After successfully buying the items with the shopping voucher, Keli swaggered away.
Watching his beloved Ninja motorcycle being ridden away by the other party, the biker gang leader covered his face in agony.
Ikeno, who had been ridiculed by everyone earlier, showed a complex expression.
"Didn't you all say that if he appeared before us, we would definitely teach him a lesson? And there are so many of us, it's not like yesterday when it was just me."
"Yamada!",
"Even if this is America, even if my mental gender is a female Walmart plastic bag, and I'm also an interracial lover, a homosexual, an alienophile, attracted to human women, and have multiple personalities where another personality is an underage girl, and I'm also a Black person with Jewish blood, who practices Judaism and has had gender reassignment surgery!
If I fight him, it's not illegal for him to cut me, but if I cut him, I'll go to jail!"
The leading biker gang member painfully covered his face.
Hearing this, the surrounding youths were all disheartened, and finally, only one spoke sadly.
"Could it be? Is there no one in this world who can fight against a psychopath?"
Hearing this, the older biker gang leader looked up at the sky.
"Not necessarily, I heard it from a foreign undocumented worker who works at the same restaurant as me, whom I bullied by making him wash a plate seven times and drink toilet water, yet he still praised us Japanese for our artisan spirit. He said that in his former country, there was an existence that was indescribable, undefinable, whose will could not be defied, possessed innate magic resistance, achieved victories that no other similar group in the world had, yet still constantly felt that other places offered better treatment and demanded more.
Perhaps only they can fight against psychopaths!"
Upon hearing this, all the biker gang members gasped, never expecting such ancient gods to exist in the world, adding a touch of warmth to the night in Tokyo.
...
Avoiding the busy sections with traffic police and evening traffic jams, Keli and Sato Kazuma sped through the night in Tokyo on their motorcycle.
Occasionally asking for directions, the two headed swiftly towards Arakawa Bridge.
The vehicle stopped abruptly at the Arakawa riverbank. Now was not the time to abandon the vehicle; it might still be needed later.
"I wonder if we'll make it in time."
Sato Kazuma said with a sigh.
"That depends on whether his truck is empty. If they still need to pick up cargo somewhere, we might miss them, and if he takes roads with many checkpoints, we basically can't tail him."
"Then why are you so anxious to chase after him?" Kazuma looked at Keli in surprise.
"If we can confirm their movements and pinpoint the vehicle, it's better than directly searching for a needle in a haystack in Matsubushi."
Kazuma looked at Keli, who was dressed like a Tsukinomori female agent, with a troubled expression, then shook his head.
"Sometimes I really admire your initiative."
As the two conversed, they sat in the shadows of the slope beside the riverbank, their gaze fixed on the vehicles speeding towards the bridge in the light.
Suddenly, a cheerful shout came from the riverbank, making both of them turn their heads.
"Oh, you're here so soon? Really, with the masks on, I almost didn't recognize you."
Keli picked up his phone and looked warily towards the riverbank, only to see an old acquaintance he had met that morning.
The village chief, wearing a Kappa suit, was waving below.
Keli recalled that this guy indeed said he lived near Arakawa Bridge during the day. He hadn't expected this guy to be wandering by the river in the middle of the night, cosplaying as a river crab.
Keli didn't get up; instead, he waved back at him.
The village chief was stunned for a moment, then walked up with his turtle shell on his back and squatted beside Keli.
"What are you two...?"
"Dealing with the matter I asked you about this morning. We're waiting for a few vehicles heading to Matsubushi."
With that simple answer, the village chief thought for a moment before understanding what Keli meant.
"I see. Do you have a vehicle to chase them with? If not, I can give you one."
The village chief thought for a moment and offered this suggestion.
Actually, after the village chief met the two of them today, he went to investigate their backgrounds.
The result left him more confused than Kennedy. One was a wanted psychopath, and the other's background check by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's big data only matched a high school student who was confirmed dead.
Before he went there today, a new murder record had been added: killing a young man suspected of drug use and other crimes, even though the few people involved had never met before.
These two young men didn't seem like bad people; being so concerned about the kidnapping of homeless people didn't seem like something bad people would do. Plus, he truly had a favor to ask of them.
By the way, the village chief, this fellow, wasn't a good person either. In a wooden church not far from the riverbank lived a mercenary nun who looked like Hanma Yujiro and could easily produce a large amount of illegal firearms. It was unclear if she was a retired operative from the Black Lagoon Company next door.
While Keli was gazing at the road, the village chief skillfully ran to a distant RV and called a guy with a starfish headpiece to help him move things.
After the starfish-headed guy fiercely cursed the village chief for waking him up in the middle of the night to work, the village chief solemnly pushed out what he called his mode of transportation.
"Ta-da! The latest product of Kappa technology!"
As he spoke, the village chief turned on his flashlight, shining it on the object he had brought, and as the light flickered.
Kazuma's face, which had initially brightened at the prospect of getting a free ride, darkened again.
What Oriental Fantasy Kappa?
"Aren't these just two bicycles?"
"No! How can you say that!" The village chief, hearing Kazuma's slightly disdainful words, became anxious. He shone the flashlight on the rear wheel bearing of the bicycle. Unlike ordinary bicycles, this one had a strange small box attached to one side.
"See that? That's the engine and rechargeable battery pack!"
Kazuma's eyes lit up.
"Ma… Masaka! Is this that technology where you can charge the battery by pedaling while riding, and then after pedaling for a while, you can use electric assistance with almost no power consumption?" Kazuma looked at the village chief in shock.
"Uh… no, it needs to be charged." The village chief scratched his green head awkwardly.
"Then what's the use?!" Kazuma couldn't hold back.
Hearing Kazuma's question, the village chief's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice.
"This bike has several fake license plates on the back! When you want to change them, just remove the top layer."
"Thank you, Kappa."
Keli nodded, indicating that this item was indeed very useful, and motioned for Kazuma to take a look.
However, when Kazuma went down, the village chief touched his green head again.
"It's fine to give them to you, but I hope you will grant me one request. Along our river…"
"Deal." Keli agreed without even turning his head.
"Uh…" The village chief was also stunned; he hadn't even finished speaking.
Kazuma also looked at Keli in confusion and leaned closer, speaking softly.
"Hey, hey, are we that free? We're taking on another commission before we've even finished with this one."
Keli also leaned close to Kazuma and replied softly.
"It's fine, just agree first. When he states his request, we'll act difficult and make him raise the price. This green-skinned guy seems pretty rich."
"What about the matter then?" Kazuma asked, puzzled.
Facing Kazuma's question, Keli smiled mysteriously.
"It's fine, I, Keli, never keep my word."
Kazuma was speechless. After all that, you're going to disappear like a Black man who learns his girlfriend is pregnant?
Half an hour after Kazuma and the village chief jointly moved the bicycles onto the road, several familiar vehicles appeared in the distance of their sight, with their high beams on.
The people in the car were on the phone.
"Jingxin Master and Yamada Tycoon are ready. After you drop off the goods in Matsubushi, drive directly back to New Township.
Oh, how's the Inukane Group doing?"
"That old man Inukane Kimanjiro has already handed over all his assets to their organization. He said that once the last few private territories are dealt with, he'll bring his people to Matsubushi."
"Alright, that old man has a lot of people. Try not to let anything happen to them before they arrive in Matsubushi."
"Yes."