Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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When Yan Yuanmei arrived at the nearby streets, he put Dou Tang down, took out a white special attack uniform from his backpack, and said, "Put this on, and then walk over there yourself. If anyone asks, just say you are a new member of the Sixth Division."

Dou Tang obediently took the clothes and put them on. The pure white special forces coat made him look tall and slender. Although the huge characters written on the special forces uniform looked extremely flamboyant, they could not suppress his unique temperament at all.

Yan Yuanmei looked at him with a melancholy gaze and sighed.

"If you had taken over Ghost Island back then, the Headless Dog wouldn't exist, right?"

“That’s impossible,” Dou Tang said coldly.

"Well, that's impossible... but seeing you in this outfit makes me involuntarily fantasize about that kind of outcome." Yan Yuanmei chuckled self-deprecatingly. "When you beat me, I was thinking about how fun it would be to race cars with you in the future."

"In the end... you didn't even remember me." She turned her head away.

Tou Tang didn't want to coax her at this time, so he shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself that the old Tou Tang was really too understanding, and then walked forward.

What would happen if I had never come into this world, if Kiryu Toudou were still alive and this world were free of evil spirits?

?

Perhaps... Kiryu Toudou will meet Iwabuchi Mei again sometime in the future, and perhaps some story and sparks will fly between the two of them. A delinquent and the leader of a biker gang... that seems quite interesting.

But now that Dou Tang is here, those possibilities are irrelevant to him.

Watching Dou Tang walk forward without looking back, Yan Yuanmei helplessly started the engine and continued driving forward, quickly overtaking Dou Tang and disappearing around the street corner.

Chapter 172 Blending in

The streets were bustling with noise.

Two police officers stood nervously on the street corner, looking into the distance.

"Hey, senior, those biker gangs... are we really not going to do anything about them?" The young officer looked at his senior.

The senior police officer took a sip of coffee, rubbed his dark circles, and said, "Come on, things have settled down in Urayasu City recently, and everyone has finally been able to relax a bit. Now you want to bother with these biker gangs who only know how to fight?"

"If you want to go, you go first. I'll report your work injury to the authorities," he said calmly, taking another sip of coffee.

“If they were speeding, we would call the traffic police. But they're not racing. They're just having a gathering in a public parking lot. Why should we bother with them?”

"Just keep a close eye on things, Springfield. You still have a lot to learn."

The young police officer nodded, leaned against the police car, and, following his senior's example, started slacking off.

As Dou Tang walked past the street corner, he immediately spotted the biker gang squatting at the entrance of a public parking lot not far away. Although those guys didn't hit anyone, they were squatting right at the only entrance and exit of the parking lot, and other vehicles nearby obediently went around them. It was clearly a public place, but they had turned it into their private territory by blocking the way.

Dou Tang walked towards the parking lot, passing two police officers slacking off by the roadside, and gave them a rather strange look.

To Dou Tang's surprise, even though Dou Tang's eyes were cold and fierce, the two police officers did not react at all. The uncle with dark circles under his eyes even rolled his eyes.

...That's strange, are all the police officers in Tokyo so good at slacking off?

Dou Tang walked to the parking lot. The thugs blocking his way nodded at him, seeing that he was wearing the headless dog special attack uniform, and asked, "Brother, which squad are you from?"

"Sixth Division," Dou Tang said coldly.

"Oh?" The leader, a sharp-mouthed youth, brightened up, spat out his nearly burnt-out cigarette on the ground, and laughed, "So you're from the newly formed Sixth Division! I heard your division is full of amazing racers. We'll be counting on you guys for our future racing adventures!"

"Hey, I heard..." His eyes were a little lewd, "Your squad leader is a really cool and sassy older sister, is that true? I heard she looks just like Mikasa when she's cold-faced!"

Uh... Mikasa?

I didn't expect this guy to be a fan of Attack on Titan...

Dou Tang scratched the back of his head and said, "Our squad leader... well, brother, you'll see for yourself at the assembly later, won't you?"

“Yeah, yeah.” The sharp-beaked biker gang member laughed and made way for Dou Tang, patting him on the shoulder: “You’re really tall, kid. It’s a waste of your talent to just be good at racing.”

Dou Tang didn't reply to him, but just walked inside on his own.

Seeing that he wasn't interested, the sharp-beaked biker shrugged and went back to squatting.

Upon entering the parking lot, Dou Tang saw mostly various kinds of motorcycles. These motorcycles were parked haphazardly in the parking lot, creating an extremely chaotic scene. Members of the biker gang chatted in twos and threes around the motorcycles. The air was filled with the smell of burnt tires, and there were many black tire tracks left on the ground.

