Chapter 242

"You think if you do something like this, you'll still be able to stay in this city?"

"You think others will still look at you the same?"

Roy shook his head.

"That's not something you need to worry about, Teacher. Even if it comes to that, staying alive is still better than dying. In the worst case, I'll move to another city and start over. I don't have to stay here."

The emaciated middle-aged man fell silent.

After a long pause, he lifted his head and looked at Roy.

"If I don't cooperate, what will you do to them?"

Roy shrugged, his expression growing increasingly relaxed.

"As for the junior brothers, I'll sell them off directly. The junior sisters? I'll pick out a few—keep the pretty ones for myself, and the rest I'll sell to others."

"And as for your wife, Teacher, I'll inherit her."

This time, the emaciated man didn't get angry.

Because he knew anger was useless now.

"I understand. I'll cooperate. But, Roy, you can't lay a finger on them. Otherwise, even if I die, I'll make sure you pay."

"Give me the phone."

Roy handed the phone over.

The emaciated man dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected.

"Things are bad. Ron isn't dead, and Roy has been captured by him. Now I'm trapped by Ron and his companions. I need backup—hurry!"

The person on the other end froze.

"What?"

The emaciated man gave them the location.

"Get here quickly! I can't handle them on my own."

At AKA's base in Heaven's Arena, two people exchanged serious looks.

"Should we go?"

"We have to. If we don't help him this time, Ron will come for us next. He'll be even harder to deal with then. This is our best chance to kill him."

"But what if it's a trap?"

"A trap?"

"Exactly. That guy might already be in Ron's hands."

"That's impossible. Ron is strong, but not that strong. How long has it been since he left? There's no way Ron could have subdued him so quickly."

"You go first. I'll follow behind."

The bald middle-aged man frowned.

"Aren't you being overly cautious?"

"Better safe than sorry. If I stay behind, we'll have more options in case something goes wrong."

"Fine, I'll go first."

The bald man left Heaven's Arena, heading toward the location given by the emaciated man.

The other person followed from a distance.

What neither of them realized was that the moment they stepped out of Heaven's Arena, Chii had already sent the surveillance footage of their movements to Ron.

Ron waited.

He was waiting for the perfect moment to act.

But suddenly, the third core member of AKA turned around and returned to Heaven's Arena shortly after leaving.

Ron: "…"

"So cowardly?"

Ron waited a little longer, but the person showed no intention of leaving Heaven's Arena again.

They even went back upstairs.

"Looks like I'll have to deal with this one first."

"The other one can be taken care of inside Heaven's Arena."

"Lampent!"

"Smog!"

A thick fog surged forth, completely enveloping the area where the bald man stood.

"What?"

Before the bald man could react, a figure appeared behind him.

"Pain Split!"

Hanma Baki raised his fist and struck the bald man with full force.

The man had no chance to react.

"Bang!"

The strike landed.

Hanma Baki then swung a baseball bat directly at the bald man's head.

A soundless explosion followed.

The man's head vanished.

When the smog cleared, all that remained on the ground was a headless corpse.

Ron returned to where Roy and the emaciated man were.

"Roy, finish him."

"Yes, Lord Ron."

Roy stepped forward, drew a blade, and stabbed it into the emaciated man's heart.

He pulled it out.

Blood sprayed.

The emaciated man's body convulsed violently before going completely still.

Shortly after, Ron returned to Heaven's Arena.

Without hesitation, he headed directly to AKA's base—the floor belonging to the last remaining core member of AKA.

An entire floor is owned by one person.

As the sole owner of this floor, the pale-faced youth had the advantage of designing the environment to suit his abilities. In this space, his strength would be at its peak—this floor was his battlefield.

Ron arrived at the door and rang the bell.

The pale-faced youth saw Ron's figure through the surveillance monitor, and his face darkened.

"Ron…"

Ron's presence here could only mean one thing: the other two core members of AKA were already dead.

"So confident, aren't you?"

"Coming directly to my floor?"

"Do you think you can kill me here?"

"And not provoke the Floor Master?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"You really believe your strength is leagues above mine, don't you?"

"But I'm not weak."

"Of the three core members of AKA, my strength is the greatest!"

The pale-faced youth snorted coldly.

"Since you've come this far, don't think about leaving."

He pressed a switch.

The door opened.

Ron stepped inside.

The pale-faced youth stood in the center of the floor, staring at Ron.

Ron met his gaze without hesitation.

"Since you've opened the door yourself, it seems you're prepared for a fight."

"But before we start, I have a few questions."

"I'm still nearly a year away from earning the right to challenge a Floor Master. Why are you so eager to attack me now? Do you think I'll inevitably choose to challenge one of you?"

"Have you not considered the possibility that someone else might take your Floor Master position before I do?"

The pale-faced youth remained silent.

Ron continued, "Are you really acting on such slim odds? Do you treat everyone like this?"

"Oh, and one more thing—I just remembered. Does Julianna's death have anything to do with you?"

The pale-faced youth's expression subtly shifted.

Ron narrowed his eyes.

"So it really does involve you?"

"Was it because of you that Julianna went to Taris?"

"What's your connection to Taris?"

Initially, Ron thought this was just an incident involving the Floor Master position. However, the slight change in the youth's expression when Julianna was mentioned made him realize it might not be that simple.

Yet their actions didn't seem to indicate they fully understood his true strength.

If they had known, they wouldn't have devised such a simple assassination plot.

This suggested that someone else might be behind them.

These individuals were likely just disposable pawns, not even privy to critical information.

Or perhaps, the ones behind them weren't aware of Ron's true strength either?

That seemed plausible.

After all, Ron had only fought twice: once against the giant fish monster and another time in the Colosseum against a severely injured Shusuke Ito. Few people had witnessed either battle.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the pale-faced youth said coldly. "We treat everyone the same. If we succeed, we gain something. If we fail, it doesn't hurt us much. This time, we were just unlucky to get caught by you."

Ron smirked.

"The more you explain, the more certain I am that my guess is correct."

"In that case, I can't let you die so easily."

"I'll extract every piece of information you have."

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