extended, and the veins at the wrists bulged, exuding power just by looking at them.

Two steel pipes came hurtling towards him, but Dou Tang was not afraid. He dodged one by step and then threw a punch at the other.

"Hey!"

The fist was thrown from the side, which deflected the force from the front of the steel pipe, yet still managed to deflect it from the side.

He then raised his leg and kicked the other man in the chin with a loud thud, knocking him unconscious.

Bending down to dodge another steel pipe, Dou Tang, with a playful attitude, started playing a game of cat and mouse with the others.

Seeing how easily Toudou handled the situation, a strange look flashed in Ruizhi's eyes. She then whispered to Huaiyin, "Huaiyin, has Kiryu-kun practiced any kind of... martial arts?"

Martial arts?

In Japan, this word is rarely used, and it is generally used to specifically refer to various fighting techniques and styles that originated from China. The fact that this word can be used to describe fighting is itself quite telling.

But Huaiyin didn't seem to care. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Doutang, as if trying to memorize his every move. At the same time, she said, "Uh, um... I don't know either!"

Hearing this answer, Ruizhi was a little confused and pouted as she looked at Doutang.

With his arm taut, Dou Tang used his upper arm as a shield to block the attack from the side. Then, he relaxed instantly and lashed out diagonally downwards like a whip, striking the opponent's armpit with a chop, knocking back the force that had just been raised. Without even glancing at the opponent's grimacing face due to the pain in his armpit, he turned around to fight another person.

By this time, the people around had started cheering. Those who didn't have the courage to step forward and stop him could only applaud, as if watching a performance.

This annoyed Dou Tang, who immediately decided to end the farce as soon as possible.

Just then, a hard plastic BB pellet was fired from the crowd and hit one of the thugs in the leg.

"Ah!" The air gun was quite powerful, and the sudden stinging pain made him cry out in surprise.

Dou Tang kicked the person in front of him aside, looked at the crowd, and found that Chang Yichui was already standing at the front of the crowd, holding a gun, looking sharply at the people in the circle, his hands moving non-stop.

Although he didn't directly participate in the fight, his seriousness...

His gaze, however, made Dou Tang feel strange.

Sirens could be heard in the distance; it seemed the police had finally arrived.

Without further delay, Dou Tang suddenly bent down, his feather robe transforming into a whirlwind as he rushed into the defensive circle of the unruly guards, raising his hand to deliver a slap.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The slaps continued incessantly, and soon the remaining six people were knocked to the ground, sitting and covering their mouths, groaning in pain.

Dou Tang shook his head and slowly returned to Huai Yin's side.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

Suddenly, the heads of those people lolled to the side, and they all fainted in unison.

Suddenly realizing something, Dou Tang quickly went to the delinquents and began to search them.

When he touched the back of the neck, he squinted, crumpled what he felt into a ball, and took it out.

He opened his hand, and the black crumpled paper unfolded into a paper figure.

...Ito Raimoto.

That guy didn't die, and... he came knocking again.

Is this a signal that he already knows his identity?

Is it a warning, or something else?

Several policemen pushed through the crowd and walked in. Dou Tang's expression was uncertain as he silently put the paper figure into his pocket.

The police didn't make things too difficult for Dou Tang and his gang, since the troublemakers were local habitual offenders. Moreover, after receiving a phone call, the police became much more respectful towards Dou Tang.

The group gave a brief statement and left the police station, but more than an hour had already passed.

Walking along the street near the coastal highway, Dou Tang, with Huai Yin by his side, and a few others strolled along, enjoying the sea breeze.

"I never expected to encounter something like this..." Nagaibuki exclaimed.

Chinatsu Kume was still in the mood to joke, snuggling up to Toudou and saying, "Kiryu-kun just has this kind of constitution, the kind that attracts delinquents!"

Mizue pulled Kanae aside to thank her, but her smile was somewhat teasing. "However, if Kiryu-kun hadn't come, I really wouldn't know how to end this. I'll have to thank you properly later!"

For some reason, Dou Tang always felt that Rui Zhi's words had a hidden meaning.

"Whoosh-bang!"

Just then, a point of light rose from the distant seaside and then exploded in the air into a dazzling pale yellow firework.

"Ah, the fireworks show has started. What a pity..." Chinatsu Kume sighed.

"Isn't it nice to look at from here?" Dou Tang didn't seem to mind and pulled Huai Yin along as they continued walking.

As fireworks soared into the sky, the night had driven away the dim stars, and the dazzling galaxy formed by the fireworks surrounded the moon. Although it was fleeting, it left a momentary impression of light and shadow in the eyes.