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"Impossible! I owe three or four hundred million. How can I possibly pay it back slowly? You don't understand!"

Kujo Ditaro was hysterical, his eyes bloodshot.

Kamio's father seemed to be hesitant to speak, his eyes looking extremely complicated.

President Naono raised the corner of his mouth and chimed in, "Brother Kamio, you don't understand. I'm at my wit's end. If I don't try now, my life will be over."

"you..."

"Uncle, I have no way out! Please help me this time!"

Kujo Ditaro pinched the middle-aged man's shoulders, and his bloodshot left eye suddenly blinked twice.

Kamio's father was stunned. After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand in disappointment.

"whatever."

"President Naono, what do you think?"

Kujo Ditaro turned his head and looked at the short and fat man in front of him.

President Naono took a deep breath of his cigarette and smiled. "Since the young man wants to fight so hard, I can't help but give him face. You'll bet your own things, and I'll give you 400 million. But I have one condition. My people can bring weapons, but you can only go unarmed. If you accept, we can immediately draw up a contract. Don't worry, the contract is 100% valid. If you don't believe me, just ask Brother Kamio and you'll understand."

"What? With weapons...this."

Kujo Ditaro pretended to be embarrassed, and his expression changed obviously.

Kamio's father hesitated to speak, feeling conflicted.

Should I stop it?

Di Taro's skills should be quite good, but if his opponent is armed, his chances of winning are too low.

And four hundred million, can this rubbish company have so much liquidity?

"Okay, I agree to your request."

Time passed minute by minute, and after thinking for a long time, Kujo Ditaro gave his answer.

"Di Taro..." Kamio's father suddenly stood up and frowned, "They're armed. You can't win."

"I'm just a college student. I didn't have much chance of winning to begin with. Even if my chances are even smaller now, as long as there's a chance, I'm going to give it a try!"

Kujo Ditaro ignored the advice and even insisted on his own way, saying that the contract could be drafted now.

Kamio's father sighed and shook his head. "President Naono, your company is worth less than 400 million, right? You're just trying to get something for nothing, aren't you?"

President Naono put out his cigarette and snorted, "My company doesn't have that much money, but the debt I've lent out is definitely more than that. But according to the rules, those debts have to be calculated at half price, which makes them worth almost 200 million. Plus my office building, isn't that still worth 200 million?"

"..." After a moment's thought, Kamio's father turned to look at Kujo Ditaro and warned him, "There are some things you don't understand. You don't need to worry about the effects of the contract. It's just that this isn't an ordinary fight, so the injuries are minimal."

Kujo Ditaro nodded and whispered, "I know, so I want to ask my uncle for a favor."

Chapter 215: The battle has begun? The battle is over?

Gamble?

Kujo Ditaro is not taking a gamble, but is really throwing in the towel.

You know, if he has no money to repay the debt, the bank will not only take away his house, but even his ancestral home will be sold.

Even if an old house like the ancestral home costs more than a few dollars, its commemorative significance far exceeds its actual value.

Kujo Ditaro was always close to his grandparents. Even though they were no longer alive, he was still aware that he would feel guilty towards his ancestors if the ancestral home was lost.

That's why he wanted to pay off his debt this morning, even if it meant taking some risks.

But to be honest, Kujo Ditaro didn't think he would lose. His only worry was whether he could get the money smoothly.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

"Uncle, this is what I want. I want the Inugami Group to guarantee me. If I win, I'll give you 10% of the money. But all you need to do is guarantee that you can get the money for me. How about that?"

"Isn't it a bit too confident to say that now? But I will tell the president about this. He probably won't refuse. However, your cooperation with the Inugami Group must be written into the contract, or a new contract must be drafted."

"It doesn't matter. We still have time. After all, the amount of money involved this time is not small. We have to take it seriously."

After a low conversation, the two reached a preliminary consensus.

Kujo Ditaro took out 10% of the spoils, not because he thought the money was too much, but to buy some insurance.

After all, compared with these veterans who have been in the business world for many years, a college student like him is really too weak.

In order to avoid the situation where the contract cannot be fulfilled, it is very necessary to get a third-party guarantee that is not easy to deal with.

Also, half of the gambling money he could win this time was from the debts he had lent out and the office building under his feet.

Both of these things are difficult for him to obtain.

Therefore, he had to find a distributor, and the Inugami Group was his most ideal choice at the moment.

.......

Things went much more smoothly than expected.

Kamio's father handled the task entrusted by Kujo Ditaro very well, and even the boss of the Inugami Group came to join in the fun.

President Naono felt somewhat uneasy when he noticed the situation was getting bigger and bigger, but on second thought, he felt very stable.

After all, his men can bring weapons into the battlefield.

If he wins in one wave, he can earn tens of millions, which is a sure win.

Under the guidance of professionals, a pre-fight contract was drawn up and signed.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro had doubts about this kind of contract that skirted the law.

Fortunately, Kamio's father guaranteed that the contract could be implemented smoothly.

