"Director Hasegawa, this is the relevant report, I'm here." In Hasegawa's Nakahei's office, a subordinate respectfully placed the report on his desk, and saw that the boss had no intention of explaining what work he wanted to do, and then stepped out.

There are now seven or eight reports piled up on Hasegawa's desk. Well, although many places have implemented paperless offices, in places like the Security Bureau, many things are mostly paper files for confidentiality. Even if there are electronic documents, many computers are not even connected to the internal LAN, let alone external networks.

So, here, the information is more transmitted on paper.

Hasegawa Nakahei picked up the first report sent, which was a report on the security situation in the Tokyo metropolitan area.

After all, this is the place where the martial soul competition is held. Among the tourists coming and going, many are either rich or noble, and there are also many strong martial arts enthusiasts, including professional bodyguards and even professional killers who are preparing to take advantage of the situation.

Although Japan is a country that does not allow private possession of guns, legal bodyguards still have gun permits. Now, the number of legal and illegal gun holders in Tokyo has increased significantly.

Even though Hasegawa Nakahei had already made plans, increased police force more than triple in some key areas, and coordinated with relevant departments to mobilize some troops into Tokyo and stationed at several nodes, various vicious cases are still more than usual. However, according to the data summarized below, the overall situation is still stable.

At least it is no worse than the security situation during the Martial Spirit Prison held in previous years.

Pick up another report.

"The Queen of England will be in the quarterfinals of 16 to watch the game."

Seeing this sentence, Hasegawa Nakahei felt even more unhappy. Although the Queen of England is no longer the center of British politics, as a national mascot, it is basically the same as the Japanese emperor's current status. Now the security work has to be increased again. Looking at the staff of his subordinates, it feels a bit stretched.

Another report.

‘So far, the net income of this round of gambling has been 370 billion yen.’ This is probably the only good news in the overwhelming work. The gambling income of this round of games is almost half of the total schedule of the Wuhun Sect in previous years. As long as the income from the subsequent schedule can be the same as in previous years, I will be considered to have completed the task.

However, can I add another contribution to my credit book? After all, this involves the political resources at the beginning of the campaign after I resigned.

I am in my forties, and I don’t have much time left for myself.

"Hey, Kobayashi? You can find some time to arrange it for me, and I want to meet your son-in-law."

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"Eat, eat, eat, eat, you're still eating!" In the private room of the rotating restaurant on the top floor of Kangtian Hotel, a blonde woman opened her teeth and claws toward Artoria VI, and reached out to grab her cheek.

"Ah! Sister, why are you here? Shouldn't you be the queen in China?" Artoria VI quickly slid around the table, as if gliding against the ground, turned half an arc around the table, avoided her sister's claws, and sat opposite her.

"Damn British tradition, I have to change a queen every ten or eight years. I want to play for a few more years, but I will become this haunted queen next year! It's all over now."

The blonde woman sat down dejectedly.

Colol Elizabeth didn't find anything strange if he didn't catch his sister. After all, he was the one who inherited the name of Artoria, so how could he be caught so easily?

She angrily picked up something that was probably some kind of fish steak and stuffed it into her mouth.

"I slipped out by taking the opportunity to cheer you on. Those etiquette teachers are simply devils. I am almost crazy. What era is it, and I still hold the same old style. Can you imagine it? It takes forty minutes to wear clothes every day, two hours to dress up, and one hour to remove makeup at night!"

"In addition, the etiquette class takes four hours at the end of the day, as well as history classes and international situation classes. I have to memorize more than five thousand words every day. Oh my God! I would rather go to the Lake of Silence to receive the trial, rather than suffer this kind of sin again!"

"I really envy you. I just eat all day long. Now when I'm at home, I'm pressed on a calculator to count calories when I'm calculating."

As he spoke, Colol almost burst into tears, and he quickly stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth to suppress his shock.

"But, my game hasn't started yet?"

