Before he could finish his words, Katara Metō suddenly let out a soft "hmm", as if he had discovered something magical.
At the same time, Wu Yi also noticed someone walking by him. A person in an Arab robe was dancing in the night like a ghost.
It was this mysterious man who had been able to knock down all the enemies around him in the cabin in an instant with unclear movements.
He came to the line of fighters who were about to qualify, ignored the reminders from his own president and the manager of Kengankai, and came in front of Katahara Metsudo. He took off the bandage mask and hood that covered the part below his eyes, revealing a rather exotic face underneath.
"Do you have any questions, Hazard-kun?"
Katahara Metō seemed to know the other party and took the initiative to call out the former's name.
Hassad said in a serious tone, "President Pianyuan, please answer my questions seriously."
Katara Metō spread his hands as expected.
"Hmmm, is it about the preliminaries?"
"That's right." Hassad was not moved at all. "I want to know why we have to participate in the preliminaries while other players don't have to. I hope you can give me a convincing reason."
"reason?"
Katara Metō sneered.
"You little brat, you were not chosen by the 28 fighters, but by the companies that ranked in the top 28 in the Kengan competition! As a fighter, don't you even know the nature of the Kengan competition? It's a Shura world where merchants and companies fight for hegemony! As an employed person, you dare to ignore the business owner and act on your own. It's really ridiculous! As a chess piece, you must be aware of being a chess piece. Remember this!"
The naked words of Katahara Metō were like the sound of a loud bell, shocking the hearts of everyone present. Even Sakayanagi Arisu couldn't help but slightly restrain the smile on her face.
That’s right, this is the essence of the Kengan Tournament.
Call ~
After a moment's silence, Hassad let out a light breath, clenched his fists, and continued walking towards Katara Metō.
"Really? Then let me tell you how powerful the 'chess piece' in your eyes is..."
"Do you need me to do anything?" Yingshan Minoru lowered his head and asked his president in a low voice.
"Need not."
Katara Metō shook his head, his gaze falling on Wu Yi who was further behind him. A playful smile appeared at the corners of his wrinkled mouth under his pale beard.
However, Wu Yi not only had no intention of taking action, but instead raised his hands and clasped them across his chest.
"I can only say that someone is going to get beaten~"
Volume 547: Chapter Hayami Katsumasa
Someone's going to get beaten?
Who is going to get beaten?
This question popped up in the minds of almost everyone present at this moment.
But they soon got the answer and realized that their guess was wrong.
What Katara Mitsudo meant by "not needing" did not mean that he had confidence that Wu Yi would help him block the Arab whirlwind.
And Wu Yi's words "someone is going to be beaten" did not mean that he was rebelling and planning to refuse to fulfill Katara's intention of destroying the family, but planned to watch the old man get beaten with his own eyes.
The former can be translated as follows: a fighter of Hazard's level does not need to use the help of Yingshan Minoru, who is described as "the man closest to teeth".
The latter's words were a response, meaning - to be honest, that's true.
"Mr. Hazard, please stop."
Before Hazard could take five steps, a tall, bald guardian stood in front of him.
He had no special uniform, no eye-catching features, and no medals of honor. He was just like the hundreds of guardians lined up in an orderly manner behind Katara Metō. He was just an ordinary guardian, not even a small cadre.
Oh, except for those squinty eyes with almost invisible pupils.
He extended his hand at a 90-degree angle to the side like a waiter in a hotel, and his words were quite polite.
Hassad really stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the person who was blocking his way with sharp eyes.
The murderous intent spread, and the evening sea breeze seemed to be completely still at this moment.
The next moment, both sides punched at the same time!
But Hassad's fist landed in the air.
The bald guard seized the few seconds at a faster speed and dodged the blow coming straight at his face by leaning down. At the same time, he used his stronger arms to throw a powerful straight punch, hitting Hassad's face.
Bang!
Dark red blood splattered out of Hassad's mouth and nose. His upper body fell backwards under the huge impact force. His breathing was disordered, his center of gravity tilted, and his lower body also fell apart.
But even so, he still wanted to fight back. After braking, he rushed forward again, bent his arms and prepared to attack again.
However, what greeted Hassad was a straight kick from bottom to top that hit his jaw.
Bang!
As the hard sole of the leather shoe came into close contact with his jaw, Hassad flew backwards with blood gushing out, drawing a graceful parabola of six or seven meters in the air, and then fell headfirst into the sea like a white bird with a broken wing, splashing a small splash of water on the sea surface.
All the entrepreneurs and fighters present were stunned. They didn't expect that a mere ordinary guardian under Katara Metō could be so powerful.
It was obvious that Hassad was also a strong fighter who had fought his way out of the melee of a hundred people just now, but he couldn't even survive a single move in front of the Guardian.
The president of Belushi Oil, whose combat technician was Hazard, was so shocked that he rolled his eyes and looked as if he was vomiting souls. He kept grabbing the fence at the edge of the deck and shouting the name of an Arabian whirlwind below.
I don't know whether he is really worried about the comfort of his fellow fighters, or he is regretting the qualification that he had worked so hard to win.
But it was clear that no matter which case it was, there would be no response to him.
Katara Metō seemed to find this very normal and yawned with his hands covering his mouth.
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Yodoe."
"Yes!"
The bald fighter, who was still in the kicking stance, responded loudly before retracting his stance and standing aside again.
Wu Yi smacked his lips and yawned silently.
What a pity. I didn't expect this bald guy to kick me so high. He was just trying to catch the ball on a whim...
"What an idiot! He doesn't know his own worth and dares to jump out like that."