The parking lot has three levels. At this moment, the sound of motorcycles drifting can be heard from the upper levels, mixed with the cheers and applause of the young people.

It was like a chaotic carnival.

Some people were drinking beer on their motorcycles, some were chatting, and others were sitting on their motorcycles showing off to others. Dou Tang walked through the middle of the road like an oddity.

But those people didn't pay him any more attention.

Dou Tang walked up the slope and went up to the second floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, an even stronger smell of burning tires filled the air, pungent yet reminiscent of intense heat, causing Dou Tang to immediately frown.

Even more people gathered on the second floor, forming a circle in the widest central area. Inside the circle, a burly man was driving a motorcycle, performing a burnout and drifting maneuver, the tires screeching against the ground.

"Woohoo! Hahahaha!"

"Alright! One more lap!"

The crowd cheered, their faces flushed with excitement, and some even held bottles of liquor.

Dou Tang quietly slipped into the crowd and headed higher up.

But soon, the burly man in the center of the arena noticed Dou Tang, stopped his car, and shouted, "Hey, wait! You from the Sixth Division! You haven't performed your ceremony yet!"

ceremony?

Dou Tang stopped and looked at the man.

The man patted his shoulder: "I am the captain of the First Division, Hachimoku Shin. Friends from the Sixth Division, welcome to the Headless Dogs!"

The so-called Sixth Division is the division led by Iwabuchi Mei. After the division was established, a group of former biker gang members who came for the high-speed racing quickly joined. Most of the former Onishima members who had been assigned to various divisions also joined the Sixth Division.

But Yamu was certain that he had never seen this person before; this must be a new member who had recently joined.

He greeted him with a warm smile, while Dou Tang took the opportunity to sized up the man in front of him.

This man looked to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and he was part of a biker gang.

He was on the older side of this group, which had a relatively small age range. He was tall and muscular, and his oversized special attack uniform was stretched taut. His square face was covered in sweat.

Even sitting on a motorcycle, Dou Tang's height is about 1.9 meters.

Yamu Shin waved and said, "Aren't you Sixth Division members all good at racing? Come on, the rule today is that everyone in the Sixth Division has to leave a tire track here with my car!"

Dou Tang understood that he probably couldn't refuse at this point, and he had no choice but to go for what he had to do next.

Fortunately... I know how to burn tires.

He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "So that's how it is. What a special welcome ceremony."

Eight Eyes got out of the car, put his hands on his hips and smiled: "Come on, let's test my car."

Dou Tang straddled the motorcycle, took a quick feel for it, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared loudly, sounding even somewhat pleasant.

He skillfully gripped the clutch and shifted into first gear, then increased the engine speed.

The locomotive started moving.

Dou Tang leaned forward, gripped the front brake, and controlled it to almost the fullest extent. Then, he pressed his body forward, slowly accelerated, and released the clutch.

With superb body balance, the motorcycle seemed to become one with the toy, the engine roared, and the tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground at high speed.

Thick white smoke rose as Dou Tang, under the watchful eyes of dozens of bikers, skillfully began burning tires and spinning in circles, leaving a black mark on the ground.

Yamu Shin nodded in agreement.

After stopping the car, Ba Muxin smiled and said, "Alright, brother, it's cooked well! It's really beautiful."

Dou Tang nodded gently.

But after looking at him closely, Yamuko suddenly frowned.

"Hey buddy...you, you look a lot like..."

"He looks just like Kiryu-nii... How amazing."

Chapter 173 The Gathering of Headless Dogs

Dou Tang suddenly jumped back a small step, widened his eyes, and pretended to be very surprised, saying in a high-pitched voice, "Eh?! Really?"

"Do I look a lot like Kiryu-nii?!" He pointed to his face, using a mask to cover it, making an exaggerated gesture.

Seeing this, Yagami gave a deep, long "hmm" and shook his head, saying, "It's just that the eyes are a bit similar. Kiryu-nii and you have completely different temperaments."

"You'll see that unique charisma today! Newcomer!" He patted Dou Tang on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

Dou Tang offered no comment, only nodding slightly.

Eight Eyes didn't ask him to do anything further. He turned around, pointed to the slope leading up, and said, "Alright, newbie, you go up first. We'll start once everyone's here."

Dou Tang turned and left, and the people next to him muttered a few words, saying that the people of the Sixth Division were really strange, but Dou Tang ignored them.

Once you go upstairs, you'll find yourself in an open-air parking lot.

