What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

Wu Xiaxian couldn't hear the rest of the words because the Rolls-Royce was driving away so quickly.

"Fuck! What happened? I didn't do anything."

When Wu Xiaxian was confused, he did not forget to stop a taxi.

......

Although it was an informal boxing match, the venue was well chosen.

As Kujo Ditaro got out of the car, what caught his eye was a towering building.

The black-clad bodyguard holding the door gestured for a visit.

"Sir, Madam, please come in."

"Ah."

Not long after Kujo Ditaro and Wu Garuda entered the building, Wu Xiaxian arrived slowly.

"Sir, you are not going in."

"Don't be so snobbish. Just look into my eyes and you'll see."

"So you are from the Wu clan, please come in."

Wu Xiaxian was furious and went to find Kujo Ditaro angrily.

"The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. Was it you who did this?"

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about."

Kujo Ditaro knocked away Wu Xiaxian's dirty hands and asked in confusion, "Why are you so angry? It's just a taxi."

"This is a matter of face! A matter of face! I was even looked down upon by the guards at the door. The most important thing is, you are definitely involved in this matter. No, where is my cousin? I have to explain everything to her!"

Wu Xiaxian looked around, but in the huge VIP venue, he couldn't find Wu Jialuo at all.

Kujo Ditaro put his arm around Wu Xiaxian's shoulder and began to whisper devilishly.

"This matter really has nothing to do with me, but I can tell you one thing, this matter has something to do with the women in your family."

"With the women in my family... Could it be... that gossipy Wu Fengshui?!"

Wu Xiaxian frowned, his face becoming more distorted.

"This bitch is such a chatterbox! I curse her for never being able to buy a submarine!"

"Eh...."

Kujo Ditaro wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally chose to remain silent.

At the same time, whispers were heard in every corner of the venue.

"That's him, the fighter recognized by the Wu clan."

"It is said that his strength is extremely terrifying. Even the strongest of the Wu clan is powerless in front of him. Who do you think is more powerful, him or the Fang of the Destroying Hall?"

"That must be the Fang of the Destroyer Hall. His strength is obvious to all. As for this fighter recognized by the Wu clan, he may be very strong, but he is probably no match for the Fang of the Destroyer Hall."

"A lot of company presidents and fighters are here today. I don't think it's going to be a quiet day."

Chapter 291: President? I'm not interested, I only want money!

Kujo Ditaro could clearly hear the whispers around him, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

beep!

He took out his cell phone and looked at the text message sent by Kohei Imamura, and was stunned for a moment.

[Digo, I've already taken care of it. Are you home? ]

[He's not here. Let's talk about this tomorrow.]

"Let's talk about it tomorrow? Are you sure? You know how much effort I put in to get Beiyuan!"

[Since it has come to this, why don't you just fuck him, and I'll forgive you.]

【...】

The text message interaction ends here.

Kujo Ditaro put away his phone and turned to look at the door.

What came into view was a group of bodyguards in black, and at the forefront of the black-clad bodyguards was a white-haired old man with a unfriendly face.

Wu Xiaxian walked up to Kujo Ditaro and introduced him in a low voice.

"The ruler of the Neon Bank, the current president of the Kengankai, Katagen Metō."

"A big bank? How does your Wu clan compare to it?"

"There's no such thing as who's strong or weak, there's only a conflict of interest."

Kujo Ditaro didn't get the answer he wanted, and began to consider the seriousness of the problem.

If he wins the Kengan tournament, which concerns the position of the president, it is inevitable that the former president will make things difficult for him.

The power of the Japanese Big Bank is not something that ordinary people can resist.

Even if the Wu clan stood behind him, Kujo Ditaro didn't believe that the Wu clan would still support him in the face of huge interests.

As the saying goes, one must always have a way out, and one cannot have only one supporter.

Kujo Ditaro looked around, trying to find some slightly reliable allies.

Suddenly, he thought of something and asked Wu Xiaxian who was standing beside him.

"Is there anyone from the Zou Ryuin Group here?"

"Zou Ryuin Group? You mean Zou Ryuin Shion, the big sister over there, the one with the cigarette in her mouth and the sloppy look."

Following Wu Xiaxian's suggestion, Kujo Ditaro looked at the red-haired woman not far away.

The red-haired woman had a calm expression, a cigarette in her hand, and her clothes were a little revealing, revealing a faint white patch on her chest.

To some extent, Kujo Ditaro saw the shadow of Zouyuan Akemi on the red-haired woman's face.

Zou Ryuin Shion seemed to sense something and suddenly turned her head.

