Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!-Chapter 787 Briberies And Threats

As the fights went on, the ones close to us would get tended by Kaley but most of the time, all they'd need was just ice. It was totally different compared to the blood fights because no one was willing to die just to be called the champion of champions—well, except for a select few.

But despite that, these people were 100% willing to lay their lives just to settle a grudge.

'Well, that includes me… sometimes…'

I was still watching the fights that followed, but an unfamiliar voice went through the earpiece that Mr. Cuervo gave me.

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[Mr. Ishiyama?]

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"Yo?"

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[Great. I'm one of the representatives of the Garcia Family. My name's Bertrandt, good sir. Would it be possible to take a few moments of your time?]

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"You're doing it right now, no?"

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[I deeply apologize—]

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"Don't apologize, I can watch the fights and talk to you without any problems."

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[Splendid! Very well, I'll be brief.]

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"Weird name… I thought your name was Bertrandt but ok…"

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[Umm… I don't follow— Ah! Such crass, but a splendid joke nonetheless! That tickled me from a few seats away! Ahaha… Anyway, back on topic… Our family's wondering if you'd be interested in a luxurious suite in our abode?]

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"A suite?"

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[Yes! A luxurious one!]

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"Why the generosity?"

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[Oh! I'm afraid it's not free. Everything comes at a price, no?]

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"It depends, but yeah. How much is it? Not like I'm gonna buy it or anything…"

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[Ah! You wouldn't have to do much! All we request is for one of your fighters to… somehow… Umm~ How do I put this nicely… We'd like for one of them to uhh… allow one of ours to advance? But we'd like it to be a little convincing… A few punches here and there but a believable hit in the end before they surrender.]

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"Uh-huh…"

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[W-What do you think, sir? Mr. Ishiyama? Hello? Did the connection cut off?]

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"I can hear you just fine, Bertrandt."

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[Splendid! I was worried for a second there! So, what do you—]

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"It was nice talking to you, Bertrandt…"

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[It is nice talking— Sir? Do you mean— It's just one loss? It doesn't guarantee the—]

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"Bertrandt."

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[Sir?]

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"No."

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[Ah… But sir—]

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"No."

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[We could also offer more amenities and such if you reconsider—]

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"I'm sorry. But for the last time, no. I'm ending this—"

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[Your wife is beautiful, no?]

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"Excuse me?"

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[Got your attention, huh? Good sir, there's something you don't realize… You see, this championship of whatever looks simple on the surface but no… there's more to it than that… One of our players need to get a high standing or else—]

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"Bertrandt—"

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[Good sir, it is best if you let me finish—]

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"No. YOU fucking let me finish. Yes or no, are you fucking threatening me or what?"

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"I know that our conversation hasn't ended. Are you threatening me or what?"

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[Good sir, you don't understand the gravity of the situation—]

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"Hah. I bet you don't understand either…"

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[Sir?]

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The Garcia Family's spot was a little far from us but I didn't fucking care.

I stood up from my spot, much to the surprise of everyone, even though they already heard me arguing with someone in my earpiece, but I didn't even notice that I was leaking out killing intent because of how pissed off I was.

In my head, the audacity of that motherfucker astounded me to the point I was actually laughing even though my face was a little red, and I quickly made my way to look for that motherfucking sales representative.

I didn't even know what that asshole fucking looked like but even though it sounds bad, I could probably profile that motherfucker from his voice alone.

'Probably a 4-foot monopoly-guy looking ass that had the face that embodied the Ugly Bastard tag…'

From several feet away, I saw the antichrist and I beelined my way over to him in which he tried to get away.

At this point, a lot of people had already felt my killing intent and just the head of a family making his way over to another one's territory would garner a lot of attention. However, they all knew some shit was about to go down and they all wanted to see the shitshow.

I easily grabbed the bastard by his collar and I was repulsed at how sweaty it was.

However, the reason I came over was to see if he'd say those shit right in front of my face because the guy seemed to have a death wish. This place abhorred killing—unless sanctioned—but I would actually do something that was the exact opposite.

Killing people was too easy, leaving them in pain was much, much more satisfying.

With that said, I just tightened my grip onto his collar until he was getting asphyxiated, and I stared him dead in the eye and asked the same question.

"Are you threatening me or what?"

His flabby little arms were trying to pry my hand away from his collar but I waited for a few more seconds before I let go so he could answer.

"G-Good sir, I jest! I jest! I was only joking! I was— Grchkkk! CkhhCkk! kKRck!"

"Fucking lie to me one more time and you'll eat with a straw for the rest of your life!"

This time, I actually grabbed onto his neck and started choking him but another representative placed their hand over me and spoke in a soft but hurried tone.

"S-Sir Ishiyama! P-Please! Whatever Bertrandt had done to offend you, the Garcia Family would make amends! So please! All we'd request is for you to unhand him so we could get a better understanding of the situation! Please understand, his mouth runs a little too wild when negotiating so—"

I quipped with an annoyed tone, "Hah! Wanna trade places with this motherfucker?!"