From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 170 Dead or Alive!

"Haha. Do you understand everything?"

"Then make the right choice for me!"

Seeing a group of company presidents, their faces turned pale with fright of their own plan, Hayami issued the final declaration.

"Choose to die, or surrender to me, and create a brand new boxing club with me!"

"Everyone should know how to choose!"

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to look at Katahara Mietou, and proudly said: "Old man, accept your fate, your era is over from today!"

"Don't be kidding, if you want me to surrender to a lunatic like you, I might as well die now!"

The flamboyant President Yiwu roared directly.

He was really frightened by Hayami's madness. In order to win the position, he put the entire future of Japan's stupid on it. Who knows what crazy behavior this madman will do in the future?
Can this kind of boss really follow?

impossible!
Twisting her waist tenderly, she cursed loudly: "If you're crazy, go to the mental hospital. If you want to be the president of Quanyuan, you'll be in your next life, bastard!"

"Little bug, what are you talking about?"

Seeing that such a small character as Yoshitake dared to scold him, Hayami's face was so distorted that he was out of shape.

"Hehe, sissies are so masculine, I can't lose to him."

Ziyin looked at Hayami disdainfully with a cigarette in her mouth, "He's right, you want to be the president of Kengan just by setting two bombs? Hayami, you are too stupid!"

"Ziyin, shut up!"

President Yiwu twisted Xiaoman's waist, squeezed the orchid fingers, and said fiercely: "I am the first man to rise up, and you will be buried by you?"

"That's right!"

"As President Yoshitake said, I refuse!"

"My opinion is the same as above. What era is it, and you are still using force to coerce this tactic?"

"Hehe, Hayami, you underestimate us!"

"In the fighting arena, for the sake of victory, we don't hesitate to fight for honor with our lives. Who among us representatives of the company will be afraid of death?"

"You don't even have the basic spirit of boxing, and you still want to be the president?"

"go to hell!"

"And Hayami, we have all seen your attitude towards your subordinates."

"Who do you think would dare to surrender to you?"

"Yes, this is the common thought of all of us present."

With someone taking the lead, other company presidents responded one after another.

Seeing this scene, Hayami's face became particularly ugly,

He never expected that when he used his subordinates to make an example of others, the effect would be completely reversed.

"Hehe. Since you have chosen to be my enemy, then all of you will die to me!"

An extremely ugly hoarse laughter squeezed out of Hayami's throat, and he raised his arms, ready to be slaughtered by his men in white suits.

"Hey, Hayami, can I ask you a few questions?"

Seeing this, Katahara Mietou hurriedly stepped forward to delay the time.

"how?"

Hayami: "Now, you old guy, do you still want to struggle?"

"no no."

Katahara Mietou's face was calm, but he secretly turned on the tape recorder with his hand stretched behind his back: "I just asked a few simple questions. You haven't thought about using normal means to win the chairman position since the Desperate Match?"

"Hehe. Is there even a need to ask?"

"From the very beginning, my chess pieces are only the Guardian and the Sirians!"

Hayami: "Of course, after the plan is successful, the Sirians will be abandoned by me. No matter how fast that bastard Nikaido is, no matter how fast he runs, as long as I solve you and then issue a wanted announcement, the blame will still be covered. over their heads. "

"All right.!"

Katahara Mietou twitched his lips: "Even if the old man agrees to abdicate, the other presidents and the top leaders of the five major countries will definitely not agree to your appointment as the president of Boxing, because you are too jumpy in doing things."

"In that case, what are you going to do?"

"How to do it? Haha"

Hayami laughed grimly: "If you don't agree, you will die. What kind of prime minister and president, under the pressure of absolute force, they are dead people who can't talk!"

"Ah, so the chain of evidence is complete."

Katahara Mietou stretched out his hand holding the tape recorder from behind, with a smirk all over his face.

"Old guy, are you fucking me?"

Looking at the black box in the old man's hand, the veins on Hayami's face popped.

"Oops, you happen to have a tape recorder on you, what do you think other people will think if they hear your plan?"

Katahara frowned and said with a smirk: "Especially let the high-level leaders of the five major countries know that you are the culprit behind the planning of this terrorist activity. Let alone being the president, even going to jail is an extravagant dream, haha."

"Shut up, old man!"

Looking at Katahara Mietou's old face, Hayami was so angry that his gums were about to bleed.
"I said that the entire arena will disappear completely. Do you think I will let you take that thing out?"

"Do it! Kill them all!"

With a wave of Hayami, a large group of black suits in white suits rushed up behind him.

click
At this moment, the sound of a helicopter flying suddenly sounded outside the window.
Clap la la.
The next moment, the skylight glass was shattered, and dozens of big men in black tights slid down the rope.

"50 elite members of the Wu Clan have arrived on the battlefield!"

The Wu family with black eyes and white pupils roared after landing.

"Hehe. It's finally here, let's start the show!"

Katahara Mietou paused on his crutches and said with a smile.

From the beginning to the end, he never regarded Hayami as an opponent, because Hayami's IQ was too low, and he gave him such a good opportunity, but in the end he came up with such a mentally retarded plan.

Hey, nothing to look forward to!

"liberation!"

The Wu family directly activated the ghost body, and rushed towards the white suit fiercely.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The two legions fought instantly in the meeting room, blood spattered everywhere when they collided!
Although the white suit is a strong man selected by Hayami from the underground world and the central region at a high price, he is still a little bit close to the Wu clan who has opened the ghost body.

The number of people is twice that of the Wu family, but they retreat steadily after being beaten.

"Come on together too!"

Katahara Mietou looked at the black suit standing beside him, and decided to add more fire.

There was a wave of unrest and another wave. The white suit was still retreating, and a large number of resistance forces also emerged in other parts of the building.

Received the closing order from Katahara Mido,
Guiwangshan elder brother and second elder brother rushed out of the room with a large group of fat and strong sumo wrestlers.

Grandpa Inaba shook his long black and white hair, and led a large group of short clansmen to wave their hair wantonly.

The hired Gurkha mercenary group (Kharu people), painted with oil paint, drew a machete to kill the white suit.

The fighters lying paralyzed on the hospital bed in front also jumped up one by one at this moment and opened fire.

Leng Kong, who pushed all the way up from the bottom, formed an army of one person, hitting no enemy with his fists.

Although there are many guards, they are enemies on all sides at the moment.

"President, it's not good, an unknown force is helping the Boxing Club."

After receiving the message, a white suit rushed to Hayami with a walkie-talkie.

"Katahara, are you an old fox stalking me?"

Hearing the news of the team's defeat on the walkie-talkie, Hayami's face was livid.

"Hold on!"

"Hold on to me!"

"No, just detonate the bomb, and I will die with the old man Katahara!"

Hayami yelled frantically at the walkie-talkie.

(End of this chapter)