Chapter 899

With money, Bai Lang naturally prepared to live in an apartment—a high-end apartment near the commercial center, not some housing complex apartment from the time of economic take-off. Speaking of which, the "housing complex wife" was just like that. Bai Lang hadn't thought about this at the moment. He had been to Ri Ben before and had lived a ridiculous period of time on a higher platform. Thinking back now, it was really... "Hey! Enough energy!"

However, this time he had no intention of repeating it—although Japanese women were actually super easy to hook up with. He prepared to buy the high-end apartment directly—otherwise, he didn't have that many hobbies to spend money on. Besides, Ri Ben's real estate was currently at the bottom for a long time, and these high-end apartments weren't expensive. When waiting for the elevator, he met someone who should be a neighbor—that was a woman wearing what might be high-end custom clothing...

At this time, Bai Lang was still dressed very ordinarily, although his temperament and appearance were definitely not ordinary. However, the beautiful woman in her thirties still looked at him as if looking at trash, but this look was disguised quite well and was quickly retracted. It was just that she was one step faster when getting into the elevator, and after entering, she directly pressed the close button, and pressed it repeatedly, completely ignoring that Bai Lang hadn't come up yet.

Bai Lang was also quite curious. "Is this woman crazy? Not afraid of me looking like this?" He was tall and strong, and his appearance was fierce. Logically, this woman should immediately retreat three feet. In short, the elevator door closed—Bai Lang wasn't going to fight with this woman for the elevator; anyway, there were four elevators here, and waiting for another one was no problem. He was just a bit curious, if the other party had great courage, should he come for a midnight raid? "Sigh, doing this is too much like a bad guy. What kind of martial arts status does my family have? How can I do such low-class things."

However, thinking about it, it didn't matter if this lady had a side job outside. "You wouldn't want your husband to know, would you? Madam." Fantasizing, Bai Lang laughed in the elevator alone. The new residence was very good, and the new Kengan match had already notified Bai Lang—probably after signing a professional Kengan fighter, the advertising company's ambition had also burst forth.

Japanese people were gamblers by nature, and this company was prepared to take a gamble—if they won, they could expand directly; if they lost, at most they would spit out what they had eaten before. Winning that match before gave them the chips to get on the table... This Kengan battle would be held on a small island in the outer sea. This was an island in the Ryukyu Islands, which should have been a national conservation area, but the Kengan Association, as the underground ruler of Ri Ben, directly built luxury hotel facilities here.

In order not to let outsiders chirp, they also spent a huge amount of money to build a self-circulation system to minimize pollution. There was a quite large arena on this island, set up for Kengan matches. Later, this would become the venue for the Kengan Association Chairman election battle. The owners of those enterprises, the underground rulers of Ri Ben, would all watch the battle here, fighting to win the highest power—as for the Prime Minister, that was just a puppet on the surface.

This time it involved the equity issue of Dentsu, involving billions of yen in business, and Bai Lang's opponent this time was a lean and strong man of 1.8 meters, who was actually called Fanma. This person's muscles were very strange... It should be said that this guy's ability to control muscles was extraordinary. When Bai Lang saw him, this person was raping an ugly man. "Except for me, are they all females?" Bai Lang saw through this person's state of mind.

"Too perverted." He didn't notice how dangerous this person was, Bai Lang commented.

Before long, the two stood opposite each other on the ring. Bai Lang was still in his usual attire, while the guy opposite him wore karate gear but had specifically left his upper body bare. "Showing off? Even though he's using his facial muscles to play at 'expression art,' he's nowhere near as imposing as yours truly." Bai Lang looked at the guy who looked fierce enough to die, and then the fight began. This person was indeed quite formidable, and his punches and kicks carried immense weight—"Speaking of which, for a match on the scale of billions of yen, how did they invite this guy? This level must be at least ten billion, right?"

The next second, Bai Lang grabbed this person's wrist, and the molten gold and jade-shattering internal force burst out. The opponent's muscles were like old rubber, and his bones were even like gold and iron, but there was no blocking force in his meridians. "It's me bullying the weak, hahahaha." Bai Lang laughed loudly. The internal force reached everywhere, the skin and flesh dissociated, and the bones were like cotton. It was just a few breaths before he took the life of the Fanma opposite—it was impossible for a human to survive when the internal organs became meat paste and all the bones became fragments less than the size of rice grains.

What's more, the brain had become bean curd, so even if he wanted to use his mind to forcibly fix his body, he couldn't—there was no soul in this world. So, with a ghost-like smile on his face, this brother died cleanly. Bai Lang also confirmed one point: this was not the strongest creature on earth, just a guy who looked very much like him, not the same world. "The shot was a bit heavy, it's a pity—but for this kind of guy, it seems like a good thing if he dies."

Regardless, he held the other party's hand for a while and the other party died. It was not a big deal for a fighter to die; there was compensation. It was just that the fighter's way of death was a bit strange. This kind of news was a secret on the surface, but in fact, it would be sold for money, sold to those fighter companies. In this way, wasn't the pension money earned?

Bai Lang's ability, others didn't come to ask. Anyway, before going on stage, they had already checked that he didn't have any contraband on him. This time Bai Lang earned 200 million in bonuses directly, plus the 100 million in bonuses collected from outside gambling. A high-end apartment could be easily bought. Since Bai Lang was like this, after buying the apartment, he really met the beautiful woman again—now he knew the woman's name was Sayoko.

When he saw her, it was in a luxury hotel. The guy eating with this young woman looked like a host—the different-colored hair and the clothing on his body could completely explain this point. Bai Lang's evil thoughts immediately emerged, so he walked over lightly like a tiger. "Madam, eating? This is not your husband, right?" Thinking about it, it shouldn't be. A host probably wouldn't marry a wife, right? Living in a high-end apartment was quite normal—as long as you were the top host.

Bai Lang believed in his ability to identify other people's emotions, especially identifying adulterers. He looked at it, and sure enough, it was so. This host was at most twenty-five or twenty-six, and Sayoko's age was also seen through at a glance by such an expert, it should be thirty-two or thirty-three. When Sayoko saw him, her face obviously changed, but she retracted it quickly. It was the host who saw Bai Lang's domineering, bearded, and angry eyes, and his face turned pale with fright... ===== CHAPTER 900 =====