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The middle-aged man, who had a kind and honest appearance, responded with a frown.
“You don’t need to worry about who I am. Right now, in the name of the president of ‘undermount’, I challenge ‘argus’ to a non-official Kengan match with membership slots as the stakes.”
"you……!"
"I'll give you ten seconds to think it over. If you can't, Kenzo Yamashita's head will explode like a watermelon."
"……?!"wide.
Chapter 125
The only light in the entire bedroom came from the faint glow of the computer screen.
Dark and dirty.
In a room that hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long, a young man sat in front of a computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a piano, as cascading data flowed across the screen.
His skin was as pale as Kayaba Akihiko's, as if he hadn't been out in the sun for a long time. He was also just as thin, with long hair and wearing unremarkable glasses. Behind the glasses, his eyes were like a stagnant pool.
buzzing...
The phone on the table rang without warning.
The young man... or rather, Kenzo Yamashita glanced at the caller ID and then answered the phone.
"what happened?"
His voice was stiff and slightly hoarse.
He seems very uncomfortable talking to people.
"President! Something terrible has happened! Someone is threatening your life to force me to start a Kengan match against 'a093rgus', and they've even staked our membership slots on it."
The person on the other end of the phone said urgently.
This person is none other than Masahiko Ota, the current president of 'undermount'.
"What? You agreed?"
Kenzo Yamashita asked, frowning.
"...I agreed. I had no choice, boss. They said they would kill you if you didn't agree, and they even know your name. I didn't dare disobey."
Masahiko Ota tried his best to defend himself.
"Idiot, what's so strange about them knowing my name? They don't even know where I live. It's obviously the group that acquired 'argus' pulling the strings behind the scenes. But since it's already been sent out, we can only bite the bullet and go for it. It's just a membership spot. If we lose, we lose. We'll have a chance to win it back later."
Kenzo Yamashita's calm and rational tone seemed to give Masahiko Ota courage.
The latter visibly relaxed and said with a forced smile, "We might not necessarily lose. Our fighters are not ordinary people. If all else fails, we can ask for outside help. Don't worry, leave this to me. I will definitely handle it perfectly."
"Furthermore, the plan against 'argus' will be put on hold for now. I need to figure out their background before making any further plans."
"Understood, understood. I am ready to serve you at any time."
Amidst the flattering voices, Kenzo Yamashita hung up the phone without hesitation.
Staring at the phone in his hand.
Kenzo Yamashita muttered to himself:
"Perhaps it's time to replace it with a 'stand-in'. As the company has developed to this stage, the performance of this stand-in is becoming somewhat inadequate."
He shook his head at the thought of 'argus'.
"Kayaba Akihiko's technology has broad prospects, especially in the field of brain research, which is of great significance. If he can help me, my cooperation with [Mushi] will also gain more say... Although I don't know why they are so obsessed with human research, their power should not be underestimated and can help me take control of this country more quickly."
The chair moved backward.
Kenzo Yamashita stood up, staring blankly at the three computers in front of him.
He hadn't left this house in a long time.
Ultimately, he realized something.
That is, you can do what you want through information and the internet without leaving your room.
Whether it's starting a company or taking control of a country.
Ultimately, they're all the same.
The only difference is the time it takes.
"But it won't be long... Nogi has already won 49 matches, and he only needs one more to start a revolution, but the ultimate winner will be me."
There seemed to be some noise coming from outside the house.
Kenzo Yamashita walked to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked outside.
His father, Yamashita Kazuo, had returned.
And his younger brother, Yasuo.
The two seem to be arguing about something, but it looks like Nobita is clearly winning.
That man... was as weak as ever.
She couldn't even lift her head in front of her own son.
"It's been half a year since we last met, Dad."
Looking at that old-looking face full of frowns, a look of disbelief flashed in Kenzo Yamashita's eyes.
at this time……
Glass made of a special material suddenly shatters.
An armor-piercing bullet, as long as a finger, pierced the body of Kenzo Yamashita.
The powerful kinetic energy sent him flying, crashing into the bedroom wall.
The glasses on my nose fell to the ground, and I couldn't pick them up.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the shattered glass, and the glaring blood spread out beneath him.
"..."
Kenzo Yamashita sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, his eyes gradually losing focus.
In the moments before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see his father, Yamashita Kazuo, rush into the bedroom shouting something at him, but he could hear nothing more.
……
"Target confirmed dead."
