I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 165 and 167: Who are you?

"Shirojiro is a very picky eater; he likes to eat internal organs, but even so, he can't possibly eat the internal organs of so many people all at once. That means if you manage to escape to the end, one or two of you might be lucky enough to survive."

"In other words, the enemy of you slaves now is not the invincible Shirojiro, but the other slaves!"

The debtors in the audience looked at each other, their eyes beginning to flicker.

Everyone has heard the story that if you encounter a bear in the forest with your companions, you don't need to run faster than the bear, but only faster than your companions to survive.

"You old bastard! You still want to force us to kill each other!"

The young man became furious and started yelling at Hyoudou.

He picked up a samurai sword from the weapon rack and haphazardly threw it at the stands.

With a "bang," the bulletproof glass remained completely still, without even a crack.

"Hehe, young man, don't think of me as such a bad person. I'm just pointing out a way out for the lucky ones among you."

Chairman Hyodo used his cane to push aside the two black-clad bodyguards blocking his way, so as not to obstruct his performance.

"For trash like you, killing a demon like Hakujiro is an impossible task. So, I'll make an exception and give you a huge bonus: whoever survives to the end will get ten million! Not only that, the ten million from everyone else will also be his!"

Chairman Hyodo urged in a devilish tone.

In other words, it could be as high as 100 million?!

"You beast, you bastard!"

The young man gritted his teeth, then turned to the other debtors and tried to dissuade them:

"This is a closed arena, and given the monster's speed, we have nowhere to escape. If we start fighting amongst ourselves now, we'll only die faster, and no one can guarantee that the monster won't kill us after it's had its fill!"

"Then what's your solution?" someone retorted sarcastically.

"this……"

The young man's face darkened, and he was speechless.

By this time, Shiro had finished eating the entrails of the third victim. Licking his bloodied claws, he slowly approached, his eyes gleaming with a menacing look.

"Waaaaah—!"

"Don't come any closer..."

The debtors retreated in fear. Although the weapon racks around them were full of weapons, Shirojiro's hair was almost impervious to blades and bullets, and they lost the courage to fight back.

Shirojiro opened his scarlet eyes, and his long white fur, which was like tentacles, began to dance.

Just then, Chairman Hyodo took out another remote control and pressed a button lightly!

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, a high-voltage current burst from the black collar around Hakujiro's neck, causing the monster's fur to explode as if it had been electrocuted. Then, Hakujiro let out a wail and instantly jumped to the other side of the arena.

Its long white fur transformed into hard thorns once more, protecting it completely.

"Awoo."

Shirojiro licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Chairman Hyodo on the high platform, his eyes filled with hatred.

But President Hyodo didn't seem to care and shouted to the audience:

"This time, I only used the lowest level of electricity to scare Shiro away, but it has only eaten the internal organs of three people and is still very hungry. It will be back soon. Next time, I won't do anything. If you want to do anything, you'll have to do it now!"

"No, we can't do as that old bastard wants..."

The young man was still making a last-ditch effort, but this time no one was willing to listen to him anymore.

Before he could finish speaking, an iron rod struck the young man on the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground bleeding profusely, his fate unknown.

The man, seemingly afraid the young man would wake up, struck him again on the calf, twisting and deforming it, clearly indicating a fracture. This way, even if the young man woke up, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"I must live! I have to live, my wife and daughter are waiting for me—"

"Yamamoto, you gambling bastard, your wife abandoned you and remarried a long time ago. This 100 million is mine! My life has just begun, how can I die here!"

Under the pressure of a life-or-death crisis and the lure of an astronomical reward, the remaining debtors have completely lost their minds and are displaying their naked instincts like animals.

They picked up their weapons and began to kill each other, with screams of agony escaping their lips as they collapsed to the ground.

"That's right, that's right! That's exactly it. Only by climbing over the corpses of others can you survive."

Chairman Hyodo drank his fine wine with great interest while watching the life-or-death battles unfolding in the arena.

The battle didn't last long, and the winner was quickly decided. In the end, only a disheveled man with blood streaming from his arm stood on the stage.

Others were either seriously injured and lying on the ground, or had already died.

"We survived! We survived! And we still have 100 million!"

Before the man could even recover from the joy of escaping death, he saw Shirojiro stealthily approaching.

He quickly limped away.

There are still so many people lying on the ground, enough to fill that monster's belly. That monster shouldn't bother hunting him.

Unexpectedly, Shiro leaped up and landed next to the survivor, his white fur extending like tentacles to bind him.

Why?

The survivor struggled desperately, but the monster's fur was incredibly tough, and he couldn't break free at all. He looked at Chairman Hyoudou in the stands with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Chairman Hyodo shrugged and smiled:

"I'm really getting senile. There's something I forgot to tell you: Shiro likes to eat offal, but it won't eat anything that isn't live. So, those people you killed, Shiro isn't interested in."

A "snap" sounded as a neck was bitten off.

"After Shirojiro has eaten his fill, clean up the scene. Grind the corpses into meatballs to feed the octopus monster. It's a way of making use of waste. Rather than pouring cement on it and letting it sink into Tokyo Bay, this way we can make these pieces of trash contribute something."

Chairman Hyodo ordered the men in black to clean up the scene.

Vice President Hosoda observed everything from beginning to end, but remained outwardly indifferent.

The president's perverse sense of humor is truly appalling.

"President, you're incredibly resourceful! You even managed to get your hands on two legendary monsters. I'm also interested. Do you have any connections you could make?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Chairman Hyodo's gaze suddenly turned icy.

"Yes, yes, yes." Vice President Hosoda's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

At this moment, a man in black walked over and whispered:

"Chairman, Young Master Junfu is here."

That little bastard is back at Paradise Palace, indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring. And that good-for-nothing Kurosaki—what did I tell him? He even let Junfu go out.

Time was already running out. If Junfu couldn't recover his health, his secret to immortality would be compromised. What would happen then?

Chairman Hyodo's eyes were full of anger, but his expression was as gentle and kind as that of a kind old neighbor.

A man dressed in a low-key yet luxurious handmade suit, wearing a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, walked over, expressionless, with eyes as cold as ice.

"That look in your eyes... no, you're not Junfu! Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)