Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Mao Liang, who was pinned to the ground, gagged and gritted his teeth, glancing sideways at Dou Tang.

Seeing her gaze, Dou Tang suddenly found it amusing, so he let go of her and continued to stand there staring at her, seemingly curious about what other tricks she might have up her sleeve.

It's like... a predator toying with its prey.

Mao Liang clutched her arm as she got up from the ground, swaying precariously. It seemed that the successive injuries were making it difficult for her to continue, and she was now showing signs of exhaustion.

"You're really...you have a terrible temper. You might as well just give me a quick death and kill me!"

Dou Tang didn't reply, of course he couldn't reply in his current state, he just stretched out his dragon claw and pointed at the crown on Mao Liang's head, indicating that she should use the power of the crown.

Mao Liang understood his meaning and said with some uncontrollable anger, "A win is a win, do you still want to humiliate me?!"

She's so hard to communicate with... Maybe I should just kill her. Even if I kill her, I can still search her soul to get the information I want, and the crown will still be mine.

Dou Tang made up his mind, strode forward, and walked toward the trembling buttercup.

He advanced, and Mao Liang retreated, until Mao Liang was completely backed to the edge of the building, shivering in the cold rain.

Dou Tang folded its wings, which tucked behind it like a cape. If one had to say, the half-human, half-dragon Bean Man had a demon king-like aura at this moment, while the swaying Mao Liang in the wind and rain became a desperate hero, exuding an indescribable pitifulness.

Dou Tang reached out and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up completely.

"Ugh, hoo..." Mao Liang struggled, her face flushed, kicking Dou Tang repeatedly, but all her efforts were in vain.

When he realized that his resistance was futile, Maolang forced a smile.

"Truly powerful... beyond imagination, Mr. Ren... We'll meet again next time. Next time, I'll make proper preparations and treat you well."

Chapter 50 Escape, Ending

After she finished speaking, the crown on her head emitted an even brighter light than before, so dazzling that Dou Tang couldn't help but close his eyes.

Even so, he tightened his grip and snapped the succubus's neck in his hand.

The feeling of being snapped was incredibly real. Dou Tang was certain that the person in his hand was dead beyond any doubt. The weight of a dead person was completely different from that of a living person.

As the light faded, he opened his eyes and looked at the corpse in front of him.

The corpse had lifeless eyes, and the crown on its head had disappeared without a trace.

In the center of the corpse's body, there was a large hole. The hole was so large that it was clear that all of the corpse's internal organs had long since disappeared. No blood flowed out of the empty abdominal cavity, as if the corpse had lost its internal organs long ago.

No souls were collected, nor were crowns obtained.

I missed it...

It's this again.

The unfolding of this cicada's molting process deeply troubled Dou Tang.

The people I've encountered lately are all unable to confront me head-on, but these guys are all incredibly fast runners. First, there was the soulless gift-giver, then the soulless, brainless monk, and now there's this Maolang who can escape from my senses.

This Mao Liang, from the start of the fight until now, has really shown nothing remarkable except for her martial arts skills. Could it be that this "golden cicada shedding its shell" method is her only reliance?

Dou Tang casually tossed the corpse in his hand to the ground. There was no resentment or clues on the body, Dou Tang was quite certain of.

Manipulating corpses? Or possession or something? In any case, a rather troublesome crown target has appeared. Dou Tang kept a close eye on Mao Liang in his mind, determined to figure it out next time they met and find a way to snatch her crown.

Putting aside his thoughts, Tou Tang looked out over the entire Shinjuku district from a high vantage point.

The sound of rain was mixed with noise, and strange lights flashed from time to time in the dim city in the distance. Dou Tang knew that it was the battlefield between the Bald Group and the Morning Star Group.

Now that the threat from the monsters has been eliminated, we can go and help them.

Dou Tang leaped off the tall building, his body plummeting towards the ground. After falling more than ten meters, he suddenly spread his wings, enveloped in a barrier that ordinary people could not see through, and headed into the distance.

Shinjuku Ward remained silent in the cold rain. Tonight, no discordant voices would be heard. The ward, tacitly approved by the authorities, would simply keep quiet about the matter until tomorrow morning. The destruction of Kouin-shou and the evidence of his evil deeds would then become a triumph for the authorities.

He didn't care about Dou Tang's affairs. He simply flew to the busiest area of ​​buildings, stopped on the top of a building, and transformed into human form after the dreamlike light particles dissipated.

He has become increasingly adept at switching between Fall Guy and human. In the past, Dou Tang regarded the Fall Guy form as a special transformation, but now he deeply understands that the Fall Guy is another version of himself.

