Give Me Three Hundred Million, or I'll Destroy You!

The uncle and nephew descended from the sky and landed on a relatively intact part of the arena.

Immediately afterwards, the referee stepped forward, grabbed Calorie's arm, lifted him high, and announced that he was the Junior Division Champion.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"Although I don't know what happened, it was definitely a very exciting match."

"Even more exciting than the Calorie vs. Trunks match just now!"

"I've never seen such an intense battle before!"

"Who says otherwise? Look at the state of the arena! If an ordinary person had left such a big crater in the arena, they would have been dead long ago!"

Are they human?

The audience was buzzing with discussion.

Despite the discussions, the enthusiastic applause was just as loud as ever.

"The competition is finally over. It seems that Calorie are stronger... Goten should train harder." Goku sighed.

Vegeta, his face dark, remained silent and gazed at Trunks, who stood frozen in the distance.

When you get back, you must train Trunks properly.

We can't let Trunks lose to them again!

"Ladies and gentlemen, after the intense competition, it's time for a highly entertaining special program," the referee's voice rang out again.

Satan, who had been standing there dumbfounded, suddenly had a bad feeling after hearing these words, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

I remember now!

I want to have a match with the Junior Division Champion!

This is terrible!

He'll beat me to death.

"Now, please welcome the Junior Division champion Calorie and the world champion Mr. Satan to give us a wonderful performance," the referee announced loudly.

Satan's snot and tears flowed freely, his face was soaked with cold sweat, and he turned ashen with fright.

What to do? What to do?

I'm really going to get beaten to death!

"Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!"

The audience shouted Mr. Satan's name, calling out the name of their hero.

Satan trembled with fear, his mind going completely blank.

If this is a dream, let him wake up quickly.

"No matter how formidable the opponent is, he's just a child. Does that mean even the world-renowned Mr. Satan should take him seriously?" A staff member chuckled and said to Satan.

"I do need to be more serious." Satan gave a dry laugh, swallowing hard.

"Haha, you're so funny." The staff member smiled.

"Hahahaha..." Mr. Satan chuckled awkwardly.

What to do? What to do?

I'll be dead!

"Do you need a break?" the referee asked the Calorie standing on the ring.

At this moment, Goten had already landed on the edge of the arena.

"Hey, referee, what about the prize money?" Calorie asked. "Didn't they say the champion gets 10 million?"

"You'll receive your prize money after the match with Mr. Satan," the referee said with a smile.

"Hmph, there's no comparison between me and him," Calorie said dismissively.

Fortunately, the words were spoken softly, and few audience members heard them.

However, this also caused quite a stir, with many die-hard Satan fans glaring at him angrily.

What is this brat saying?

You should feel honored to be competing with Mr. Satan.

Satan was delighted when he heard Calorie's words.

Please cancel my match with this kid immediately.

I'm really scared.

"This is a rule of the competition organizing committee, and it's a mandatory procedure." The referee decisively refused.

Satan: "..."

Satan was speechless with despair.

"Now, let's welcome Mr. Satan!" the referee announced loudly.

Satan rushed over and immediately approached the referee.

The referee was taken aback.

"Since the little guy doesn't want to compete with me, how about we call it quits?" Satan lowered his voice.

"Are you... joking?" the referee asked, looking at Satan.

Satan felt like dying.

How come you don't understand anything?

"Um... hahaha, just kidding, just kidding!" Satan felt like he was being forced into this situation.

Immediately afterward, Satan took a deep breath, pointed at the Calorie on the table opposite him, and shouted, "Are you the one who wants to challenge the world champion Mr. Satan? Hahaha! You'd better be prepared!"

Calorie calmly looked at Satan, crossed his arms, and silently pondered, lost in thought.

"Uncle, keep it up!" Goten cheered Calorie on from the sidelines.

Satan was startled and immediately turned around to glare at Goten.

Are you still going to keep trying?

Keep going, and I'll die in a very rhythmic way.

"Shut up, don't say a word!" Satan shouted.

Goten: "???"