On the rooftop of a building a kilometer away from his home at the foot of the mountain, Wu Fengshui looked up and gave Wu Bianzao an 'OK' sign.
The bulging veins around the right eye, which had become congested, gradually subsided.
This is a 'partial liberation' that few other members of the Wu clan can achieve.
It is precisely because of this skill, coupled with her excellent firing rate and sniping technique, that she has the title of "Magic Bullet Shooter" with the word "magic" in her name.
Close combat is definitely not her forte.
"Thank you for your hard work. Now, we can hand over the data on Yamashita Kenzo's computer to the others for safekeeping. We can call it a day now."
Wu Bianzao said in a relaxed tone.
"But I really didn't expect that a single phone call would be enough to lure someone to the window. I thought I'd have to wait around for a while."
"I was stunned when I saw it."
Wu Fengshui popped a lollipop into his mouth and began packing his gear.
"No wonder it's called a 'natural disaster'; anyone who goes against that guy ends up with a bad end."
Wu Bianzao sighed.
"I must say, that's quite an apt description. I'll pass it on for you next time we meet, Brother Bianzao."
"Hey! This has nothing to do with me. I heard it from the underground circles yesterday. Apparently, quite a few people have started calling that man 'Disaster Star,' 'Calamity,' 'God of Misfortune,' and so on. On the contrary, the title 'Kicking Demon' is starting to sound like it's about to retire."
"What? 'Ghosts' are all bad?"
Wu Fengshui muttered in dissatisfaction.
"There's no way around it. Compared to his kicking skills, people are more wary of his other abilities now."
Wu Bianzao shrugged.
"Indeed... even that guy Lei An is lying in bed in a vegetative state, and we don't know when he'll wake up."
"That guy only behaves himself at times like this, I think it suits him quite well."
The two then left the building together.
More than half an hour later, the police finally arrived at the location, but they were unable to find any useful clues.
Meanwhile, several discreet individuals with black skin and white eyes, disguised as police officers, entered the Yamashita house and disappeared without a trace, carrying with them the computer that originally belonged to Yamashita Kenzo in the second-floor bedroom.
Chapter 126
This was a battle that took place in mid-May.
Location: The courtyard of an abandoned villa.
"The victory is decided!"
Cheetah Hattori, a senior referee from the Kengan Association, swung his hand down and delivered a decisive verdict.
"The winner is Yato Igarashi, a fighter belonging to 'argus'!"
His voice echoed.
Like a pebble thrown into water, it stirred up ripples in the hearts of the audience.
"It ended way too fast!"
"...That 'monster' that helped 'Undermount' climb dozens of places in the Kengan Association's corporate rankings didn't even last ten seconds?!"
"As expected of the 'natural disaster' that even the higher-ups fear, this is a battle on a completely different level."
"Is 'undermount' blinded by its string of successes? It's unbelievable that a small company like 'argus' could hire this man."
"It seems necessary to pay attention to areas outside the industry; the gaming market appears to be a good investment target."
"What a pity for 'under17mount'. Losing their membership means all the rankings they've built up over the years have gone down the drain. Hahaha, serves them right."
……
Amazement, praise, regret, joy...
From the faces of the members around them, one can easily sense why life is so diverse. In a sense, this group of people, who have accumulated countless wealth and resources, can be described as the embodiment of desire.
The pool bottom was completely dry, with even the smooth tiles broken and damaged.
Yato looked down at the burly man lying on the ground, his neck twisted unnaturally.
The other person's face was as ferocious as a monster, and their voice was just as unpleasant as their appearance.
Before the event began, he made a lot of boastful remarks, claiming that he would definitely beat his own dog to a pulp for scheming against his own company.
Now, it lies sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.
Even if they are sent to the hospital for treatment in time, the best outcome is lifelong paralysis.
"It's unrealistic to expect a brainless creature to launch an unexpected counterattack."
Yato chuckled.
With a sudden burst of strength in his legs, he leaped into the air.
The depth of the three-meter-deep pool was nothing more than the thickness of a mere step to him.
To onlookers, it looked as if an unseen force had lifted him out of the pool.
The bizarre visual impact, coupled with the icy, deep atmosphere that made it almost impossible to move, caused the people in suits and ties, dressed in flamboyant attire, to quickly scatter and make way.
"From a courtesy standpoint, I should probably say 'thank you for your hard work,' but seeing that you haven't even broken a sweat, let's save the post-match consolation for next time."