The King of Beasts Puts Him to the Test

"Smack!"

Serizawa Tamao's hand reaching for the lunchbox was mercilessly slapped away by Sing Sing Chow.

"Are you robbing me?" Sing Sing glared at him. "If you want to eat, go buy it yourself! Don't you know how expensive pork is these days!"

Serizawa looked at his reddened hand; the force behind that slap was not something an ordinary student could muster.

He raised his head, and his once languid eyes revealed a wild and aggressive glint in them.

"Interesting..."

After saying that, Serizawa swung his right fist and, using the twist of his waist, aimed straight for Sing Sing's nose!

The punch was powerful and heavy, and the wind it generated even blew Old Zhou's bangs, prompting Mitsuhashi next to him to shout "Siguoyi!"

Sing Sing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Realizing that the other party had no intention of killing him, he began to consider how much force he should use.

What if I lose control and turn the King of Beasts into a vegetable?

Holding the lunchbox in his left hand, he casually clenched his right fist and met Serizawa's punch head-on.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a visible shockwave emanated from the point where the two fists clashed.

Serizawa's entire arm jolted, and he involuntarily took half a step back.

He shook his aching wrist, his wildness intensifying in his eyes, and grinned at Sing Sing: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Mitsuhashi and Ito, who were standing nearby, were dumbfounded, standing there like two telephone poles.

Is Hoshino Seiichi that strong?

How could someone carrying a lunchbox and going head-to-head with the King of Beasts not be at a disadvantage?

Sing Sing calmly withdrew his hand, raised an eyebrow at Serizawa: "You're not bad either. With that kind of strength, why are you holed up in school being a petty hoodlum? It's a real waste of your talent not to be chopping pork bones for people at the market."

As the two drew closer and closer, seemingly ready to tear down the rooftop and fight another three hundred rounds, Mitsuhashi Takashi was on the verge of a meltdown.

This is terrible! This is terrible!

If things really escalate, I, the culprit who fanned the flames, will most likely be torn to pieces and fed to the dogs by those few hundred men from the Serizawa Army!

"Hey! Big brother! Boss! King of Beasts!"

Mitsuhashi slid over and shoved his fried chicken bento box over his head into Serizawa's arms.

"It's just a small token! Please accept it! Consider it our second-grade lunch to show our respect for you!"

That obsequious, fawning face was so convincing that even Sing Sing would recognize it.

Good lad!

With such a knack for changing sides with the wind, it's a waste of her talent not to be working in the bureau doing external liaison.

Serizawa looked down at the box of tempting, glistening fried chicken nuggets in his arms, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Fighting is nothing compared to the aroma of rice.

"You're a smart kid."

Serizawa nodded in satisfaction, grabbed a piece of fried chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed until his mouth was full of oil.

After turning around and taking a few steps, he leaped back onto the platform, which was half a level higher.

"It tastes good! Remember to add more ketchup next time!" came a mumbled murmur from above.

Mitsuhashi dared not respond.

He grabbed Sing Sing's arm with one hand and pulled up Ito was still in a daze, with the other.

"Run! Run! Are you out of your mind?!"

The sun is setting.

After a grueling day of classes, Sing Sing felt like he'd lost half his life.

With a sense of utter despair, Old Zhou pushed open the wooden door of the dilapidated bar on the corner of Kabukicho and slumped wearily onto the bar counter.

"Give me a glass of water, iced, extra ice."

Behind the bar, Liu Jianyi was still the same shady character, wearing that dark, thick woolen overcoat and with half a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"This shop does not offer free water. The minimum charge is 8,000 yen for one glass of whiskey."

"Eight thousand? Why don't you just rob a bank?!" Sing Sing Chow suddenly jumped up, slamming his hand on the table.

"I'm on official duty for the country! I'm bleeding and sweating! And you're asking me for eight thousand?"

Despite the heated argument, Liu Jianyi still took a few pieces of ice from the ice bucket, poured a glass of water, and pushed it over.

"Just drink yours and stop howling. We've got leads on those three women you asked me to investigate."

Liu Jianyi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said in a low voice, "Let's start with the first one, Mariko Yashida."

"This woman is no ordinary person. She's the eldest daughter of the Yashida Family, and now she's the de facto head of the entire conglomerate."

"Don't even think about talking to her. She always drives bulletproof luxury cars. You, a high school student, want to get close to her and ask her a question? It's as difficult as climbing to the sky."

Sing Sing smacked his lips.

Old Goldhead may seem rough and unrefined, but he had a sharp eye back in the day!

He quietly hooked up with a super-rich woman?

No wonder he's always talking about living a simple life; he's actually hoping to avoid working hard for thirty years.

"And the second one?"

"Yukio." Liu Jianyi slammed a blurry photograph on the table. "This woman used to be Mariko's personal bodyguard. But years ago, for some unknown reason, she left the Yashida Family."

"She's now an underground assassin who makes a living by killing for money. Her favorite weapon is a Japan katana. She's notorious for her ruthlessness and has a long list of lives on her hands."

At this point, Liu Jianyi frowned. "But I've carefully examined her mission map. This woman appears to work alone, but her area of activity is relatively fixed. Moreover, she has an ironclad rule: she will never accept a mission to assassinate a member of the Yashida Family, no matter how much money is offered."

"A typical case of being in Cao Cao's camp but having one's heart in Han, a die-hard fan," Sing Sing succinctly summarized. "And the last one?"

"Itsu." Liu Jianyi shook his head.

"That name is so common, you could throw a brick and hit three Itsu. Besides, we don't even know her last name. I guess the only way is to go to that remote village where she and Wolverine used to live and do a door-to-door investigation."

"Lao Liu."

Sing Sing patted Liu Jianyi on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The organization has always trusted you greatly, and your work ability is evident to all!"

Liu Jianyi narrowed his eyes, looking at him warily. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"It's all about division of labor and cooperation!" Sing Sing said matter-of-factly.

"I'll leave the whereabouts of that Mariko named Itsu to you to investigate slowly in the countryside! Also, keep a close eye on Mariko and see if she's secretly hiding a clumsy, powerful son behind Old Jin's back."

"You're quite the boss when it comes to ordering me around, do you think I'm some kind of donkey from the production team?"

Liu Jianyi sneered and threw the rag down.

"You've given me all the work, so what are you going to do? Go back to high school and flirt with those delinquent girls?"

"How vulgar your thinking is! I'm infiltrating the enemy! I'm stabbing them in the heart!" Sing Sing retorted righteously, "Give me the address of that female assassin, Yukio."

"You're going to go find her yourself?" Liu Jianyi's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Nonsense, who but a top agent like me could handle this troublemaker who only knows how to brandish knives and guns?"

"I'm going to meet her now. Let's see if her katana is faster, or my Pig Butchering Knife is tougher!"