The air in the hallway seemed to freeze.
Sadaso looked at the cheap business card in his hand.
Then he looked at Luo Ye, whose face was wreathed in smiles.
His one remaining eye kept twitching.
Riehlvelt and Gido exchanged bewildered looks as well.
They had intimidated countless newcomers who had just reached the two-hundredth floor.
Some had wet themselves in terror.
Some had fought for their lives.
But they had never seen anyone actively pitch a service for getting beaten up.
"Kid."
Sadaso crumpled the business card into a ball.
"Do you think we're idiots?"
He took a large step forward, unleashing his malice without restraint.
"If we cripple you, we still get the wins, without spending a single coin."
Luo Ye waved his hands repeatedly, looking utterly unconvinced.
"Boss Sadaso, that's where you don't understand the market."
He spread his hands with the air of a seasoned salesman.
"How much effort would it take you to cripple us?"
Luo Ye pointed at Killua and Gon behind him.
"These two kids are tough customers. If it comes to a real fight, can those old bones of yours take the strain?"
"Besides."
Luo Ye raised a finger and wagged it.
"It's not that you can't win on your own. Buying wins is simply more cost-effective."
He leaned closer to Sadaso and lowered his voice.
"We call this safe, efficient, painless win farming."
Sadaso froze.
The kid had a whole spiel ready for everything.
It actually gave him the illusion that he had just seen the light.
Riehlvelt rolled his wheelchair forward, his gaze vicious.
"Boss, don't listen to this kid's nonsense."
"Let's cripple them right here."
Luo Ye sighed and pulled a small, crumpled notebook from his pocket.
"Since you three bosses don't trust our studio's capabilities..."
He opened the