I didn't say anything!

"Smack!"

Satan removed his cloak, tossed it behind him with a flourish, and tightened his belt.

"Ya ya ya ya!"

Immediately afterwards, Satan let out a series of shouts and punched and kicked the air.

Thirty seconds later, Satan was panting heavily, feeling waves of exhaustion.

"Both of you are ready, so the match shall begin immediately," the referee announced.

"Wow wow wow!"

The audience cheered and applauded enthusiastically.

"Although that child is more powerful than I imagined, I still think Mr. Satan is more powerful."

"That's what I think too, after all, Mr. Satan once defeated Cell."

The audience still has high hopes for Mr. Satan.

Mr. Satan personally destroyed Cell back then, although he has never admitted it.

But who else could it be but him?

"Awoo!"

Satan broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly clutching his knee and showing a pained expression.

"Hey? Mr. Satan, what happened?" the referee asked anxiously and rushed over.

"Ah... I injured my knee while fighting Cell, and I never expected it to happen at this moment..." Satan appeared to be in increasing pain.

"Oh? Did he injure his knee in that battle? I see. He never said anything and suffered the pain alone!" the referee exclaimed repeatedly.

"Who knew it would flare up at this time... What a pity, even though I really wanted to participate in the competition..." Satan lamented.

"There's a doctor here, let me have him come and take a look," the referee suggested.

Satan: "..."

A million alpacas ran through Satan's mind.

You bastard.

Don't you know I don't want to compete?

What should the doctor's name be?

If I call the doctor, won't I be exposed?

"Hahaha... It's alright, it's alright." Satan immediately stood up from the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and chuckled dryly, "I can still compete... After all, I'm the world champion, so this kind of injury will definitely not affect me."

"Are you sure everything's okay?" the referee asked, somewhat uneasy.

Satan wished he could punch the referee to death.

There's definitely a problem. Can't you just cancel the match?

"It's alright! Mr. Satan can continue the match!" the referee announced loudly.

The audience erupted in cheers once again, enthusiastically supporting Mr. Satan.

Satan grew increasingly panicked.

I really will be killed by him.

Moreover, if I lose to a child, my reputation will be tarnished.

Yes! He's just a little kid!

If I deliberately lose to him, no one will blame me. This is a great idea. I'm so clever.

"Well..." The referee was just about to announce the start of the match.

"Wait! Stop!" Satan shouted urgently at the referee.

The referee stopped immediately.

Satan then swiftly arrived beside Calorie.

"Little one, I forgot to tell you about a special way to say hello on this show," Satan chuckled.

"Say hello?" Calorie was taken aback.

"Yes, when the match begins, you first lightly, very lightly touch my face with your fist, just like that!" Satan said, demonstrating by lightly touching Calorie's face with his fist. "Just like that, do you understand?"

Calorie stared blankly at Satan without saying a word.

"Did you understand?" Satan was getting impatient. "You absolutely mustn't greet them forcefully, understand?"

"Hey, are you rich?" Calorie suddenly asked.

Satan: "???"

Satan was slightly taken aback, not understanding why this little brat would suddenly ask such a question.

"This... is alright... why are you asking this question?" Satan inquired.

"It's easy to make me deliberately lose to you," Calorie chuckled. "Give me a hundred million, and I'll pretend to lose to you."

Satan: "..."

Satan felt completely awful at that moment.

This little brat really dares to ask for it.

You actually asked me for 100 million?

"You won't give it to me, huh?" Calorie snorted, a purplish-red dot of light condensing at his fingertips.

"Call out!"

Calorie suddenly flicked the purplish-red light spot onto a rock.

"Smack!"

Instantly, the stone turned into dust, leaving nothing behind.

Satan was so frightened he almost peed himself, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Is money more important, or your life?" Calorie grinned, his smile growing increasingly wicked.

Satan: "..."

Buu, I miss you!

Where are you?

Someone is bullying me!

Now even little kids dare to bully me?

And Lord Zeno, come and play with me soon!

