Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 933 - 740: Boschke Madosh

"Cheers!!!"

With cheers and applause, the Huaizhi Gang’s dinner gathering came to an end in the deep night.

Standing at the door, Huai Shi quietly watched those flushed-faced leaders being helped away by the juniors, Huai Shi quietly smoked, for a long time, then turned back to look at the mess in the shop.

It’s quite a task for the waiters to clean up.

These extreme path members, do they really have no sense of public morality at all?

He sighed and apologized to the boss lady: "I’m sorry for bothering you again, Lady Kinai."

"Not at all, it’s my shop that should be thankful for your patronage." The boss lady behind the counter smiled: "They ordered very expensive wine today, my shop made quite a profit."

After speaking, she paused and looked over at Huai Shi: "You haven’t had enough to eat, have you?"

"Hmm?" Huai Shi was puzzled.

"After all, every time I brought in the dishes, I saw you drinking, a couple of plates of edamame can’t fill the stomach." Lady Kinai asked: "Mr. Takahashi sent over a very nice tuna today, if you don’t mind, would you like a bowl of tea rice?"

"Isn’t it about to close?"

"How can we close before the customer finishes eating?" Lady Kinai slightly bowed: "It’s not a troublesome thing, just please sit for a while."

After inviting Huai Shi to sit at the bar, she turned into the kitchen, quickly brought out a steaming bowl of tea rice, short time, yet not crude, not only delicate, but also delicious enough to make one’s mouth water.

"This tastes really good." Huai Shi took two bites, nodded in praise: "It’s quite different from elsewhere."

"Some techniques, I figured out myself."

Lady Kinai waved her hand and laughed: "I was very interested in cooking when I was young, but my father was unwilling to let me into the kitchen no matter what. Later, secretly learned a bit, thought I was skilled, now it seems, it’s just superficial skills."

Huai Shi listened, said nothing, lowered his head and finished eating, put down the chopsticks.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

"Would you like anything else?"

"No need, I’m afraid someone’s waiting impatiently."

Huai Shi smiled, paid with card, then nodded and said goodbye: "Close up afterwards, no need to mind the noise outside."

Lady Kinai froze for a moment, seeming not surprised, sent Huai Shi to the door, then took down the lamp in front of the door, pulled the door closed.

Under the lamplight inside the door, Huai Shi raised his head, gazed at the figure on the other end of the street.

Most of the eateries on the night dining street had closed, only a few izakaya still lit, shining through windows and door cracks, dividing the dim and narrow street.

Illuminating the visitor’s eyes.

In the beast-like green vertical pupils, full of viciousness.

"Huai Zhisu People?" The gray-haired man removed the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, voice hoarse.

"That’s me." Huai Shi asked: "How may I address you?"

"Akasaki, Akasaki Makoto." The visitor announced his name, calmly told him: "Ochiai Family Jinkawa Society’s president."

"So it’s a member of the alliance, sorry to keep you waiting."

Huai Shi nodded knowingly, didn’t feel close because it’s a member of the alliance, didn’t even show any polite smile, just calmly asked: "So late at night, the Jinkawa Society’s president is waiting for me here, is there any misunderstanding?"

"I think, probably not."

Akasaki coldly said: "Both of us are Green Day, technically we shouldn’t be fighting— but recently, aren’t you being a bit too reckless? Relying on the protection of the total president, you’ve become a bit too presumptuous, haven’t you?"

"Did I offend you somehow?"

Huai Shi chuckled softly: "But it seems, you’re not here to ask me for an apology, are you? I really would like to explain my intentions and thoughts to you, are you willing to listen?"

"Words are unnecessary."

Akasaki slowly raised his head, with a hoarse voice, revealing the near neck-severing scar on his neck: "In the world of extreme path, fists do the talking— as long as your strength matches your arrogance, you can be as reckless as you want."

His subordinate came up, took off his outerwear. Exposed his robust upper body only wearing a sleeveless black T-shirt, muscle gleaming with a faint bronze hue.

His right hand’s five fingers slowly clenched, emitting a sound of steel friction, even sparks flying, illuminating those beast-like eyes.

Killing intent was abound.

Yet Huai Shi remained restrained, standing still, curiously asked: "Why should I fight you? If I recall correctly, the internal conflict within the alliance is supposed to be limited to the scope of industry distribution, right?"

"Then according to the alliance’s rules, don’t you want ’Quiet Communications Electrical’, originally from Hisashiga House?"

Akasaki Makoto nonchalantly threw out his chip.

One of the biggest prizes left behind by Hisashiga House in this round of industry division, once established a huge advantage in the electronic components industry by high-price buying out many patents and low-cost hybrid labor, though now somewhat declining, still a jaw-dropping asset.

Compared to it, the profits brought by those pachinko shops and custom industries are insignificant.

"That is indeed one of my goals." Huai Shi nodded: "But, since you’ve already acquired it, I don’t have anything to gamble with you. Counting all of Huaizhi Gang, they’re worth less than half of Quiet Communications Electrical."

"Doesn’t matter."

Akasaki Makoto disregarded, raised both fists, set up a stance: "As long as you win, it’s yours."