Katara Metō shook his head in pretended helplessness, but quickly became happy the next second.
"Ha, but this is not bad either. From thirty-three to thirty-two, isn't that just right? Okay, okay, we wasted a little time because of some confusion, so let's go to the banquet hall next."
……
The perspective changed, and the aroma of food and red wine in the luxurious banquet hall, accompanied by a melodious aria, filled the spacious space.
This dinner seemed to have started for some time. The 28 companies that had received invitations came directly here after boarding the ship. After filling their stomachs, they began to socialize with each other gracefully with a glass of red wine.
"Hey, there's actually a dinner party. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known, I would have made it quick."
Standing at the entrance of the banquet hall and looking at the lively scene inside, Wu Yi couldn't help but hold his forehead and mutter to himself.
At the same time, someone came towards them and greeted them.
"Hey, Old Wu, you're a little late."
It was Katara Retsudo, still with that flashy side braid, with his red hair covering his right eye, leaving only the literary tattoo that ran through his left eye.
"Nonsense, there are about a hundred people. It will take you more than that much time to kill a hundred pigs." Wu Yi immediately changed his tone.
"That's true."
Katahara Retsudo smiled, noticed the large group of girls following Wu Yi, and made a please-come-at-home gesture in a very host-like manner.
"You don't have to be so reserved here. We are all ordinary people. Just eat and drink as you would at home."
"Thank you."
Yukinoshita Haruno smiled politely and nodded.
It must be said that the role of the special exams they had taken in Gaoyu High School was reflected at this time. They had already experienced high-end banquets and luxury cruises like this, which was equivalent to having a "pre-study" experience. Otherwise, they would never be so relaxed in such occasions.
Then Katahara Reido turned to Wu Yi again and tilted his face with a smile.
"Let's go, my sister and Mr. Wu are already waiting... Wait, where are you going, Mr. Wu?"
Before he could finish his words, Katahara Retsudo was stunned when he saw someone suddenly turn around and walk in a direction completely unrelated to the direction he indicated.
What responded to him was Wu Yi's firm back of his head.
"Wait a minute, let me get something delicious first, I'm hungry."
"……All right."
A moment later, Wu Yi, carrying a large plate full of high-calorie food, and Katahara Reido, with huge beads of sweat on his forehead, walked in the bustling banquet hall.
The banquet hall was very spacious, so even with nearly a hundred people inside it it didn't seem crowded at all, and since there were guards on duty almost everywhere they could see, there was no need to worry about any accidents.
"Why don't I seem to see someone?"
Wu Yi looked around while munching on steak and spoke incoherently.
The person he was talking about was naturally Ayanokouji Atsuomi, and he was just saying that. After all, there was no way Katahara Retsudo could possibly know any Ayanokouji Atsuomi.
But Katahara Retsudo gave a knowing "oh".
"Well, for someone like Hayami Katsumasa, having him show up in a place like this, where the security is entirely provided by the Guardians under my father, would probably be more painful than killing him."
Ok?
Wu Yi's brows twitched as if he heard something wrong.
"...Wait, that jerk Hayami Katsumasa is here too?"
Volume 548: Chapter The Only Designated Villain
While everyone was bustling in the banquet hall of the cruise ship, in a dark room on the upper deck of the cruise ship, faint moonlight shone in from outside.
Tick tock, tick tock...
That was the slight sound of sweat dripping on the wooden floor.
A man whose physique was completely beyond the scope of human horror was sitting beside the bed, holding a barbell with weights as thick as truck tires and as large as the diameter of car tires on both ends, and was doing arm curling exercises nonchalantly.
The bed is specially made. In order to suit the man's physique, the length and width are increased to nearly meters. In terms of load-bearing strength, it uses a pure solid wood structure without hollowing out.
The amount of muscle on his body can no longer be described as strong or muscular. If I had to describe it, it would be like a human-shaped mountain made up of muscles. Combined with his expressionless face and bald head, he really looks like a huge rock.
However, even Dwayne Johnson, the world-renowned Hollywood hunk, would look like a minor in high school next to her.
Julius Reinhardt is a fighter exclusively for Toyo Electric Power, and his nickname is Monster.
"call……"
After a moment, Julius stopped what he was doing and slowly exhaled a hot breath. The sound of the air flowing through his lungs was like wind blowing through a huge cave.
He switched the barbell from one hand to the other, and just as he was about to continue his exercise, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Julius shifted his gaze slightly to glance at the door and spoke in a low voice.
squeak--
The door was opened, and a waiter from the cruise ship walked in pushing a dining cart as warm light shone in from the corridor outside.
Seeing that the room was pitch black, the waiter was slightly stunned and subconsciously raised his hand to turn on the light.
But at this moment, another voice came from the sofa in the corner near the window.
“You don’t need to turn on the light, just leave it there.”
"Oh...yeah, okay."
Although it was unclear what quirks the guest in this room had that he didn't turn on the lights so late at night, the waiter still used his good professionalism to suppress his desire to find out the truth. After pushing the food cart in, he turned around and left the room.
He didn't forget to close the door before leaving.
"Let's have dinner first."
The voice from the sofa in the corner spoke again, followed by the sound of someone getting up.
Looking in the direction where the moonlight was shining into the room, a thin male figure stood up from the sofa.
He walked over to the dining car, pulled back the white cloth covering it, and took his portion of dinner from it, but did not leave immediately.
The man slightly turned his head towards Julius who was sitting on the bed. The moonlight fell on the right half of his face. It was vaguely visible that he was an old man with white hair and beard, but he still had a neat gentleman's hair style, and two carefully trimmed mustaches stuck up on both sides like a British detective.