"Answer me," Calorie snorted, his expression indifferent.

"Of course, life is more important," Satan immediately and honestly replied.

"Then give me two hundred million, and I'll deliberately lose to you, how about that?" Calorie said with a smile.

"What? Two hundred million? Didn't you just say one hundred million?" Satan was getting anxious.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it, so the price went up again." Calorie snorted. "Since you didn't agree, it's now worth three hundred million."

Satan: "..."

Whose brat is this?

This is outrageous!

You're practically raising prices on the spot!

"Whatever, if you don't agree, I'll kill you, then go to your house and rob all your money," Calorie snorted.

"I agree, I agree! It's just three hundred million, right?" Satan was anxious and quickly agreed, afraid that this kid would continue to raise the price.

"You're smart enough to know what's good for you." Calorie nodded in satisfaction. "You just wait."

Satan: "???"

Why are you making me wait?

Calorie walked quickly to the side of the stands where Gine was.

Gine was stunned, not understanding why Calorie had come over.

"Calorie, don't go too far!" Gine hurriedly said.

"Mom, can I use your phone for a moment?" Calorie said.

"A cell phone? What do you need that for?" Gine, puzzled.

"Isn't the Junior Division Champion entitled to a 10 million yuan prize? I'll have them transfer the money directly to Mom's phone later." Calorie chuckled.

"Okay." Gine was very satisfied with Calorie's actions and immediately took out her phone and handed it to Calorie.

Calorie, holding the phone, quickly approached Satan.

"Alright, hurry up and transfer the money," Calorie said to Satan.

Satan: "..."

"All the phones are broken... I don't know what caused it." Satan shook his head.

Calorie glanced in Piccolo's direction.

Piccolo, you've gone too far.

How am I supposed to get those 300 million if you do this?

"Got it! My phone isn't broken. Log into your account and transfer the money to me!" Calorie handed his phone to Satan.

Satan was truly speechless.

Immediately afterwards, Satan had no choice but to open Calorie's phone, log into his account using facial recognition, and transfer 300 million to Calorie.

Calorie stared at the string of numbers for a long time, then scratched his head and asked, "How many zeros are after 'hundred million'?"

Satan is speechless.

The little brat doesn't even know how many zeros are after 100 million, yet he asked me for 300 million.

That's absolutely outrageous.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Calorie asked again. "If I find out you transferred less money to me, I'll come to your house and confront you."

"No, why would I lie to you!" Satan exclaimed anxiously.

"That's good." Calorie nodded in satisfaction, returned to where Gine was, handed the phone back, and turned back to Satan's side.

Gine looked completely bewildered.

What's going on with Calorie again?

However, after catching the phone, Gine still subconsciously looked inside.

Upon seeing this, Gine's hand trembled violently, and she almost dropped her phone.

"Grandmother Gine, what's wrong?" Chi-Chi asked curiously.

"This... how come there's so much money in my bank card?" Gine showed it to Chi-Chi.

When Chi-Chi saw such a large sum of money, she was so shocked that her mouth was wide enough to fit a duck egg.

"This...this seems to be the one Mr. Satan donated to Calorie, right?" Emily leaned over for a look and immediately guessed.

"What donation? It's obviously Calorie asking Mr. Satan for it!" How could Gine not know her son well? She was so angry she laughed.

"Gine, it's already pretty good that Calorie gave you the money; at least he didn't squander it," Bulma advised from the side.

"Three hundred million? Can I have some? I'm really short on cash lately." Master Roshi's eyes widened.

"I want money too... I've got my eye on a girl who said she'll marry me if I give her 100 million." Oolong stared longingly at his phone.

Gine: "..."

"I've given you all the money, so you'd better keep your word," Satan hurriedly whispered to Calorie.

"Sure thing, since you're so sensible, you can punch me once when the match starts, that's it," Calorie said calmly.

Satan nodded vigorously.

Immediately afterward, Satan turned to look at the referee and smiled, "We can begin... This kid just asked me for his WeChat, and we've already added each other on WeChat!"