He opened the rooftop door and walked downstairs.

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"Yangping! Get out of the way!"

Yangping heard his companion shouting beside him, but it was too late.

A spiked baseball bat pierced the rain and swung towards him. He had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as a bald man next to him pushed him aside and took the blow with his back.

The baseball bat of the member of the Jueyin Shouwu team was removed from his back, leaving streaks of blood in its wake; the hideous spikes were covered with scarlet marks.

Yang Ping's eyes turned red, and he charged towards the steel pipe, striking the enemy in the face with the stick and knocking him unconscious.

For high school students, taking action against Yakuza is undoubtedly irrational. Since the start of the battle, Yohei has been surprised to find that it often takes two people to defeat a member of the Kujira-no-Kami.

Not to mention those guys also had weapons and precious candy pills.

The Morning Star Group took on most of the battles, while the bald delinquents only needed to clean up some small groups scattered in Shinjuku. However, even the scattered small groups of Kokuon-Kujira members caused quite a bit of trouble.

This battle made the members of the Bald Gang realize for the first time that, in the real adult world, they were nothing, even though they were already a group of delinquents who had begun to take shape.

A mere surge of courage might seem enough to defeat ruthless enemies in the short term, but these delinquent youths have never experienced bloody violence before. Such life-or-death battles are so memorable and shatter many people's worldviews.

Yangping hugged his companion who was falling towards him, gritting his teeth. Raindrops streamed down his bald head and into his eyes, blurring his vision.

A dozen or so bald men were fighting in the street, attacking the enemies who had escaped from the Morning Star Group's encirclement. Many of them were already wounded, but they still showed no sign of giving up the fight.

All the members here are Yangping's most trusted partners and brothers, and also Nozaki So's good friends.

Perhaps these flawed acts of "brotherhood" will be the most embarrassing dark history they will have to talk about when they grow up, but at this moment, they are a heavy bond that they cannot ignore.

Yangping took a deep breath, licking the raindrops from the corner of his mouth to moisten his throat. Looking at his comrades who were still fighting, he felt his blood boiling. Even though his fingertips were slightly numb, it was just an encouragement, urging him to keep fighting.

After handing his companion over to the others, Yangping grabbed the steel pipe and continued charging forward.

But as soon as he started walking, he bumped into someone's arms.

He instinctively raised the stick in his hand, but someone grabbed his wrist.

Yangping looked up and found herself in the arms of a tall, cold-faced man.

Dou Tang frowned slightly as he looked at the boy covered in injuries.

"Kiryu-nii-san..." Yohei called out, his lips trembling.

"Take a break."

Dou Tang said something in a low voice, then snatched the steel pipe from his hand and pushed him backward. Yang Ping's two henchmen immediately caught him.

Yang Ping wanted to say something, but he saw that Dou Tang had already turned around and walked towards the area of ​​the melee without looking back.

"Yangping-ge...you should take a rest!"

His henchman shouted, and Yang Ping shook his head, his vision blurring.

In the blurry vision, Dou Tang, with his back to me, holding a stick in one hand, hunched over, rushed into the crowd.

A sliver of blue light appeared in his blurry vision. Upon seeing that light, Yang Ping's nerves, which had been taut all night, finally relaxed.

Come.

Only then did he realize with surprise that he had actually suffered a lot of injuries, his high school uniform was torn to shreds, and all the pain and itching on his body came rushing out at once, making him wince in pain.

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Yangping was injured, but that wasn't the main point. The main point was that the Bald Group, which he had built from scratch, gained valuable experience in this battle.

Dou Tang intended to train them, and he knew he couldn't fight alone. But when he actually got these bald guys who called him "Big Brother" into the battle, Dou Tang realized that he was indeed not suited to be a leader.

Dou Tang cares too much about others.

He could cruelly perform rituals to release the souls of an entire village of innocent people, yet he would also deeply remember this experience in his heart. He could use extremely brutal or extremely lenient methods to win over delinquent youths to his cause, but he would also feel uneasy about directing them.

In other words, Dou Tang hadn't felt the joy of having others do things for him for a long time. He always did things himself, and when he saw these delinquent teenagers fighting for him until they were covered in wounds, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

With a cold face, Dou Tang rushed into the crowd, his sticks whistling through the air.

Chapter 51: The Curtain Falls for Now

The cold rain fell all night.

By the latter half of the night, both the remnants of the Headless Gang and the Morning Star Group were exhausted. The tense atmosphere in Shinjuku gradually dissipated, and the blood and grime flowed into the sewers along with the rainwater, washing away the traces of the fight that had been left on several streets.

