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Xiangzi put down what he was holding, walked out without looking at his father who had been hit on the forehead and had a swollen bump.

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Two days later, Toyokawa Shoko's father watched helplessly as an extra-long car pulled up on the street, and his daughter and the boys got into the car wearing masks.

The logo on the car made his pupils shrink.

"Ken...Kengan Association? Wait a minute!"

He immediately turned on his phone and, sure enough, saw news reports suggesting that a large number of high-ranking Japanese officials were taking leave at the same time to attend some kind of gathering, which was suspected to be a conspiracy theory.

"The knockout stage?! Xiangzi... why would Xiangzi... go there?!"

Seeing his daughter carrying a musical instrument bag every day, he wondered if she was in some kind of band, but he couldn't find anything about it. How could an unknown band give him 300 million yen so easily?

Seeing the Kengan Association and Totsuki's car, he could now rule out the possibility that his daughter was involved in some kind of unhealthy way of making money. However, recalling his daughter's casual actions during the day, and the fact that Xiangzi seemed to have been stronger than girls her age since she was a child, his expression changed.

Could Xiangzi be participating in the Kengan Zemei tournament as a fighter?!

We traveled by car from Tokyo to Chiba.

When I arrived, I found that Chiba Port was bustling and prosperous that night, with countless middle-aged men and women dressed in formal attire chatting with each other.

Although only about 200 companies were invited, nearly 2500 people, including the celebrities who came to liven up the atmosphere, their secretaries, and security personnel, were waiting at the pier to board the ship.

From here, one can see a huge, brightly lit cruise ship docked on the shore in the dark sea.

The corridor spans ten floors, with structures resembling watchtowers extending upwards, and at the very top, a massive smokestack like that of the Titanic, making it seem as if a city on the sea is perched on this shore.

Here, no matter how prominent a company president or elite may be outside, they can only stand on the shore and wait in line like ordinary passengers.

Many people that ordinary Japanese people only see once in the news or newspapers are also putting on a smile and trying to please those who are really superfluous even to be advertised.

National-level artists, idols, and models can only be the most useless supporting characters on the shore, wandering on the very edge, cautiously showing a professional smile to everyone who greets them.

However, Kerry and his group certainly didn't need to wait.

"Excuse me, please. The chairman's distinguished guest has arrived."

A group of people dressed in suits led the way for them.

All around, people cast surprised glances at the group in the center.

Because of the occasion, Xiangzi wore a red and black Lolita dress and a mask with more intricate patterns.

Kerry wasn't too concerned about such things, and as usual, he was dressed in his black Victorian-style hunter's overalls, with the Mind Thief mask on his face.

Kazuma and Kirito, one openly flamboyant and the other secretly flamboyant, one wore a tuxedo and the other a suit with a long hem. Kazuma wore a mask-like lower cover and had his hair styled with hair gel and combed into a slicked-back hairstyle, while Kirito wore the classic bird beak mask.

However, when Kazuma arrived, he discovered that it seemed only the waiters wore tuxedos! Most people here wore old-fashioned suits, while those who seemed to be of higher status wore casual clothes.

But since things had come to this, all he could do was pretend to be expressionless and keep walking forward.

The group's attire, so out of place with the atmosphere of the cruise ship, drew the attention of the people who had been pushed aside.

Some people from small and medium-sized conglomerates were wondering if this was some famous young band or the sons and daughters of some large conglomerate.

Some truly insightful tycoon leaders changed their expressions the moment they saw Kerry and his group, and rushed out without regard for anything else, only feeling slightly relieved when a staff member noticed their strange expressions and quietly came forward to explain.

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Chapter 205 Aren't there a lot of acquaintances here?

After passing through the dense crowd, in a slightly more open area, an old man leaning on a cane stood in the middle of a group of guards.

"I am Katahara Mitsudo, and I am currently serving as the president of the Kengan Association, thanks to the kindness of my elder brother, Shinomiya Gan'an."

When the old man saw Kerry and his group approaching, he immediately gave a loud introduction.

"Hehehe, thank you all for coming. Please board the ship."

The position of president of the Kengan Association is one that many people covet but cannot attain. Ultimately, it represents the interests of a certain party. As long as the president does not affect one's own interests during his tenure and can still do things for one's own party, it is not that important who exactly holds the position.

The old man had a thin and fierce appearance, but he spoke to the group politely.

He seemed to be here to review the invitations, but he didn't ask Kerry and the others any questions and immediately told someone to take them upstairs.

[Sato Kazuma: Tsk. Those people around him are giving us a hard time.]

[Kirigaya Kazuto: Shouldn't other people's bodyguards just be on normal alert?]

After the group stepped onto the makeshift gangway and boarded the cruise ship, the old man behind them began checking tickets and directing others to board.

Once aboard the ship, the group noticed a small, dilapidated boat not far from the stern, with the words "Death Ship" engraved on it in Chinese characters.

Noticing the group's gazes, the waiter leading the way immediately explained, "That's the Death Ship. Some companies that weren't invited can send fighters to participate in the competition by paying a 50 billion yen registration fee. Their fighters will then participate in the preliminary rounds on that small boat over there."

There are about 80 people participating in the preliminary round. They will engage in a no-holds-barred brawl in the cabin. When only five people remain standing, they will be eligible to participate in the main competition.

There are dedicated cameras inside the cabin; if the guests are interested, I will bring them equipment to watch the broadcast shortly.

