radicalducati Chapter 27 The Turmoil on the Kengan
Chapter 27 The Turmoil on the Kengan
Hiyama Shunka, who had been following Li Yuan closely, naturally noticed the movement of his gaze. She glanced in that direction and, upon seeing the old man whose face was mostly burned, whispered:
"That's Katsumasa Hayami, the president of Toyo Electric Power."
Li Yuan calmly withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly: "I know."
He leaned down and whispered in Hiyama Shunka's ear, "Later, you need to find a way to reach a betting agreement with him. I need a nuclear power plant."
Hiyama Shunka's eyes widened instantly as she looked at Li Yuan, her face filled with astonishment.
Li Yuan patted her on the shoulder, his face full of confidence: "Just do it, trust in my abilities."
"Yes, I will arrange it." Hiyama Shunka readily agreed.
……
Time passed slowly, and the battle on the cargo ship "Death's End" raged on, becoming increasingly intense.
In the end, hundreds of fighters fell to the ground, and the five who fought to the very end successfully passed the preliminary rounds!
For a time, cheers and shouts filled the banquet hall of the Kengan.
The many VIPs watching the fight were thrilled by the brutal, hand-to-hand combat, raising their glasses in toasts and shouting like a pack of wolves who had just finished their hunt.
At this moment, a long ladder was erected between the dilapidated Zemei and the extravagant Kengan.
The five fighters who qualified through the preliminary rounds, along with hundreds of business representatives who had not received invitations, all ascended the ladder to the luxury cruise ship.
Waiting before them was none other than the head of the Neon Bank, the chairman of the Kengan Association—Katahara Metsudo!
The thin, short old man sat on a chair, leaning on a cane. In the interplay of night and lamplight, he resembled a dried-up corpse on the verge of death.
However, that invisible aura made all the fighters and corporate representatives who had just boarded the Kengan take a deep breath!
Behind the old man stood an endless line of burly men in black suits, like a city wall. Their synchronized movements created a heavy pressure that swept over everyone present.
At this moment, the old man was the sole center of attention on the deck of the Kengan!
It's hard for anyone not to focus their attention on him, to carefully observe his every expression and movement, and to listen attentively to every word he says.
Immediately afterwards, the president of the Kengan Association made a statement that was very much in line with his status and position, such as "businessmen are the players, and fighters are just pawns."
These words enraged a fighter who was already resentful of being treated differently, and he rushed forward, wanting to teach the withered old man a lesson.
Then, he was punched and kicked by a middle-aged man in a black suit who looked like a passerby behind the old man, and he was sent flying into the sea.
Thus, the number of fighters who passed the preliminary rounds has been reduced from five to four.
Adding to the twenty-eight fighters already on the luxury cruise ship, the total number of fighters in the Kengan Deathmatch is exactly thirty-two!
As the newly boarded passengers entered the banquet hall of the Kengan, the place immediately became even more lively.
With the absence of intense, visceral battles, the place has once again become luxurious, high-class, elegant, and resplendent.
Those VIPs who had previously acted like bloodthirsty beasts now concealed their claws and bestiality, becoming polite and amiable once again.
Accompanied by soothing music, people bustled about, chatting and laughing, clinking glasses and raising their toasts in celebration.
Some people gathered in twos and threes, and while chatting and laughing, they made a deal worth tens or hundreds of billions.
Some people, disregarding others, grabbed food from the table and ate and drank to their hearts' content.
Some people looked on with dazed eyes, moving back and forth excitedly.
Suddenly, it was as if a cold wind blew through the entire hall, instantly turning the previously harmonious and warm atmosphere into a somber one.
On the top floor of the banquet hall, the gaunt old man, Katahara Metsudo, appeared silently, accompanied by two guards.
At that moment, it was as if the whole world had been put on pause. The music that had been filling the hall suddenly stopped, and everyone turned to look.
The gaunt old man looked down at the hall below and said in a slow but powerful voice:
"This ship will sail to the finals venue in 27 hours, at which time the official registration for the Kengan Elimination Tournament will take place."
"Under these circumstances, private fighting between combatants is strictly prohibited on board, and violators will be punished."
"Now, please enjoy your journey."
After speaking, the old man turned and left, surrounded by his guards, disappearing into the darkness.
The beautiful music started again. Although the tune was the same as before, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became strangely odd.
The root of all this, of course, lies in what the Kengan Association president, Katahara Metsudo, just said—to prohibit fighting between combatants.
In other words, everything else is possible!
Since the registration for the Kengan Suicide Match will only take place after we land, it means that the thirty-two fighters on the ship are actually only "prospective fighters" at present.
This means that the fighters can be changed, and those who officially participate in the competition do not necessarily have to be these thirty-two people.
Moreover, the representatives of these companies present are not within the scope of the ban on private fights!
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall became unpredictable and turbulent.
Bribery, threats, and exchanges of favors... all sorts of "business tactics" are about to be employed!
Hiyama Shunka, who has been the president of Wakaki Life Insurance for many years, is naturally well aware of all this.
However, when she saw Li Yuan's nonchalant face beside her, her heart immediately felt incredibly at ease.
"Let's take this opportunity to reach a betting agreement with Katsumasa Hayami."
After thinking it over for a while, she took out her phone and began to issue orders and make various arrangements according to Li Yuan's request.
……
In a luxurious presidential suite, Katsumi Hayami sat on a sofa in the center of the hall, a sinister smile on his face, listening to a report from his subordinates on the phone.
"Hehehe, that little girl really has guts, much braver than her father..."
"Want to play a betting game with me? Hmph..."
"Fine, I'll agree to her request."
After hanging up the phone, Katsumasa Hayami wore a "everything is under control" smile, but it looked particularly ferocious against the backdrop of burn scars covering most of his face.
"I didn't expect such a pleasant surprise. Since you've come to me of your own accord, I won't stand on ceremony."
He chuckled darkly twice, turned his head to look at the "monster" standing behind the sofa, over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and said:
"What do you think of Li Yuan? If you were to face him, would you be confident of victory?"
The monster behind him fell silent for a moment, remaining silent for a long time, as if lost in thought.