Therefore, Kujo Ditaro felt relieved.

The fight was scheduled to take place at eight o'clock in the evening in the underground garage of Yuanxia Hotel.

Because it was too early, Kujo Ditaro left for a while and no one knew what he did.

It was not until nearly eight o'clock in the evening that he drove to the underground garage of Yuanxia Hotel.

Under the guidance of the Inugami-gumi's grassroots subordinates, Kujo Ditaro went into the basement.

At this moment, what is clearly visible is a group of onlookers who are not afraid of trouble.

They were dressed in suits and ties, with their leather shoes polished to a shine, looking like wealthy people.

Kujo Ditaro didn't know the identities of these people, nor did he want to know the details. After all, the next fight would be a fleeting crushing defeat.

Relying on his tall stature, Kujo Ditaro saw his opponent.

He doesn't have an intimidating physique, but he wields the nunchakus with great vigor.

Kujo Ditaro used to play with nunchakus when he was in junior high school, but he gave up after accidentally hitting the back of his head and getting a big bump.

"Di Taro, come here for a moment."

Kujo Ditaro walked up to the person who was calling out and whispered, "Uncle, why are there so many people here?"

"Don't worry, we're all here to watch the show, it won't be a big deal." Kamio's father looked towards the center of the arena and warned, "This guy once participated in a domestic fighting competition and made it to the quarterfinals. And it seems that he's pretty good with nunchakus, too. You better be careful."

"I see."

After Kujo Ditaro responded, he calmly walked to the open space for the competition surrounded by the crowd.

The two protagonists took their positions, and cheers from all around rose one after another.

The man dancing with the nunchakus stopped.

"You are college students?"

"What? Is there a problem?"

"..."

The man pursed his lips, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Kujo Ditaro was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he turned his head to look at the referee and signaled with his eyes.

The short and fat referee was very professional. He explained a lot of rules before announcing the start of the game.

"President Inugane, I think your trip was in vain this time."

President Naono puffed on a cigarette and said nonchalantly, "A single hit from a nunchaku is enough to kill you, and he's so big, he must be very agile in dodging it."

"Hahaha..." Team Leader Inugami puffed on his pipe and smiled nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'm just here to join in the fun. It would be best if I can make some money, but if not, it doesn't matter to me."

"That would be best. Otherwise, I would feel guilty if I let you go back empty-handed."

Naoya exhaled a puff of smoke and shouted, "Don't hold back! Beat him up!"

"Boy, you're unlucky. Just get down!"

Hearing the boss's voice, the man raised the corner of his mouth and rushed forward quickly.

Kujo Ditaro remained motionless, his expression surprisingly calm.

The man didn't take it seriously and tried to swing his nunchaku with a grin.

Kujo Ditaro took the lead and slapped him with his backhand.

Snapped!

The crisp slap stunned everyone present.

The man tilted his cheek and stood there, neither falling down nor resisting.

"What are you doing! Fight back!"

"Don't you want the money anymore? Beat him up!"

President Naono was getting impatient and started shouting and urging them to come.

The man didn't react at all and continued to stand there.

Kujo Ditaro did not press on with his victory. Instead, he turned to look at the referee and said, "He's already unconscious."

"Varied...?"

The referee was stunned and subconsciously came to the man's side. After looking up, he said in surprise: "Really... I declare you the winner of this match..."

"Impossible! He's not unconscious! He's still standing!"

President Naono's eyes were red with anger, and as soon as he shouted, Team Leader Inugami beside him started laughing.

"Alright, President Naono, this fight has already been decided, so stop being so shameless."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm risking everything on this! I can't possibly lose..."

"Oh? Really."

Team leader Inugami exhaled smoke, his smile growing increasingly sinister. "Since you're risking everything, are you bankrupt? And don't you have the money to pay the balance on the order you gave me? Tsk tsk, I'm not some devil."

Chapter 216: No money? Then become the heroine!

I am not a devil, am I?

Upon hearing this, some terrifying images emerged in President Naono's mind.

You know, the signature quote of the Inugami-gumi boss is "I'm not a devil either."

Often after this statement is made, someone present will inevitably suffer misfortune.

President Naono swallowed his saliva and pleaded, "Team Leader Inugami, I'm temporarily..."

"Eh—" Team Leader Inugami waved his hand and smiled, "According to the contract, the debt and office building you lent out will belong to that young man, and our Inugami Group will profit 10% from it. Oh my, I don't think you'll be able to pay the balance you owe me, President Naono."

"Well...I'll find a way..."

"What can you do? What else can you do? The office building has been sold, the debt has been lost, and your company can now change its name."

President Naono was sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat off his face while trying to explain.

"No...I still have a house..."

"President Naono, please don't treat me like a newbie. Your house has been mortgaged, right? You don't have the money to repay the bank, so you can't sell that thing at all."

Team leader Inugami exhaled a puff of thick smoke towards the middle-aged man's face.