"——If you lose, then get out of the Tanbo Inner Circle!"

Betting Quiet Communications Electrical against all Huaizhi Gang’s assets.

He wanted to bankrupt Huai Shi.

"Is there any need for this?" Huai Shi sighed: "Since both are Green Day, why not advise a bit?"

He looked into the darkness not far away.

Lawrence, who was smoking decadently, lifted his eyes and shook his head with a look of indifference: "I’d love to advise you, but you have to be willing to listen. Besides, with your styles, you’re bound to fight sooner or later. It’s better to resolve it before the conflict escalates.

If you want to fight, go ahead..."

Before the words were finished, a roaring sound of space breaking erupted.

Like a cannon spewing deadly flames, the burning steel fist was already coming at him!

In an instant, the distance of dozens of meters was crossed, and Akasaki Makoto was already close at hand. Behind the burning steel fist, his eyes almost shot out a blazing light.

Sliding step, then, straight punch!

Huai Shi instinctively raised his arm to block in front of him, and immediately felt a shock in his arm, almost losing feeling, and his whole body flew out backward.

The block was shattered, and even the horns sticking to the skull were almost knocked off.

This damn power is just ridiculous!

What kind of ’ghost’ is this?

Huai Shi’s mind raced as he quickly identified the features on his opponent, trying to find which evil ghost from the Yingzhou myth his Stigma corresponded to, but soon, the undisguised aura emanating from Akasaki spread out.

It wasn’t from Yingzhou...

American Genealogy · Third Stage.

——Boschke Madosh!

As described by the Indian people, at the beginning of the eras, the largest being on earth!

Taller than the tallest trees on earth, devouring everything on the ground, its vast appetite could devour everything between heaven and earth.

But with the passage of time, the change of eras, it disappeared before the arrival of the human world. Only those who pursue miracles seek from the remnants of the past, barely degrading that too ancient power into a form comprehendible by humans, reappearing on the earth in the form of the ’Mastodon’.

And now, this immense power burst forth with Akasaki’s movement, almost KOing Huai Shi on the spot!

Before Huai Shi even hit the ground, he saw Akasaki Makoto pressing forward again, still sliding, the burning steel fist whistling as it maneuvered around Huai Shi’s blocking arm, a hook!

In an instant, Huai Shi’s arm blocking in front twisted suddenly, resting on Akasaki’s sweeping forearm, the entire backward-flying body suddenly paused. Then, like a horizontal bar athlete, he drew an arc in midair, deftly dodged the hook, and flipped to land on the ground.

A sudden realization.

"Boxing? Impressive, huh?"

"It’s best if that’s what you think."

Akasaki Makoto adopted a left-stance guard again, but his legs, feet, elbows, and knees slightly moved, making Huai Shi feel a vague threat. Obviously, his boxing was not limited to ring rules; his legs and elbows were just as ferocious.

"Hit on the head, one point for Akasaki."

Lawrence excitedly raised his hand and announced from above the trash can, watching the spectacle with glee and causing a toothache for those involved.

"Is this a boxing match now?"

Huai Shi sighed, looking at the cumbersome clothes on him, not caring, instead adopting a boxing stance similar to his opponent’s. He appeared completely loose and absurd, muttering words that others couldn’t understand: "Too bad, I haven’t listened to much RAP... but it’s okay, I’m already fired up!"

Whoosh!

Akasaki slid forward, creating a gust of wind, the red-hot steel fist once again advancing into the gap in his arm defense, aiming at his exposed face — jab!

The terrifying speed even surpassed a kick or any other attack, quick as a flash.

In the blink of an eye, an explosion burst forth.

But it didn’t successfully hit Huai Shi’s face.

The punch was blocked!

But it was useless; the jab was just the opener; the real highlight was the follow-up combination punches!

Without hesitation, Akasaki widened his eyes, forward straight, back straight, left hook, right swing, in an instant, a skillful flurry of five punches!

Bang!

The sound of steel friction rang out, Huai Shi’s whole body slid back over three meters, but instead of being battered by the messy punches as expected, he used the force to distance himself, causing Akasaki’s foot aimed at stepping on Huai Shi’s instep to miss, creating a huge dent on the ground.

Mud splattered.

Akasaki’s pursuit paused slightly as he recalled the moment just passed.

His combination punch—dodged one, took a hit, had another deflected, and the final uppercut aimed at the abdomen was actually blocked?

He lowered his head, eyes on the left hand in front of Huai Shi’s abdomen.

It was this hand that stopped his swing punch, and in the crisscrossing light and shadow, that palm had already turned red!

Emitting a scorching temperature.

"Didn’t I already say it?"

Huai Shi lifted his head, grinning: "I’m fired up!"

Blood, boiling!

The handsome face beneath the horns had turned a blood-like crimson, snarling like a ghost.

The deep integration of the Drummer and the Yu Step, with the Source System integrated into his entire muscle, allowed all organs to overdrive, consequently unleashing power far beyond the past.

Overload State, release!

Then, Double Yu Step!

Huai Shi suddenly disappeared from Akasaki Makoto’s sight, and then, sharp wind noises came from behind Akasaki’s head.