Chapter 61: I Am Just a Passing Masked Rider
Chapter 61: I Am Just a Passing Masked Rider
The second floor of Tokyo’s metropolitan area was a playground for the rich.
The Morishita family barely clung to the tail end of the upper class, living in a wealthy neighborhood with top-notch security and a private villa. Every square inch here was worth a fortune—folks from the fourth floor could work their whole lives and still never afford a bathroom in this zone.
Yet Morishita Yamato felt his home had become worthless, like a moldy prison trapping him.
His latest girlfriend had just stormed out. Now he lounged on the sofa wearing only a towel, cigarette in hand. This girl was new—his previous girlfriend Miyamoto Masami and two basketball team lackeys had been forced to transfer schools recently.
Yamato couldn’t stand people who’d seen him embarrassed still breathing the same air. He didn’t care about losing them. Subordinates and women were replaceable, like this new girl who’d rushed from the third floor at his call. After he’d vented his frustrations, he’d kicked her out without a second thought.
She’d left without complaint, like a rushed service worker. That’s the power of wealth—a lesson his parents had hammered into him since childhood.
Yamato lived by this code. That’s why he’d casually dropped 100k on a hitman instead of sending thugs to cause trouble. The latter was for amateurs. Real rich guys outsourced their dirty work.
His self-congratulatory mood shattered when his phone rang.
“Still nothing? I don’t care if he’s breathing or rotting—find him or don’t come back.”
The caller was one of Yamato’s lackeys stationed near Fang Cheng’s home. Even though the black market assassin had reported “mission complete” and “corpse disposed,” Yamato needed confirmation. He wouldn’t leave his house until he knew Fang Cheng was dead. Though hot-headed, he’d inherited some of his father’s cunning.
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Hanging up, Yamato traced the faint scar on his forehead with a grimace, looking like he’d just buried his dad. The old man was actually alive and well.
The injury from Fang Cheng’s attack hadn’t fully healed—another reason to stay hidden. He didn’t need people seeing his shame.
Grabbing his phone, he pulled up a photo of Asaka Akihime smiling gently. Surveillance showed she was close to Fang Cheng. Yamato normally ignored goody-two-shoes types, but tormenting her might get under his enemy’s skin.
She’d been absent from school lately. Maybe he’d send goons to her place tomorrow.
His original plan had been to kidnap both her and Fang Cheng, get his revenge, then feed them to Tokyo Bay. But advisors warned that was too risky—hence the black market hitman.
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Meanwhile, Fang Cheng raced through Koto and Sumida districts on his motorcycle, midnight wind whipping past. For days he’d been baiting the streets after dark, hunting for one thing—a vampire to pit against the Morishita family.
With Fang Cheng’s current power, he couldn’t secretly handle the three Morishita family members.
He changed his approach, switching the target from ‘secretly dealing with them’ to ‘not revealing’ himself.
Then he found a way.
For days, Fang Cheng had wandered at night carrying a black pot, ready to trap any approaching vampire.
Yet after long searches, he hadn’t found any. The vampires seemed to have disappeared.
He couldn’t leave these two districts though – Morishita Yamato’s home was here, and moving too far might not lure one in.
He kept a backup plan in case of failure.
At four AM, Fang Cheng prepared to return empty-handed when blood scent rode the road’s breeze into his nostrils.
Screech—
He braked hard, motorcycle tires scarring the ground.
Planting one foot, he stared down the straight road.
A white car stood motionless ahead, blood odor oozing from it.
As Fang Cheng looked, the car door flung open. A woman’s body tumbled out.
The young woman in a short skirt lay motionless, twin blood holes on her neck still leaking.
Clearly another vampire hunting at midnight, this one littering food scraps carelessly after feeding.
The door slammed shut. Headlights flashed on.
Fang Cheng knew he’d been spotted.
A driver’s duel became unavoidable.
He donned his mask, pulled out his phone, and jammed headphones over his ears. Rhythm blasted through them:
“Water ballet, Indian tough guys…”
“Indian rice, kicking out feels…”
“My speedster, Indian deals…”
Bobbing his head, Fang Cheng pocketed the phone. Pivoting on one foot, he spun his motorcycle around.
He twisted the throttle. The engine roared, launching the bike like an arrow.
Simultaneously, the white car’s tires screeched, rear spewing smoke as it accelerated.
Through the silent night they raced – Fang Cheng leading, the car chasing.
A curve approached. To the tune of “Take Your Mom Flying,” Fang Cheng leaned low, knee grazing asphalt through a perfect drift.
“Cool!”
In the pursuing car, young driver Muba Daichi slapped his steering wheel, applauding the skill.
He accelerated into the bend, yanking the wheel sharply.
The car fishtailed, spinning into roadside barriers.
“Damn! My driving skills can’t be worse than yours!!”
Muba Daichi crashed, blood streaming from his head. He cursed violently, reversed back onto the road, then floored the accelerator to pursue Fang Cheng.
The wound on his head healed quickly.
Fang Cheng up ahead got startled, only relaxing when he saw his pursuer return.
Catching a vampire was hard enough – it’d be beyond absurd if his target got eliminated by a car accident.
The chase resumed its familiar pattern.
Exiting the highway into commercial districts, a drone zipped above Fang Cheng’s head issuing speed warnings.
Fang Cheng ignored it. His motorcycle’s plate was covered, with multiple detachable modifications installed.
Standard procedure dictated traffic police would intercept after failed warnings and untraceable vehicles.
But at 4 AM with empty streets, officers preferred drone surveillance over immediate action.
This gave Fang Cheng enough timeline to lead his vampire tail to the target zone.
Beyond the commercial area, the vampire repeatedly tried closing in but got outmaneuvered each time.
Fang Cheng maintained precise distance, expertly baiting his prey like seasoned angler.
Thirty minutes later, he guided the vampire to wealthy villa district containing Morishita family’s estate.
Before the vampire arrived, Fang Cheng swerved into alley, braked hard, and grabbed steel balls from his pack.
The pursuing drone turned the corner just as Fang Cheng hurled steel projectiles with full power.
His enhanced strength made the steel balls deadly weapons.
The fragile drone shattered instantly, crashing down as scrap metal.
Fang Cheng destroyed nearby surveillance cameras with remaining balls, then stashed his motorcycle in roadside bushes secured with chain.
The entire process took under ten seconds.
Emerging from greenery, he activated short-distance dash towards Morishita property.
Muba Daichi’s car plowed through wealthy district’s roads recklessly, ignoring patrols and trailing drones.
Driven mad by Fang Cheng’s lingering scent, the vampire’s eyes burned crimson.
Fang Cheng reached Morishita villa’s perimeter wall and vaulted over.
His landing alerted security personnel.
“Identify yourself!”
An armed guard challenged the masked intruder.
Fang Cheng struck a pose, hands on hips: “Just a passing masked knight.”
Security guard: “???”
During the guard’s confusion, Fang Cheng closed the distance with short-distance dash and drove a hand chop into his chest.