I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

After squatting down to check the situation of several people in Ichimoto Palace, and confirming that their lives were not in danger, Sousuke Araki lifted him up.

Kenjiro and the others followed closely behind, squeezed into the crowd, and helped up several other men.

Araki Sosuke turned his head and looked at Samejima Taichi standing in the middle of the passage where the crowd separated.

"You should be glad that my friend is still safe and sound..."

"You kid...do you really think you can do whatever you want with a lot of people?"

Looking at the other party's defiant look, Akira Nishiki who was ignored on one side, angrily took out the gun in his hand and pointed at Sousuke Araki who was surrounded in the center.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Dare to point the gun at brother Araki, you are dead..."

"Boom..."

"Let's go together, kill that guy..."

Seeing that the other party took out a gun, the gangsters on the periphery couldn't hold back anymore, they kept hitting the gas pedal, as if they were ready to rush up at any time.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Sousuke Araki seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere at the scene, as if he didn't see the gun in the opponent's hand, he looked up at the several men blocking him.

"Group of three, is this going to break Haruna-san's rules?"

Stared at by his murderous eyes, the men subconsciously took a step back.

The flow of people in the three-member group automatically parted ways, and Sousuke Araki walked out slowly with the support of Ichimoto Miyayuki.

Samejima Taiichi sighed, and lightly pressed down the gun in Akira Kinzan's hand.

He turned his head to Sousuke Araki and said, "Our three-person team is here to hold the competition, just to seek harmony and make money. Today, your friend made the first move and injured more than a dozen good players."

"Brother Araki, these guys slandered the headless rider as a disguise from our people, and later said that it was the spirit of Kosaka-san... That's why I couldn't help it..."

"Kyushu Man" Shimoto Gongxing explained angrily.

Although he looks miserable, he can still sit here at least, and the three-member team he fought with has already entered the emergency room.

"This matter, we could have taken the legal route and let a lawyer solve it. After all, the three-member team is not the same as the previous three-member team. But... as you said, Haruna-san has the rules of Haruna-san."

Samejima Taichi smiled evilly.

The emotional battle with Yuki Ichimoto is not important. It is his goal to drive away this group of gangsters, completely dominate Haruna's track, and establish his own order.

"The matter of Mount Haruna should be resolved at Mount Haruna, right... let's just talk about it, how do you compare?"

After handing Ichimoto to his companion to treat the wound, Araki Sousuke turned to look at him calmly.

The unwritten rule of "Haruna Mountain's matter is resolved at Haruna Mountain" has a long history.

Mount Haruna is a sacred place in the hearts of motorcyclists in the Kanto region, and there are naturally many groups who come here for its name.

The major gangsters and polar organizations, if there are conflicts here because of competing for the track, most of them will be resolved through the "Haruna Mountain Downhill Race".

"The rules are very simple. Send your strongest one out to compete with me. Do you dare to race downhill with no difference? Let us see whether it is faster with two rounds or with four rounds on this track."

Samejima Taichi proposed the rules.

"Downhill? It's just what I want, so let's play with you."

Hearing the other party's proposal, Araki Sosuke said calmly.

"You compare with me? With your Yamaha?"

Seeing the other party's retro XJR4000, Samejima Taiichi couldn't help laughing, and walked in front of a yellow streamlined sports car.

XJR4000 is also considered a generation of magic cars, but...that was 20 years ago.

"My modified RX-10 has kept the downhill record of Mount Haruna within 3 minutes, and no one has broken it in the past two years."

"Taichi Samejima has been called the 'Emperor of Mount Haruna' for the past two years, and his downhill driving skills are unrivaled... Moreover, that guy's running style is quite vicious, and there are many accidents due to reasonable collisions with him."

Ichimoto Miyayuki whispered to Araki Sousuke behind him.

Two rounds and four rounds, who is faster, this is a topic of endless debate.

Although it is an indisputable fact that locomotives have advantages in short-distance straight-line acceleration, the Kawasaki H2R mass-produced model, known as the king of land, is constantly being compared with various sports cars, F1 racing cars and even fighter jets for straight-line acceleration.

But no matter how excellent these straight-line acceleration data are, on the Shibukawa Matsuida Line on Gunma County Road 33, the 7.5-kilometer "Haruna Mountain Downhill Track" has a 180-degree sharp turn every 100 meters on average. above, none of them apply.

On the Mt. Haruna track, which is filled with mist, can't see your fingers in the middle of the night, and is still icy in the cold, any rash acceleration is dancing on the verge of death.

On this track, in addition to the performance of the vehicle, the drivers compete more on driving skills, cornering skills and familiarity with the track.

"The last two years... So, has it been so long?"

Not caring what the other person said, Araki Sousuke just looked down the ramp with a sense of loss.

...

"Boom boom boom..."

"Brother Araki, come on..."

"It's been a long time since I've seen 'Death sticking to the ground', let them experience it!!"

The bosozoku on both sides of the road kept shouting.

On the starting line marked by white powder, XJR4000 and yellow RX-10 are already in place.

"The rules are very simple. The person who reaches the finish line at the foot of the mountain first wins. People from both sides are guarding several big curves. If there is a vehicle going up the mountain, the lights will be used to warn in advance."

The man standing between the two cars took out the walkie-talkie, confirmed that the personnel on both sides were in place at each corner and at the end, and slowly raised his hands.

"Boom... Boom..."

Seeing his movement, both cars began to rattle the accelerator.

"3, 2, 1... GO!!!!"

As the man swung his hands down, with a sharp exhaust sound, the XJR4000 was ejected first.

The RX-10 followed, stomping furiously on the gas pedal.

"Hmph, it's just a little advantage at the start, and it will crush you at the first corner."

Taichi Samejima, who was driving the RX-10, looked at the XJR4000 in front of him and said with a grim smile.

He could naturally see that the short-distance acceleration of that classic motorcycle was not actually dominant, but the rider's keen sense of the car took the lead.

And this little advantage will be wiped out at the first corner.

Sousuke Araki, who put on the special attack suit and was leading in front of the RX-10, looked at the rapidly retreating track in front of him, and felt that memories were rushing back like a gust of wind.

...

three years ago.

On the same dark Qiuming Mountain Road, two locomotives were chasing each other along the winding and dangerous lane.

The locomotive at the rear is an XJR4000.

"Damn it, brother Kosaka, I must surpass you this time."

On the locomotive, a man with an exaggerated golden airplane head was looking fiercely at the road ahead, roaring and turning at high speed with a very skilled posture.

Not far ahead, on the Kawasaki H2 with red taillights, there was a man with a black airplane head wearing a white special attack suit.

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