Chapter 62: 1:50

Chapter 62: 1:50

Sakagami Maou flinched at the sight of a strange person emerging from the darkness.

The man stood like a pillar.

His face was obscured by a khaki hooded jumper. He had an enormous physique that was immediately recognizable.

Moreover, his presence seemed to alter the very air inside the building.

He was literally on a different level.

Wiping the sweat trickling down his chin, Maou muttered.

Koto, I cant believe you had such a trump card up your sleeve.

Having noticed him belatedly, Koto Kazuya, who was in the midst of a scuffle with his former subordinates, cried out in surprise.

Big brother?!

A man whom even Koto Kazuya called Big Brother.

He was likely the former leader of Hyakki Yako.

Only the name of the first leader, known as the Heisei Giraffe, sprang to mind.

Mishima Ryohei The reincarnation of a living legend?

Whos that?

However, the hooded man shook his head, denying Maous grand assumption.

Damn, then who the hell are you?!

Embarrassed, Maous face reddened as he demanded, and the hooded man, scratching his head as if troubled, pointed at Koto Kazuya, who was fighting with Mito.

Lets just say Im an acquaintance of that guy for now.

Hearing that, Maou twisted his lips and said,

Daring to side with Kaz in this situation, youve got some nerve. Fine! I respect that spirit and will make you an offer. Leave Koto behind and join me. Then, youll have the second-in-command position in ruling Tokyo and becoming the strongest biker gang.

Upon hearing this, Mito, who was in the midst of fighting with Koto, shouted.

Hey! Thats not what you promised!

Then Maou, in a complete reversal, bellowed.

Shut up! In the Devil Riders, my word is law and justice!

Hearing this, Koto Kazuya shouted.

Big brother! You mustnt fall for his sweet talk! That guy would do anything for his ambitions! Even if you help him, he will surely cast you aside later!

Everyone else shut up! Im talking with this man right now!

Having said that and dismissed the others, Sakagami Maou extended his right arm toward the man who had been silently listening to his offer.

Come on! What are you hesitating for? Join me and become a part of the strongest gang in Tokyo!

Then, the man, who had remained silent from the beginning, quietly listening, finally spoke.

How ridiculous.

What?

Your mental age hasnt progressed beyond that of a middle school second-year.

The hooded man declared this and took a step forward.

Thud.

What will you do once you become the strongest, as you claim?

Power and authority will come! And I can make everyone weaker than me kneel!

Thud.

Even so, from an adults perspective, its just childs play. They might overlook it now due to its small scale, but if you really rule Tokyo and the scale grows from hundreds to thousands, do you think the public authorities will remain silent?

Then Ill just smash everything that comes my way!

Like dominoes, the bikes tumbled into a heap.

This effectively disrupted the formation of the 49 Mohawks.

Impossible! Swinging a person with one hand!

Is the guy they call Brother of the Devils really a monster?

After creating a makeshift barricade by knocking down the surrounding bikes, I calmly released the Mohawk I had been using as a weapon.

Then, perhaps overwhelmed by the motion, he immediately fell to the ground and started throwing up.

He should be considered incapacitated for combat.

I gestured to the remaining Devil Riders inside the makeshift arena formed by the pile of bikes.

Those who want to die, come at me first.

The Devil Riders hesitated, not daring to cross the barricade made of bikes.

In such a situation, guts and courage were most important.

For me, who had fought on equal terms with professionally trained former Russian soldiers, this fight felt like nothing.

Eventually, deciding they couldnt just waste more time, the bravest among those with mohawk hairstyles took the lead and climbed over the wall.

I, already prepared, quickly approached and threw a jab.

This technique, which I had picked up by watching a fight with Sashas bodyguard, Boris, allowed me to efficiently knock down opponents in a limited time.

As the Mohawk who got hit squarely in the face fell backwards, bleeding from the nose, the next guest arrived immediately.

This time, there were three of them.

Without panicking, I dodged backward, breaking their wooden sticks and hitting their wrists to make them drop the iron pipes that were difficult to block.

As their weapons disappeared, causing panic, I finished them off by generously giving each of them a jab.

I grabbed the collars of those who almost cracked their skulls from a single blow and threw them at those who were sneaking up from behind.

Then, as they clumsily tried to catch their comrades body, I used the gap to slip into their blind spot and launch a surprise lariat.

Cough!

My forearms, trained to the extreme, were like steel, so when we collided, it was the Mohawk guys who were flung back powerlessly, not me.

After I had swiftly defeated 8 of them despite their bravado, the Devil Riders began to stir uneasily.

Seeing this, their leader, Sakagami Maou, shouted out loud.

Fools! Ultimately, even that brother is human and has a limit to how many he can fight alone! Push with numbers!

Encouraged by this, the Mohawks exchanged glances and then, all at once, climbed over the wall.

They clearly exceeded the capacity of the circular arena.

As I pondered how to escape the encroaching circle of Mohawks, a scream suddenly came from behind.

Aaaargh!

Brother!

Koto, with blood streaming from his head, swung a wooden sword in his right hand while holding the collar of Mito, who had become a lump of meat, in his left hand.

It appeared to be a trophy he had gained from defeating Mito.

Use this!

I thought the arrival of reinforcements at just the right moment was like something out of a manga.

No, since this was a manga world, perhaps this was appropriate.

Catching the wooden sword, which flew in a clean trajectory, with one hand, I turned slightly and said,

Thanks, Koto.

Then Koto, wearing a black special forces uniform embroidered with various words in gold thread, turned back.

And then, in a voice filled with firm resolve, he cheered,

Be sure to win.

Hearing that, I shifted the wooden sword from one hand to two, gripping it firmly.