"No need. Please take us to the lobby."

When Kazuma arrives at a place like this, he immediately transforms into a completely different person, becoming incredibly arrogant.

He waved his hand to indicate that he wasn't a bloodthirsty audience member who wanted to see a bloodbath, and suggested they go to the main hall instead.

"We are happy to help."

Only Xiangzi paused for a moment after hearing about the ticket price.

50 billion? That's not a small amount of money, even for the Toyokawa family. I never expected so many companies to be able to come up with so much cash at once.

The group followed the waiter down the corridor and arrived at the ship's main hall behind an open door.

Because the people outside hadn't come in yet, the hall, which could accommodate a thousand people, was only occupied by various service staff.

The lobby's high ceiling connects five floors of shared space, making it feel like being in the Sydney Opera House.

A multi-tiered crystal chandelier, worth a fortune, covered the entire ceiling of the hall.

Along the side of the venue were various tables laden with drinks and exquisite food. The high-end solid wood Roman wall was covered with a circular wall of velvet wallpaper, and the deliberately distressed wooden handrails extended from the center of two huge and spacious staircases to the second floor.

In the center of the two staircases, there is a podium that resembles the high platform of the Reichstag building in Berlin. Below it is a three-meter-high oil painting and a piano. At this moment, the performer, who has won various music awards since childhood, nervously takes off his white gloves to wipe the sweat from his hands because he is about to play for those important figures.

From there outwards, there is a huge dance floor, with exquisite ceramic bricks laid underneath to make it less likely for people to slip and fall.

Kazuma felt a little regretful. He thought that he should have worn a mask like Kerry and Shoko to make it easier to eat, instead of covering his mouth.

The group casually found a corner with a white carpet and sat down.

Each person sat on a sofa, occupying all the seats in the area to prevent any tactless individuals from coming up and striking up a conversation.

These people were here on vacation, unlike those who came with social purposes.

Kerry fetched a bottle of red wine and a glass, poured himself a drink, and Kazuma, taking advantage of the fact that there weren't many people around, lifted his mask and popped a piece of jelly into his mouth.

Kirito, wearing a full-coverage bird-beak mask, looked left and right, on the verge of tears. He chose to remain silent.

The group put down their instrument bags, and the waiter, understanding the situation, didn't ask if they needed to take their bags.

[Sato Kazuma: Hey, isn't it forbidden to drink alcohol before you're 20? Are you over 20 yet?]

Looking at Kerry, who was sipping his wine, Kazuma, who couldn't enjoy his food, asked sourly.

Kerry: Go look up Japanese law. How many of those crimes for which we would sentence someone to death haven't been committed yet?

Kazuma stopped talking.

Kerry swirled the glass and put it down; he wasn't very satisfied with the taste.

Kerry looked outside curiously, recalling the list. He was quite curious why Japan, with so many super conglomerates listed, could still have US troops stationed there. Did other countries also have a lot of connections?

This can no longer be explained by the timeline of The Man in the High Castle; it must be the timeline of The Man in the High Castle.

Xiangzi also brought over a glass of juice, but after taking a sip, he felt something was off. It seemed to be a sparkling wine, so he put it down as well.

Under the watchful eyes of the four, the guests outside soon filed in.

The business owners who led the way seemed to be leaning towards this side, but when they saw the way Kerry and his group were doing, they kept a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and no one went up to talk to them.

The business owners who joined later were more interested in befriending famous figures and didn't react much to the four people sitting in the corner.

Soon, in addition to these so-called successful people, some guys who looked a bit abnormal followed in, such as those big guys who were nearly two meters tall and full of muscles, and those fighters who were obviously hired by them.

As more and more people gathered there, the surrounding noise became increasingly loud.

However, as more people arrived, Toyokawa Shoko's expression twitched.

"Kerry, can we switch seats?"

She asked Kerry, who was sitting in the center of the innermost seat.

Kerry followed Xiangzi's gaze and understood.

At the edge of the dance floor, a woman in a gorgeous dress was leading a little girl with light green hair and a blank expression around, trying to find people.

So Kerry agreed.

However, Kerry was unaware that Xiangzi had seen more than just that one person.

She saw her maternal grandfather, Su Shi's mother whom she had seen once in Soyo's photo album, some peers she had met at other gatherings when she was a child, as well as her classmate, Aki no Mori, and their school principal.

Kirito, even behind his mask, looked extremely uneasy, because he saw his father-in-law, Yuuki Shozo, the CEO of Rect Company, and Asuna following behind his father-in-law. Asuna had just glanced in this direction a few times.

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Chapter 206 This godforsaken place is impossible to sit in for even a second.

Many people slept all day tonight.

As the last few people boarded the ship, and with the hum of the cruise ship's engine, the vessel set sail.

The pianist began playing pieces suitable for dancing, and soon people who weren't worried about socializing were dancing on the dance floor.

Xiangzi, who had just seen the dance floor, was also eager to try it out.

However, with so many acquaintances around, she chose to stay put.

With so many important figures present, there were naturally also some unqualified "small companies" whose agents were begging for investment. And if some group bosses reached a consensus at the ball, their secretaries would quickly go upstairs to find a secluded place to discuss the details.

After dealing with all the guests, the old man of the Toyokawa family casually glanced around the hall, looking for someone to chat with next. If he could find someone from Itochu Corporation...

"Ok?"