The open-air parking lot was almost full of all kinds of motorcycles. The lights on the motorcycles illuminated the originally dark parking lot, and for a moment, Dou Tang thought he had come to a night market.

The noise and clamor of the youths suddenly erupted, echoing in the low-ceilinged open-air parking lot between the buildings.

The headlights shone on the walls of the buildings on both sides, occasionally flashing the profiles or silhouettes of people, accompanied by laughter.

The clinking of glasses and the sounds of laughter and banter created a festive atmosphere.

Near the edge, there was a temporary platform with a few chairs and people setting up a huge Bluetooth speaker and microphone. Every now and then, someone would say "hello, hello, hello".

This is a celebration for biker gangs, a celebration that uses wild revelry and challenging the rules to fill their own emptiness and confusion.

Several people were standing beside the platform, with Iwabuchi Mei among them, talking to the others. One of them, whose body was wrapped in bandages and whose arm was in a sling, was none other than Asakura Chifu, whom Iwabuchi had beaten.

Of course, Dou Tang also saw the tall Qianye Jiuciye.

The tall, thin man next to him should be Hachimono, while the quiet, bespectacled man talking to Iwabuchi Mei is Mamiya Kenichi.

The "strategist" Kenichi Mamiya, the notorious delinquent brothers Hachime, the money-obsessed Chiya Kujino, and the ruthless "despicable Asakura".

Now, there's also Iwabuchi Mei, the former leader of Onigashima, a mysterious woman whose name has been heard by biker gangs and delinquents throughout Tokyo.

Tonight, this can truly be called a grand event for the Headless Dogs, and also the banner for their official march into Tokyo.

Dou Tang tightened his mask, found a corner, and squatted down. His thuggish squat made him inconspicuous in the crowd.

Time passed by minute by minute.

One after another, new bikers arrived at the open-air parking lot. The buildings on both sides would occasionally light up their motion-activated lights because of the laughter. Many residents who were disturbed opened their windows to see what was going on, but after discovering that it was a large group of bikers, they quickly closed their windows for fear of getting into trouble.

In Japan, herd mentality is a terrible thing. It not only fosters a morbid workplace atmosphere, but also cultivates a style of behavior where rumors spread like wildfire.

Once fools gather together, the danger level will rise sharply.

Throughout Japan, from the 1980s to the 2000s, almost none of the heinous incidents caused by biker gangs and delinquent youths were committed by individuals alone. Many of the most brutal and even morally reprehensible cases were committed after these individuals formed small groups and were instigated by members of those groups.

The headless dog in front of them is a vicious group consisting of hundreds of people who hold periodic gatherings and even have a professional extortion and robbery team.

Even if it's just to make the area more stable, Dou Tang has to break up this group.

This is so troublesome... This is the first time Dou Tang has ever felt that dealing with ordinary people is so troublesome.

What am I doing? Doing a good deed? Or... acting as a champion of justice?

Fall Guys, here to report!

He chuckled self-deprecatingly twice and continued to wait.

As more and more people arrived, the atmosphere of the upcoming gathering grew stronger. Dou Tang stood up and hid in a position far away from the platform. Qianye Jiuciye and Asakura Chiba were people he had dealt with before, and it would be troublesome if he were recognized.

When it was time for the gathering, Yagino walked downstairs, followed by a large group of arrogant biker gang members. The biker gang uniforms they wore also had "First Division" written on them, so it seemed that it was his own team.

Dou Tang carefully examined the group. These people were not just ordinary young men; they were all very strong, with weapons on their backs and waists, and fierce eyes. Some biker gang members even bowed when they passed by.

These guys were probably popular among delinquents when they were still in school, and now that they've reached the age to enter society, they've still chosen the worst option: becoming biker gang members.

At least here, they can still enjoy the same respect as when they were bullying others at school, which clearly demonstrates people's pursuit of social status.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yagino walked forward and casually arrived at the foot of the platform. He stood aside, first greeting Iwabuchi Mei and the others, and then picked up the microphone next to him.

"Hello?" The portable speaker on the platform made a sound, reminding Dou Tang of the old ladies dancing in the square.

Yagino yelled at the top of his lungs, "Fellow headless dogs, be quiet!"

The previously noisy crowd quieted down a little, but many people were still talking.

Dou Tang took the opportunity to glance around and found that those still talking were mostly from other squads. It seemed that the relationship between the squads was not as harmonious as he had thought.

It seems that although Yagino is the strongest captain of the First Division, his words don't carry much weight.

Just then, a loud motorcycle noise came from downstairs.