"Hmph, I'm afraid that the Immortal Birds will not dare to come."

At the top of Mt. Haruna, a row of modified four-wheeled sports cars of different shapes are neatly parked at the observation deck.

Dozens of men in racing suits and black suits stood at the front of the convoy, looking at the headlights of motorcycles that appeared at the bottom of the hill and smiling hideously.

"It seems that your gang of 'riders' still care about you, the head of the regiment."

Surrounded by the men were several men lying on the ground, dressed in Rampton suits.

Among them, there is a city palace line with a blue nose and swollen face and a confused consciousness.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

"Wait, that's ......"

Listening to the increasingly dense sound of locomotive exhaust and looking at the winding track at the foot of the mountain, the headlights of the locomotive that stretched like sparks were gradually lit up, and the face of a man led by him changed slightly.

It was Akira Geshikiyama, who had only interviewed Sousuke Araki during the day.

The underground car race in Hazuna Mountain, the betting market behind it has always been taken care of by him, so he will come to check it when he is in trouble.

"Contact HQ ...... Now"

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

Leading the way at the forefront was a black-and-white Yamaha XJR4000 locomotive.

Riding on the bike was a man with a small golden oil head and a six-pointed star sword flower engraved on his sideburns.

The white rampant special attack suit on his body continued to fly in the wind, and the words "Immortal Bird", "Nan Wu Amitabha", "Heaven and the World are the only one" and other words can be vaguely seen.

The locomotive got closer and closer, but it did not slow down at all, but ejected from the traffic and rushed towards the crowd at the top of the hill.

"Hey, boy...... Don't you want to die? ”

Seeing the locomotive that was crushed like a razor and had a devastating momentum, Geumyama Subconsciously reached out and touched the short knife on his waist.

A blonde man stepped out from behind and reached out and pressed the hilt of his knife.

"Geumsan-san, calm down."

Facing the speeding locomotive, the blonde man did not retreat, but advanced, put his hands in his pockets, and calmly stepped out of the crowd.

The black and white locomotive rushed to the front at a wild speed, a cocked tail lifted the rear wheel high, and after some of the kinetic energy was consumed, the tire slammed into the ground, and then rotated at a 90-degree degree, and steadily braked less than half a meter in front of everyone.

This operation frightened several men in the front row with weak feet and fell to the ground.

Obviously, it was just a ride, but it seemed to have the momentum of thousands of troops, which made dozens of people in the group of three silent for a while.

Hot smoke and dust rose from the asphalt floor, giving off a strong smell of burnt tires, as if the locomotive had come from a scorching hell.

The man on the bike, with a big pinch, stepped off the bike, bowed his head and lit a cigarette.

Then, his nostrils were raised, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes were sharp as he looked at the dozens of people in front of him, and said lightly: "Under the 'Immortal Bird Rampage' Sousuke Araki, I heard that there are people here who want to compete?" ”

The man who took the lead up the mountain took the time to take a shower and change his clothes, and changed into Sousuke Araki, who came from the "Sengoku Samurai".

Sousuke Araki...... It's you? ”

Seeing the person who came, Jinshanzhang frowned.

Isn't this the same kid who didn't know how to lift during the day, and he almost didn't recognize him when he wore his clothes.

"Yo, isn't this the interviewer of the trio, so you're also a racing enthusiast?"

Seeing the "acquaintance" on the other side, Sousuke Araki said hello indifferently.

"Sousuke Araki? Boy who has never heard of it, what is arrogant! ”

"Bastard, do you dare to run over by yourself, wanting to follow in your friend's footsteps?"

The men who had just gotten up from the ground took out baseball bats, butterfly knives and other things in shame, and shouted at Sousuke Araki along with the people behind them.

"Hey, I said I'd come to the game, but do you still want to do it in the end......"

Looking at the people in front of him who were about to do something without saying a word, Sousuke Araki was not afraid to gently unbutton the special attack suit, grabbed one side of the collar, and lifted off the special attack suit on his body......

"Boom ......"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

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

The furious roar of the locomotive drowned out everything, and the torrent of headlights converged like the Milky Way in the night sky.

Hundreds of men on motorcycles, wearing white special attack suits and holding baseball bats, surrounded the top of the mountain.

"If you want to do it, we will also accompany you...... I've never said that...... I'm here alone......"

Folded the special attack suit in his hand and put it on the back seat of the locomotive......

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

With this turn, he seemed to be in a river of light, making it difficult to see his face.

The engines of hundreds of locomotives play a pleasant rhythm, flowing under the night of Mt. Haruna, like a never-ending soul in the quiet night.

Under the reflection of the headlights of the locomotive, his sturdy upper body, unknown runes, and the angry eyes of the Bodhisattva on his back were all visible, looking as terrifying as a peerless fierce god.

"This ......"

At this moment, Geumsama Zhang seemed to understand why Minister Teng was so optimistic about this person.

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

Dozens of men were surrounded by hundreds of locomotives on the top of the mountain, and they could not help but feel the weapons on their bodies, and some began to call for help.

"Officially, Taiichi Shimojima is the organizer of the three-gume Haruna Mountain Bike Race, and he is also a rider. The battle of the Immortal Bird Rampage Group wants to start an all-out war with the group of three? ”

The blonde man standing in front of Sousuke Araki looked at him fearlessly and stretched out his hand without hesitation.

In cooperation with Akira Geumyama, who is in charge of the handicap, the actual person who actually manages the Haruna Mountain Underground Race is none other than Taichi Shishishima, who is the strongest driver in the tripartite group.

In their opinion, the Immortal Bird Runaway Group is nothing more than a motorcycle club organized by a group of bad teenagers.

Compared with the "Three Mouths", Japan's second-largest yakuza organization with strong profits and strong funds, it is just a group of stragglers.

Getting rid of them is like a professional player kicking away a bunch of high school students on a basketball court.

Sousuke Araki took a cigarette in his mouth and directly ignored Taiichi Shibashima's outstretched hand.

"Sorry, borrowed ......"

He squeezed through the crowd of three with a big grin, and walked straight to the city palace that was surrounded in the middle.

Looking at his armor-like tattoos all over his body, and his eyes like hellish ghosts, the men of the trio automatically retreated with his steps as if they had encountered a torrent of rocks.

"Araki-san...... I'm sorry...... However, I ...... I didn't use a gun......"

In the center of the crowd, Ichihongong opened his eyes as swollen as eggs slightly, saw the man in front of him clearly, and then said with some guilt.

"Very good, next, let the seniors deal with it."

In the midst of the smoke, Sousuke Araki's expression was a little unclear.