The Entire Group of Floor Masters Pooled Their Money to Buy Their Peace: Clearing Heaven's Arena

"Here, here! Mr. Chrollo is here! All the other nineteen Floor Masters are here too!" The chairman of the committee came running up, panting heavily. He leaned against the wall and gasped for a long while before straightening up and handing the bank card in his hand to Saitama. "Mr. Saitama, please don't rush to challenge the Floor Master yet. We just held an emergency meeting, and there's something we'd like to discuss with you."

Saitama took the bank card and turned it over in his hands. "What's this?"

"It's a bank card with five million Japanese yen in it." The chairman smiled so broadly that his face was covered in wrinkles. "This is compensation money pooled together by our committee and the twenty-one Floor Masters. We've also fully waived the previous five-hundred-thousand-yen fine."

Saitama's eyes lit up at once. "Five million?! That much?"

"Yes, yes!" The chairman hurriedly nodded. "With this money, you can buy as much milk as you want and live in whatever kind of house you want. From now on, whenever you come to Heaven's Arena, you can watch matches for free forever. All food and lodging will be free, and whatever you want to buy, we'll give you a fifty-percent discount!"

Saitama stroked his chin and began calculating seriously. "Five million yen. A case of milk costs five hundred yen, so I can buy ten thousand cases. If I drink two cartons a day, that'll last me over thirteen thousand years. No, milk expires, so I can only store six months' worth. Even so, it'll still last me a long time."

He looked up at the chairman in confusion. "But why are you giving me money? I haven't even fought the Floor Master yet. If I defeat the Floor Master, I'll get a share of