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Any banquet centered around men was never short of women like this.

While making money, they looked for a long-term, high-quality meal ticket.

It was simply a matter of taking what each needed.

There were many good girls who could not be swayed by money, but there were just as many willing to sell everything for material comforts.

There was no need to condemn everyone with one sweeping judgment.

As for Kate... she had been ignored.

Kate was certainly a stunning beauty, but here, who did not have at least some looks?

When the car stopped, attendants naturally came over to open the door and park it.

"Hello. I've been looking forward to this meeting."

Kingpin stood at a measured distance.

At two meters tall and weighing four hundred pounds, he possessed an astonishing presence simply by standing there, even though his expression was calm.

"Are these your hostages?"

Hayato glanced at the roughly hundred guests.

"Do you care?" Kingpin asked.

Hayato curled his lip. "You tell me."

Kingpin smiled.

He did not think so. Otherwise, Hayato would not have brought a female companion.

Bullseye's death had made Kingpin realize that Hayato was not some secretly saintly superhero; conventional methods could not be used against him. As for this banquet, it was merely a coincidence.

Still, Kingpin had taken advantage of that coincidence to turn them into hostages placed before Hayato.

What if it worked...

By convention, Kingpin should have chatted with Hayato for a while before introducing him to the other guests—the men exchanged business, the women exchanged bodily fluids. At their core, high-society banquets were all like this; it had no necessary connection to whether they were high-class or low-class.

But Kingpin beckoned, calling over his female companion—a petite young woman with delicate features.

Kingpin spoke with Hayato.