The call from the president of Zhenshu Company naturally received a swift response from the arena.
"Mr. Zhenshu, how may I assist you?"
A female attendant, dressed similarly to those on Araki's side, asked respectfully.
"That person." Zhenshu pointed impatiently at Ringo Ameyuri, who was walking down from the ring. "Where is her master? Take me to see him."
"This..."
The attendant hesitated. "Please wait a moment. I need to notify our manager."
"Then hurry up and notify him!"
Zhenshu's tone was extremely rude. The attendant kept her head lowered and bowed as she backed out of the room.
Before long, Suzuki, the manager on duty, arrived.
"Oh, Mr. Zhenshu, it's been a long time!"
After some polite pleasantries, Zhenshu repeated his request. "I want to meet this Mihawk fellow myself."
"Hmm..." Suzuki pondered for a moment and deftly deflected the matter. "We can handle the transfer of the hand cards on your behalf, so there is no need for you to trouble yourself over it."
Zhenshu was not hiding his emotions in the slightest. Anyone could tell that he was looking to go over there and make trouble.
Manager Suzuki was naturally no exception.
From his perspective, it would be a loss for the arena if two influential guests caused an unpleasant scene here, so he immediately tried to dissuade him tactfully.
However, just as it was impossible to wake someone pretending to sleep, it was equally difficult to stop someone who had already lost their head.
Having suffered setback after setback at Araki's hands, Zhenshu had completely lost his cool. His fury had nearly drowned out his reason.
He might not have even realized that Suzuki had been trying to dissuade him.
Instead, he waved his hand. "I don't need your help with something this minor. Lead the