One billion U.S. dors as a hidden fee to kill someone is undeniably excessive.
The subordinates, visibly shocked, harbored fleeting thoughts of flying to Japan to deal with Tawanna personally.
Unable to contain his disbelief, the blond man spoke up:<span>
“Chairman, spending ten billion dors to kill a single person? Honestly, I’ve never heard of such a thing. Even assassinating high-ranking politicians doesn’t cost that much. Isn’t this overkill?”
The white-haired man, exuding cold authority, retorted:<span>
“What do you understand? If this leaks and the private details of those powerful figurese to light, my life will be forfeit! Yours, too! Remember how Jeffrey died? The gun barrel was practically pressed against my back—so why are you fretting about money now?”
The gravity of his words struck a chord, and the room fell silent.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Breaking the silence, the blond man hesitated before asking:<span>
“Chairman, do you really think killing Tawanna will satisfy them? What if they fear we might expose their secrets? What if, like Jeffrey, they decide we’re loose ends and eliminate us?”
The chairman’s voice was firm, yet calcted:<span>
“That’s exactly why Tawanna must die, and quickly. They need to see my decisiveness and understand my value. They must know that crossing mees with a cost—a risk so steep they’d think twice. Bnce of power is everything!”
He leaned forward, his gaze sharp, and added:<span>
“From the moment I started my business at 20, I knew one truth: sometimes, you need to demonstrate courage—courage that might seem excessive or even irrational to others. But it doesn’t matter. Excessive courage is better than no courage at all.”
He paused before continuing, his tone colder now:<span>
“I’m offering one billion dors for Tawanna’s head, and that sends a clear message. Those who hear of it will think twice about opposing me. If I’m willing to spend this much now, what’s to stop me from cing the same price on their heads tomorrow? They’ll know I’m capable of bringing chaos—even if I don’t get all of them, I’ll get enough to send a message.”<fnd472> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n f?ndnovel</fnd472>
Realization dawned on the blond man.<span>
“Chairman, I see. You’re not just targeting Tawanna—you’re sending a warning to anyone who might challenge you.”
“Exactly,” the white-haired man affirmed. “If this strategy keeps them in check, then the billion will be well spent.”
He leaned back, his expression thoughtful but resolute.<span>
“And don’t forget—taking Tawanna down won’t be simple. The Mitsui family is protecting him now. Anyone who takes this job will be dering war on them, and possibly taking them down too. It’s not just about money; it’s about sheer determination.”
The room once again fell into tense silence as the weight of his n settled over them.
The blond man immediately volunteered, saying, “Chairman! I’ll contact the Yamaguchi-gumi and thergest ninja family in Japan!”
Meanwhile, at the bustling Tokyo Dome, tens of thousands of spectators were exiting in an orderly fashion after the event. The massive crowd slowly made its way out, with transportation gradually dispersing the people. It was a process that would take at least an hour toplete.
charlie Wade, who had been considering leaving early to return to the hotel, noticed something peculiar. Sasaki Sachiko, the one who had invited him and his group to the performance, had been conspicuously absent during the show.
When the performance was nearing its end, Loreen sent a message to Sachiko, only to learn that she had been called away by Mitsui Yoshitaka to handle some urgent matters. Though Loreen dismissed it as a sign of Sachiko’s growing importance to Mitsui Yoshitaka, charlie Wade immediately perceived the true purpose behind the move.
Mitsui Yoshitaka, he realized, deliberately orchestrated this to ensure charlie Wade wouldn’t leave early. By pulling Sachiko away, Mitsui Yoshitaka effectively blocked charlie Wade from bypassing the social courtesy of greeting the host before leaving—a deeply rooted tradition in many East Asian cultures.
True to charlie Wade’s suspicions, Loreen said after learning of Sachiko’s dy:<span>
“ire, charlie Wade, Sachiko is busy for now. Let’s not rush to leave after the performance. Once she’s done, we can say hello to her before heading out.”
ire smiled and agreed without hesitation, adding, “Of course! We can’t leave without thanking Sachiko. Besides, we’re not in a hurry, and the hotel isn’t far. Let’s wait until most of the crowd clears out and Sachiko finishes her work. It’ll be less crowded and more polite.”
She turned to charlie Wade, her tone light and affectionate. “What do you think, hubby?”