Hakudo Kyung has heard of the Boxing Club, which is the number one fighting organization in Japan.
However, I have never heard of something like "Fist is willing to kill one's life" which makes people feel murderous when they hear it.
Putting his hand on Kotori's lovable Ai-chan's waist again, Takemoto Kuan first waved his hand to the angry Akano Tessa-ki, signaling him to calm down.
After he sat down again with a cold snort, he turned to Bai Tangjing and explained.
"Perhaps you have heard of the Fist Club, which is actually an organization among Japan's top financial groups that resolves business disputes through force. In each Fist Duel, tens of billions of yen belong to the fighting skills of those companies. flow between the person's fists.
As for Quan Yuan Jue Ming, it is even more related to the battle for the position of the president of Quan Yuan Association!
The current president of Kengan is none other than the president of Dainichi Nomoto Bank, Katagen Mitō.
If the position of president falls...it is not an exaggeration to say that it will affect the economic direction of Japan as a whole!"
Information that is enough to set off a storm among ordinary people flowed out from the mouth of the strong old man.
Even in Kamurocho, Ai-chan, who was always known for her good acting skills and understanding of the profound and the superficial, and who had seen strong winds and waves, couldn't help but freeze in the old man's arms the moment she heard this information.
Akano Tessaki said angrily after being comforted.
"You also know that this matter is of great importance!? Lord 'Martial God'!
This game is related to the life and death of many giant companies. Please be serious...
...Bar...?"
Before Akano Tessaki could finish speaking, this man who stood at the top of the country's media industry was suddenly stunned.
It was as if I was suddenly placed next to a steel-making furnace, hot and dangerous.
The monster-like pressure was like countless red blades emerging from the molten steel, pointing at the center of his eyebrows, making his whole body stiff and numb.
While sweating profusely, Akano Tesaki turned his head tremblingly towards the source of the pressure - the direction of the kid that he had never intended to look at from the beginning.
Where are the "little devils"?
Slowly taking off his glasses, his disheveled hair was smoothed back with one hand.
But this simple action seemed to awaken some kind of monster.
Those eyes seemed to glow with a sad red light.
Even a layman like myself... can feel the murderous aura as if the blade is coming!
"A private club of a large enterprise, with tens of billions of funds flowing in one game... Why didn't you tell me earlier, Master?"
The three elements of human power: money, power, and fists.
And now, Bai Tangjing, who has been chasing these three elements for eight years and dare not slack off, has discovered...
In Boxing Club, money, power and boxing are integrated!
The corners of the young man's mouth slowly curved into a ferocious arc.
The dangerous meaning in that smile is like a blood-thirsty beast!
Takemoto Jiuyasu, who stopped holding the wine glass in his hand, hugged Ai-chan who was trembling unconsciously in the murderous aura that seemed to be burning.
He looked at his disciple with eyes that regarded him as something precious.
What is murderous intent, what is greed for money and power?
No! Rather, if a martial artist does not have these, he will just be a useless waste!
"Wow - what a great fighting spirit, Mirror!
Then in this boxing match, you will replace me and become the fighter of White Night News."
Because of the instinct to avoid danger that comes from deep within her genes, Akano Tessaki almost retracted herself into the sofa.
But after all, capitalists’ greed for assets cannot be stopped by mere survival instinct.
After Takemoto Jiuan spoke, he almost jumped out of the sofa, crossed the table and held Bai Tangjing's hand.
"This...sir! I apologize for my ignorance just now. No matter what, please become a fighter in our company! Please!"
This kind of momentum! Coupled with the skills and physique that even the "God of War" would nod to praise, the fist is willing to die... isn't this stable?!
Akano Tessaki's face turned into a smile, and she held Baitang Jing's hand and shook it up and down.
But regardless of whether the president, who has never seen the strength of the world's top fighters, is confident in Bai Tang Jing at this time, is accurate.
Just in this booth alone, something beyond his expectation happened...
"Ah...Akano-san, I want to set up a company of my own and then work as a fighter at the same time."
"..."
"......ah?????"
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After Baidang Jing left, Takemoto Jiuan also asked Ai-chan to get off work early.
In the booth of the custom shop, only two grown men, Takemoto Kuan and Akano Tessaki, were left, drinking and drinking by themselves.
"What are you doing?! Takemoto-san!
The person you consider your direct disciple has quietly got 50 million US dollars in your hand, which is enough to pay for a ticket to the Boxing Club. Don’t you, a master, know this?
Now you don’t want to participate, and the candidate has established his own business... Hiccup! What do you want me to do!"
Amid the ups and downs, the media tycoon, who had given up on himself, drank heavily of sake.
Opposite him, the sturdy old man who used to drink the most cheerfully was now just playing with the wine glass in his hand, and his tone was incomprehensible.
"Those things don't matter, Akano, help him arrange a battle for membership qualifications.
As for the competition, I will go."
He was saying embarrassing words, but on that old, beardless face, he could not suppress his joyful laughter!
"Really, the normalcy that I finally cultivated has been broken.
Isn’t this just... forcing my master to fight with you!"
The expensive bone china wine glass in his hand turned into fine debris and fell down.
As early as the moment Bai Tangjing's momentum exploded, it was crushed to pieces by the hand holding it like a stress reaction.
It's just that the owner of the hand has always maintained a perfect appearance with exquisite and gentle strength. But now, Takemoto Jiu'an, who is determined to compete, is no longer too lazy to maintain the demeanor of a master.
It is completely different from the Baitang Mirror.
A clear but huge murderous aura emanated from the strong old man's body.
Indeed, as the "Martial God" said, martial artists who have no fighting spirit are nothing more than second-rate.
Martial artists who always have the narrow goal of "being the strongest" as their ultimate goal, even if the person standing in the way is a direct disciple, they will attack without mercy...
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When Bai Tangjing walked out of the custom shop, she had already put on her flat glasses again and messed up her hair.
He hummed a little tune and walked happily on the streets of Kamurocho.
The streets were a little bleak during the day, but this did not affect his joy at finding an express train that could combine money, power, and fists and lead all the way to the highest level of human society.
While Bai Tangjing was walking, in order to take a shortcut and take a taxi, he walked into a dark alley.
This "corner of the city" is a mixed bag.
A few gangsters who gathered together early in the morning to smoke, and a few homeless people who used cardboard as beds.
And just like him, he is a person who seeks convenience and takes shortcuts.
Short-sleeved shirt, hot pants, short-haired peaked cap.
Judging from the shape of her legs, she looks like a girl with tight muscles.
But from the hairstyle, he looks like a tomboy.
Bai Tangjing secretly curled his lips, wondering which type of senior he liked.
Gentle and mature, toned and plump, and a little cute "little" neurotic.
Soon, the two passed by each other.
And at that moment, the thinly dressed girl took out a pistol from nowhere and shot Bai Tangjing in the back!
The action of shooting is casual and quick. It is the result of countless practices.
"Bang!"
Gunfire rang out in Kamurocho in the early morning!