Kujo Ditaro did not feel embarrassed, but smiled at him instead.

The two had chatted on the phone once, and the topic was nothing but matters concerning the Kengankai.

Zouyuan Shion wanted to invite Kujo Ditaro to be their fighter, and even wrote a blank check for 10 billion.

However, at that time, Kujo Ditaro knew very little about the Kengankai, so he rejected it on the spot.

To be honest, if he could turn back time, he might agree to this.

Although the title of fighter is not nice, it feels so good to win without any effort.

Don't worry about anything, just go out there and win the game.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro has no interest in the position of president of Kengankai.

There is no way. After all, it is a hot potato that cannot be touched. Once you stand at the top, there will be countless people below who want to pull you down.

Kujo Ditaro doesn't want his future life to be full of intrigues and deceptions. His purpose in participating in the Kengan Tournament is very simple, which is to make a fortune from it.

Don't say that he is greedy for money and has a poor vision, because only people like him will not be taken seriously or attacked.

Kujo Ditaro was worried about how to raise the entry fee, and now he saw an opportunity.

Likewise, there are others who see opportunities.

Zou Ryuin Shion walked slowly in front of Kujo Ditaro with a dignified posture.

"President Kujo, is this our first meeting?"

"I'm not some kind of president, Zouruin Akemi's sister."

"You've already done a great job building a company on your own. Why be so modest?"

Zou Liuyuan Shion pinched her cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Row."

"You guys chat, I just happened to go find the old man."

Wu Xiaxian was very tactful and left tactfully.

Kujo Ditaro followed Souyuin Shion to the corner of the venue and started chatting straight away.

"The Wu clan is not a member of the Kengan Association. They will only appear in the Kengan Tournament as fighters. So who are you competing for?"

"President Zou Ryuin, you want to hire me for help, right?"

"I won't bring up my sister either. Your expenses total 10 billion yen, and I'll cover them. If you win the championship later, I can give you 2500 points. Oh, you don't seem to understand our code. What I mean is, I can give you % of the group's shares, which is worth about billion yen."

10% of the shares? Are you really that eager?

Kujo Ditaro was stunned and asked in surprise, "Are you so eager to get the position of president of Kengankai?"

"Yeah." Zouyuan Shion nodded, her expression still calm.

"There are exceptions to everything. What if I don't win the championship?"

"Not counting the 5.1 billion, your reward is 100 million."

"Don't you think you're rushing things? Why don't you wait?"

Zou Ryuin Shion could understand the hidden meaning in Kujo Ditaro's words.

She pursed her red lips and smiled, "Working with me is much easier than working with those cunning people. Maybe someone will offer a higher price than me later, but this is the upper limit. You don't have to rush to give me an answer. There's still plenty of time."

"No, I like to work with straightforward people."

Kujo Ditaro stretched out his hand with a meaningful smile on his face.

"So happy? Don't you want to think about it?"

Zou Liuyuan Shion looked surprised and asked doubtfully, "Perhaps someone will come to you and offer a higher price later. You can definitely raise the price."

"Greed is insatiable, and I see your sincerity. To be honest, it doesn't matter to me who the president of the Kengan Society is."

Kujo Ditaro knew that if he kept hanging around without replying, someone would definitely come to talk to him in private.

At that time, he can raise the price arbitrarily, but it is inevitable that he will offend many people and even cause some unnecessary trouble.

Rather than causing more trouble, Kujo Ditaro might as well help this somewhat related and half-acquaintance.

Moreover, the price offered by Zouyuan Ziyin is really not low.

The benefits that can be brought by 10% of the group's shares are simply difficult to estimate.

"Okay, that's cool enough."

The handshake between the two caught the attention of many people.

They were not surprised, but a few of them showed regret on their faces.

Perhaps because of the arrival of the central figure, the guests in the venue gradually walked in one direction.

Souryuin Shion released her hand that symbolized cooperation and took the lead.

"Come on, let me see what your skills are like. I've heard so much about you, and now it's time to see it for myself."

Kujo Ditaro smiled and followed silently.

Chapter 292: Gang fight? No, I gang fight you guys!

There are so many inside stories about Kengankai.

There is actually a small arena hidden in the building.

Kujo Ditaro looked around and saw at least two or three hundred spectators.

In addition, there were no less than ten fighters standing on the fighting stage below.

"It was originally just an informal match, but someone manipulated it and it turned into a free-for-all..."

Zouyuan Shion raised her arm, but the cigarette between her fingers was not held firmly.

Kujo Ditaro casually grabbed the cigarette in mid-air and handed it back to its original owner.