"Hello, Mr. Nakamura, let's get acquainted. My name is Duanmu Ci." The words were spoken gently, like two complete strangers meeting by chance in a café, instantly becoming friends amidst the rising steam of coffee. But now, this wasn't a street-side café, but a battlefield, a struggle, a bloodbath!
This art style is clearly off!
Nakamura Haruo was stunned for a moment, clearly not understanding the situation either. However, he quickly realized what was happening, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. He swung the iron rod in his hand and ruthlessly swung it at the handsome face in front of him, perhaps out of jealousy...
"Watch out!" The girls were terrified and quickly warned, "Anywhere is fine, just don't hit my face!"
Duanmu Ci tightened his black umbrella instantly, blocking the attack with it. Then, with a swift motion, he struck the middle-aged Nakamura Haruo, sending him staggering backward.
Duanmu Ci got off the bike, then lifted it high and swung it sideways with all his might, instantly knocking over several riders.
"Eek, it's raining!" Duanmu Ci blinked. It was still raining in the night sky, and the rainwater was running down his hair and into his eyes, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
He opened the black umbrella over his head to shield himself from the rain, then swung the baseball bat left and right with unstoppable force!
This scene has captivated countless hearts.
A handsome young man in a long black overcoat, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, still had the leisure and composure to hold a black umbrella to shield himself from the rain, exuding the elegance of a gentleman, much like the Londoners during World War II who, despite being bombed by German aircraft, were still willing to risk their lives to go to the library to read.
Like a black rose blooming in the ruins of a battlefield.
He held aloft a black umbrella in one hand and swung a baseball bat in the other. To his left was a refined gentleman, to his right a ruthless thug! Two extreme personalities coexisted within the same person, achieving a perfect unity. In the realm of art, extreme contradictions often give birth to extreme beauty; this is a natural law and a convergence of aesthetic sensibilities.
Without a doubt, Duanmu Ci's current state embodies this "extreme contradiction, extreme beauty".
If a film director happened to come to Kabukicho and saw this scene, he would probably immediately record it and present it in his film. This kind of visually stunning fight scene has a charm that can touch anyone's heartstrings.
Of course, it would be even better if we could ignore those screams...
Duanmu Ci kept his eyes fixed on Nakamura Haruo's direction as he walked forward. His steps were steady and powerful, giving off a confident and high-spirited feeling. With each step he took, a person's head would explode, yet his steps never faltered, and even his breathing was methodical. The knuckles of his hand holding the umbrella were distinct, as if he were holding a sword.
Duanmu Ci's target was Nakamura Haruo! Although he was surrounded by his underlings, in Duanmu Ci's eyes, the difficulty of the matter would not increase because of this. It was as simple as taking the head of a general in the midst of a vast army as picking a flower in a flower garden.
Just then, music started playing over the loudspeaker of a nearby nightclub. It was "Tonight I Love You" by the famous American singer Piper Britson, a soothing love song performed by a two-time Grammy Award winner known for her folk music.
"Tonight I tell you my love."
"It seems like the natural thing to do." (It makes perfect sense and is a natural progression.)
"tonight noone's gonafindus,"
"We'll leave the world behind us."
"..."
Whether intentional or not, the lyrics of this song perfectly capture what happened tonight...
Duanmu Ci also heard the song, smiled slightly, and even started humming along. Having lived in the United States for many years, he was certainly not unfamiliar with the song.
"Tonight, ice cream, brat my love for you." Duanmu Ci swung his bat and hit a member of a certain gang on the head. So this was his way of expressing "love"...
Then another very vivid scene appeared—
Illuminated by countless colorful neon lights, a man strolled through the pouring rain, a black umbrella in hand, his trench coat as black as the long night. His hand, wielding a baseball bat, almost moved in sync with the rhythm of music, like a conductor conducting an orchestra. Wherever he passed, enemies crumbled like weeds, none able to meet his might!
"He's like a man on an isolated island," someone exclaimed.
"It's not an isolated island, it's fireworks!" someone retorted. "It's a man as dazzling as fireworks; how could an isolated island be so magnificent?"
Duanmu Ci's movements were actually very fast, after all, they were among enemy troops, but he gave the impression of being very slow. His "sword" was always like this, seemingly as fast as lightning, yet giving the feeling of cherry blossoms slowly falling under the moonlight on Mount Fuji, at a speed of seven centimeters per second. Extreme speed contained within extreme slowness; the concept of time was redefined for him.
Finally, he stood before Nakamura Haruo once again.
“Mr. Nakamura, what a coincidence, we meet again.” Duanmu Ci held up his black umbrella to shield the middle-aged man from the rain, and the two stood under the same umbrella, looking like friends.
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