With Dou Tang's help, the Bald Guys quickly ended the battle. By dawn, the group of bald guys had helped each other retreat to the warehouse set up by the Morning Star Group to rest and get bandaged up.

This time, the bald group sent more than thirty people, and without exception, they were all injured. It was fortunate that no one was seriously injured, considering that these teenagers were facing off against desperate criminals in the underworld.

With their fighting spirit and numerical advantage, the bald-headed delinquents won, but the final victory was anything but joyful.

Although they only defeated a dozen or so fleeing members of the Juyin Shouwu sect, the scarlet eyes of those people who went mad after swallowing the Baoyu sugar pills were so impressive and unsettling, making them even more wary and afraid of the strange, bluish-green pills.

If those pills continue to spread, even the Toshima Ward where these delinquents live will likely be affected.

The boys, still shaken, leaned on each other to rest, gulping down water to regain their strength while whispering about the night's adventures and encounters.

A somber light shone through the warehouse's skylight; the weather was about to turn cool.

Dou Tang stood on the high shelf, looked at the delinquents resting beside him, and nodded.

After his wound was bandaged, Yohei sat cross-legged next to him. "Kiryu-nii... I'm sorry, we disappointed you."

Dou Tang handed him a bottle of water and smiled, "What's there to be disappointed about?"

Yangping scratched his head, his face covered in bandages and his body wrapped in bandages. Although it was an embarrassing scratch, the pain from the other side still made him grimace.

"Because... the brothers couldn't help much. Even the ones who slipped through the net, we almost couldn't stop them... and so many of the brothers were injured, some of them have already been sent to the hospital."

Dou Tang gave a deep "hmm," but then asked, "Yang Ping, why do you think those people who are headless and have no voices are so powerful?"

Yangping took a sip of water, his eyes darting around, and then asked in confusion, "Because...they are adults?"

Dou Tang shook his head in denial, hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to reveal something to them: "Yangping, what do you think of Baoyu's sugar pills?"

Yang Ping said, "Isn't it just a kind of... um... drug? Like a stimulant?"

Dou Tang shook his head.

"Yangping... I have something to tell you. First... answer me a question."

Dou Tang looked at Yang Ping and gently asked, "Do you believe in the existence of demons and monsters in this world?"

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After daybreak, Dou Tang and the members of the Morning Star Group settled the bald delinquents and went to the place where Xingyi was resting.

The Morning Star Group has a hotel in Shinjuku Ward as a base, which becomes their resting place after battles.

Dou Tang took the elevator to the top floor and discovered that Xing Yiren really liked the top floor location, whether it was his base in Shibuya or here, it was always the top floor of the building.

All the rooms on the top floor had their doors wide open, and the smell of blood and damp clothes filled the air. Suppressed cries of pain could be heard from time to time, indicating that many members of the Morning Star Group were also injured.

In this era, large-scale battles between yakuza groups are extremely rare. The fact that the Morning Star Group is willing to expend so much effort to fight against the Headless Soul is itself a risk.

It is foreseeable that the Morningstar Group will face many troubles for a long time to come.

Dou Tang arrived at a suite at the end of the corridor, pushed open the door and went in. After passing through the suite's living room, he entered the bedroom and saw Xing Yi sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off, letting his underlings bandage his wounds.

"They've arrived? How's the situation?"

At this moment, Xingyi was covered in sweat, his face was pale and his lips were blue. It was clear that he was exhausted after a whole night of fighting.

Dou Tang replied, "They were killed, but not completely."

星义

The man gave a wry smile: "What do you mean?"

"That monster used a method I don't understand to escape, and its corpse wasn't of much value, but it did give me some information." Dou Tang stroked his chin and frowned, "How's the Morning Star Group doing?"

"We certainly suffered setbacks, but we also gained a lot. Overall, the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, and the cooperation was pleasant."

Xing Yiren extended his hand, and Dou Tang nodded as he shook hands with him. The two then smiled at each other.

Xingyi continued, "Besides, it's not for any profit, but to get these bastards who are up to no good behind the scenes to leave this area completely and to ensure peace on the streets."

Dou Tang nodded: "This should have been the official job."

Xingyi understood the dissatisfaction in his words, but simply shook his head: "The yakuza sometimes do things that the authorities can't do. The men will never know how ordinary people can live a better life."

Dou Tang remained silent.

After a long while, Xingyi finished bandaging the wound, wiped the sweat from his face, and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Dou Tang looked at the still gloomy sky outside the window and said, "Let's go home."