"Fight, fight! Beat each other until you can't even take care of yourselves. Then first place is mine." Kakuzu watched the four men brawling, his eyes glowing an eerie green as he kept rubbing his hands together.
He even seemed tempted to run over and get a few kicks in to make things worse.
"Stop! Please, stop!" The staff member standing nearby was having a miserable time.
Which of these four could I possibly hold back? The Chairman actually told me to break them up. Is this some kind of joke?
That White-Hair is darting around like a damn rat. I can't even see him. How am I supposed to talk him down?
Uh... White-Hair is Lord Second, isn't he...? Ahem, I didn't say anything.
"Mr. Chairman, I can't stop these four!" Left with no choice, the staff member called Dave to explain the situation.
"...All right, put Kakuzu on." Dave sounded helpless.
"Manager Kakuzu, the Chairman's on the phone." The staff member hurriedly handed Kakuzu his phone.
"Kid, what is it?"
"Help me stop those four. They're fighting before the race has even started. What the hell are we supposed to race afterward?" Dave said, his head aching.
"Heh, you're sure I can stop them?" Kakuzu sneered. Never mind whether he wanted to—could he even do it?
"Stop them. One hundred thousand."
"Yes, Boss."
Kakuzu hung up, then tucked the phone into his clothes.
"Um... Manager... that's my phone..." The staff member swallowed nervously...
"It's been confiscated. Ask the Chairman to reimburse you later," Kakuzu said, giving him an indifferent glance.
The staff member left, full of resentment... Just what you'd expect from the manager, huh...? Boohoo... This is so unfair... I'm reporting him to the company!
"You four noobs, stop." With his hands behind his back, Kakuzu slowly