Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"An evil god..."

Sensing this aura and seeing those eerie eyes, Medanore uttered those words as if possessed.

He stared wide-eyed, wanting to see exactly what the move that had defeated him looked like.

cold!

Porker, kneeling on the ground, felt an extreme chill. It was like the freezing rain he experienced as a child when he had a cold and fever.

call!

The next moment, a biting cold wind blew in our faces.

At one point, Polk thought he was going to freeze to death.

Then, it got dark...

gurgle...

When he opened his eyes again, the familiar yellow-green ball gently approached him from beside his knees, where he was kneeling.

"Match ended! Masaharu Nio of Japan won, score 7-6!"

"The semi-finals have now concluded. The Japanese team defeated the German team 3-1 and advances to the finals!"

The ball before him, the referee's voice—it all felt like a dream. Then, he smiled, a smile of profound relief.

That gaunt face, which had been so solemn, now held a genuine smile.

"Well……"

The entire German team looked like a deflated balloon, with everyone watching the game with a sorrowful expression.

Of course, there was also envy.

"Oh oh oh~"

Looking at the group of excited young people jumping up and down not far away, Tezuka's face flashed with a complex expression. But it quickly turned into a faint smile.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu!"

Just then, a slightly cold voice sounded behind him, and a young man who looked like an office worker came up to him and said coldly, "I'm sorry, the professional recommendation list for this year is full. If you want to become a contracted player for Sigmund Pharmaceuticals, you'll have to wait until next December."

"I see."

As if he already knew, Tezuka smiled faintly.

Ring ring ring!

Just then, the phone in the man's arms rang. He answered it, feigning to avoid Tezuka, and said in a low voice, "Chairman, the matter is settled. Um, I'll go inform Mr. Niou immediately..."

He hung up the phone and left in a hurry, leaving Tezuka with a complicated expression.

boom!

"Match ended! The United States team, represented by Reinhardt, wins with a score of 7-6!"

"Whoosh..."

Camus, kneeling on the ground, looked up at the figure in the sunlight, only the hem of his clothes swaying gently, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

“Ralf Reinhardt, I never imagined you would be the biggest obstacle on my path to tennis revolution…”

Chapter 170 Club

Ring ring ring!

Almost at the same time, Mifune, who was sitting on the coach's bench, had his cell phone ring in his pocket.

He took it out and looked at it, then laughed.

"Hello, is this Chairman Yamaura? What's up?"

"Mr. Mifune, please stop teasing me."

From the other end came Yamaura's voice, which was slightly panicked yet also made him laugh and cry. He said with a wry smile, "Is what you said last time still valid?"

"This one……"

Mifune looked up at Niou, who was leaving the stage, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "It's effective, but I wonder if he'll add any conditions..."

"It's alright, as long as it's still useful!"

Yamaura's voice trembled slightly, revealing the importance he placed on 'that matter'.

But after waiting a moment, he didn't hear a reply from Mifune. Instantly, his heart, which had just relaxed, jumped again.

"Mr. Mifune? Are you... are you still there?"

"Cough cough!!"

At that moment, two soft coughs came from the other end of the phone. The voices were slightly bright, and Yamaura found them somewhat familiar.

"President Yamaura, is that right? Hello, I am Niou, Niou Masaharu!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Yamaura lost his grip on his phone and it fell to the ground. His face changed drastically; he was terrified and quickly picked up his phone, repeatedly explaining, "I'm so sorry, my hand just slipped."

"fine."

Niou smiled slightly and said, "Chairman Yamaura, my condition remains 51% of the shares. Note that this is not a phantom share. Also, when I mentioned this condition last time, I hadn't yet defeated the German champion, so I took the liberty of adding another condition..."

"What are the conditions!"

Yamaura calmed down. He knew very well that he couldn't judge his opponent from the perspective of a 14-year-old middle school student. Moreover, given his opponent's playing style and intelligence, he wouldn't be fooled.

"I don't manage the team, but I need the right to buy players."

"This……"

"What's wrong? Are you having a hard time?"

"Well..."

Yamaura's face immediately showed a wry smile. He explained, "You already have a 51% controlling stake. You have absolute power to appoint and dismiss people."

"Hmm, that seems to make sense... Okay, let's sign the contract when you have time."

"Don't!"

At this moment, Shanpu hurriedly said, "Forget about time, right now, I'll come down right away."

"Get down?"

Renwang was taken aback, then looked up and saw a middle-aged man with his secretary running down against the flow of people, looking quite disheveled.

"Whoosh..."

After a while, he finally ran up to Renwang, looking breathless and completely different from the chairman he had seen before.

"It seems he hasn't been having a good time lately."

Niou narrowed his eyes, recalling the trouble Mifune had mentioned about the Yamaura Tennis Club. Now, it seemed it was no small matter.

He asked with a smile, "Chairman Yamaura, I heard you've encountered a little trouble recently."

"Hmm...it is a bit troublesome."

Yamaura Taisuke nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said, "However, it's already resolved."

"Resolved?"

Niou narrowed his eyes, and Mifune next to him laughed, "It's indeed resolved, but no one will go there anymore now."

"What exactly is the reason?"

"Match fixed!"

Yamaura shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I was bewitched to agree to fix the match with that guy. In the end, he ruined my career, and now almost no one comes to my club anymore."

Once a tennis club loses its players, it's like it's lost its lifeblood; bankruptcy and closure are only a matter of time.

"I see."

Niou nodded. No wonder the other party was in such a hurry to find him. With his current strength and reputation, if he were to join the Yamaura Club, it would definitely be huge news that shakes the Japanese tennis world.

Then you'll have all the news and exposure.

"In that case..."

Narrowing his eyes, Renwang shook his head and said, "After this scandal, I think we should change the club's name."

"change?"

Yamaura's eyelids twitched, and he tentatively asked, "It definitely needs to be changed. How about changing it to Niou...?"

You've misunderstood.

Renou shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't intend to make this club my own, but I'll tell you the specific name later."

After speaking, he glanced at the contract in front of him, carefully flipped through a few pages, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"Is there...is there a problem?"

The young man holding the contract, who was also Shanpu's secretary, suddenly felt a twitch in his eyelids.

"question?"

Niou sneered, "There's a huge problem!"

Knowing he would be signing a contract, he used the system to obtain master-level lawyer skills. With a casual scan, he discovered several fatal flaws. Immediately, he grabbed a pen and quickly highlighted several unclear passages.

With each stroke he made, the young man's heart sank a little deeper.

"Chairman Yamaura!"

After finishing, he looked up at Shanpu and said, "Take out your backup contract and compare it. I think it should be similar to this one. Of course, if you don't have one, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Yamaura raised an eyebrow and said with a gloomy face, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take it out."

"Yes Yes!"

The young man named Ueno was startled and quickly took out a second, spare document. Niou read it twice, and after finding no problems, signed his name.

"Chairman Yamaura, I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

"No, no, it should be Chairman Niou."