I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hmph, I'm still afraid that Phoenix and other car clubs won't dare to come."

On the top of Mount Haruna, a row of modified four-wheeled sports cars of various shapes parked neatly on the viewing platform.

Dozens of men in racing uniforms and black suits stood in front of the convoy, looking at the motorcycle headlights appearing down the mountain, showing ferocious smiles.

"It seems that your group of 'car friends' still care about you as the team leader."

Surrounded by the men were a few men lying on the ground wearing the special attack uniforms of the Bosozoku.

Among them was Ichimoto Gongyuki, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and was confused.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

"Wait, this amount..."

Hearing the more and more intensive sound of the exhaust of the locomotives, watching the winding track at the foot of the mountain, which was gradually lit up by the endless headlights of the locomotives like a spark of fire, the face of the leading man changed slightly.

It was Akira Nishiki who interviewed Sosuke Araki just yesterday.

Haruna Mountain's underground car race, he has been taking care of the betting market behind it, so he will come to check when he encounters trouble.

"Contact the headquarters immediately..."

Before he could finish speaking, the strongest cars in the locomotive team had already appeared within his sight.

Biao led the team at the forefront, a black and white Yamaha XJR4000 locomotive.

Riding on the bike was a man with a small golden hair and a hexagram carved on his temples.

The white Bosozoku special attack uniform on his body kept flying against the gust of wind, and words such as "Phoenix", "Namo Amitabha", "I am the only one in the sky and the world" can be vaguely seen.

The locomotive was getting closer, but it didn't intend to slow down at all. Instead, it ejected from the traffic flow and rushed towards the crowd at the top of the mountain.

"Hey, this kid...do you want to die?"

Seeing the locomotive coming crushing like a razor with a destructive aura, Jin Shanzhang subconsciously reached out and touched the dagger at his waist.

A blond man stepped out from behind and reached out to hold down the handle of his knife.

"Jinshan-san, hold your breath."

Facing the speeding locomotive, the blond man stepped forward without retreating, with his hands in his pockets, and calmly stepped out of the crowd.

The black and white locomotive rushed forward at a wild speed, raised the rear wheel high with a raised tail, and after part of the kinetic energy was consumed, the tire hit the ground hard, and then rotated 90 degrees to brake steadily It was less than half a meter in front of everyone.

After this operation, the men in the front row were so frightened that their feet softened and they fell to the ground.

Even though they were just riding Juechen, they seemed to have the power of thousands of horses, making the dozens of people in the three-member group silent for a while.

Immediately, steaming smoke and dust rose from the asphalt ground, exuding a strong smell of burnt tires, as if this locomotive came from a scorching hell.

The man riding the bicycle stepped out of the car with a big squeeze, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Then, with his nostrils raised high, his brows furrowed deeply, and he looked sharply at the dozens of people in front of him, he said lightly, "I heard that there is someone here who wants to compete?"

The man who took the lead up the mountain was Sousuke Araki, who took a shower and changed his clothes after taking time to change into a "samurai from the Warring States Period".

"Sousuke Araki...is that you?"

Seeing who came, Jin Shanzhang frowned.

Isn't this just the kid who didn't know how to compliment him in the previous interview, he almost didn't recognize him with his clothes on.

"Hey, isn't this the interviewer of the three-person group, so you are also a racing car enthusiast?"

Seeing the "acquaintance" on the opposite side, Araki Sousuke greeted him indifferently.

"Sousuke Araki? A kid who has never heard of it, why are you so arrogant!"

"Bastard, how dare you run over him alone, do you want to follow in your friend's footsteps?"

The few men who just got up from the ground took out baseball bats, butterfly knives and other things in embarrassment, and yelled at Sousuke Araki together with the people behind.

"Hey, we agreed to compete, but in the end we still have to do it..."

Looking at the people in front of him who were about to strike at a disagreement, Araki Sousuke gently unbuttoned the special attack suit without fear, grabbed one side of the collar, and lifted the special attack suit off his body...

"Boom..."

"Boom boom boom..."

At the same time, with the sound of exhaust, the convoy behind approached at high speed.

The violent roar of the locomotive drowned out everything, and the torrent formed by the headlights was as dazzling as the Milky Way in the night sky.

Hundreds of men riding motorcycles, wearing white special attack uniforms, and holding baseball bats surrounded the top of the mountain with water.

"If you want to do something, we will accompany you...I never said...I came alone..."

Preciously folded the special attack suit in his hand and placed it on the back seat of the motorcycle...

Araki Sousuke, who was shirtless, turned his head, put his hands in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and looked at the blond man in front of him without fear.

Turning around, he seemed to be in a river of light, making it impossible to look directly at his face.

The engines of hundreds of locomotives played a comfortable rhythm, flowing under the night of Mt. Haruna, like a spirit that never stops running away in a quiet night.

Under the reflection of the headlights of the motorcycle, his muscular upper body, unknown runes and the angry-eyed Bodhisattva on his back are clearly visible, making him look as terrifying as a peerless fierce god.

"this……"

At this moment, Jin Shanzhang seemed to understand why Minister Tian Teng was so optimistic about this person.

If everyone has their own talent, this guy is simply born to go extreme.

Dozens of men were besieged by hundreds of motorcycles on the top of the mountain. Some of them could not hold back their weapons, and some started calling for help.

"Let's get to know each other formally. In Shimosame Island, Taiichi is the organizer of the three-member Haruna mountain bike race and is also a driver. Do you want to start a full-scale war with the three-member group in this battle of the Phoenix Runaway?"

The blond man standing in front of Sousuke Araki looked at him without fear, and stretched out his hand unhurriedly.

Cooperating with Akira Nishikiyama, who is in charge of the handicap, the one who actually manages the Harunayama Underground Race is none other than Taichi Samejima, the strongest driver in the trio.

In their view, the Phoenix Runaway Group is nothing more than a motorcycle club organized by a group of delinquent teenagers.

Compared with the profit-oriented, strictly disciplined, and well-funded Japan's second largest Yakuza organization, the "three-member group", they are just a group of stragglers.

Chasing them away is like a professional player chasing away a group of high school students on a basketball court.

Sousuke Araki, smoking a cigarette, directly ignored Taichi Samejima's outstretched hand.

"Sorry, excuse me..."

He carelessly squeezed through the group of three, and walked straight to the group of people surrounded by Shimoto Gongyu.

Looking at his armor-like tattoos all over his body, and his hell-like eyes, the men in the group of three automatically backed away with his footsteps as if encountering a torrent of rocks.

"Brother Araki... sorry... but, I... I didn't move the gun..."

In the middle of the crowd, Shimoto Gongyu slightly opened his egg-like swollen eyes, saw the man in front of him clearly, and then said with some guilt.

"Very well, then, let the seniors handle it."

Amidst the smog, Sousuke Araki's expression was somewhat unclear.