"Nonsense, when your competition starts, my mother will come over, and those court servants are also here. My etiquette teacher is all among these court servants, so I'm just playing tricks!"

In front of my sister, Colol didn't look like a lady. If the paparazzi heard the British princess swearing, if she could record it, she would definitely make a fortune.

"I said, dear sister, you have been in Tokyo for a long time. Do you know where there is fun?" Colol Elizabeth asked the sister sitting opposite her in a low voice. She finally escaped the claws, so she naturally had to have fun while her mother had not arrived in Japan.

"Ah! I only know where there is delicious food!" The cute Artoria VI blinked her big eyes.

"Ahhhh, sooner or later you become a pig!"

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"Hello, Black Mask, you are attending the press conference wearing a black mask today. Does it mean you will also play in the game tomorrow?"

Although Yayoi Motoka was still sitting next to this pre-match press conference, the reporters flocked to him, which was a huge difference from the last time when no one cared about it.

Yagyu Moto, nodded silently. Before attending the press conference this time, experts from the Swordsman Association conducted emergency training for him. Since it is impossible to turn Yagyu Moto Motomotor into a eloquent person in a short period of time, then just keep your cool and just say nothing, nod and shake your head.

"Do you have any explanation for the different masks you wear when you play in the game?"

Yagyu Motohe was motionless.

"The black mask means you will show mercy?"

Yagyu Motohe nodded.

"The white mask means you will kill your opponent in the ring?"

Yagyu Motohe was motionless.

"The white mask means you will give your all?"

Yagyu Motoka nodded.

"How old are you this year? Are you still in school?"

No response.

"When will you take off your mask? Everyone is very curious about your appearance."

No response.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Yagyu Motoka nodded.

The reporters became excited and had no response for a long time. It seemed that this black mask was unwilling to answer those questions. He nodded when he mentioned his girlfriend. This was a breakthrough!

"Are you married?" Shaking your head.

"Are you going to get married?" nodded.

“When are you planning a wedding?” “In the year?” “Next year?” “The year after tomorrow?”

Still no response.

I asked a lot of questions about nutrition, and finally a reporter talked about tomorrow's game: "In the eighth district you are in, the winner of another game is Sukara Saint Gurukar of India (Gurukar is a master in India, the meaning of a mentor). Do you have anything to say to your opponent in the next game?"

"I admire Master Sukara very much!" After saying this, Yagyu Tomokazu fell into a state of silence again. A few days ago, Hiromi Takahashi, who is currently in a very active working state, has already obtained relevant information about the other two members of the group stage in the eighth Division.

Their battle videos are fine, but their level is just that. However, the life of Master Sukara, Yagyu Motoka was also quite shocked to see it, so today he came to the press conference wearing a black mask.

"So, which mask will you wear tomorrow?"

Yuki Motoka pointed at the black mask on his face and said nothing.

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On the other side of the press conference, Sukara sat in his position, looking at the reporters around him, with calm faces on her face. In the practice of Tenur Veda in India, controlling the mind is the first step in his practice, and he will not be angry because of being neglected.

However, there are still young reporters, and this is not the first time Sukara has participated in such an international martial arts competition.

Sukara is fifty-seven years old this year, and from the face, it seems that people believe that he is seventy-seven. On his almost brown-black face, deep wrinkles covered his cheeks and forehead. The word "Saint" in his title is not the so-called holy land in Europe, but comes from India's honorific title for the great people.

In this world, India's economic development is not very good, and Sukara comes from the poorest place in India - Vishul in the north of Kelala, which is also one of the birthplaces of Indian martial arts.

Sending experts to participate in various international martial arts competitions with high bonuses and obtain income is an important support method for Vishul to spend the disaster year. In the local area, Gurukar like Sukara is almost second only to gods.

This time, he came to Japan to participate in the Wuhun Jue. In order to save money, he didn't even bring any entourage. You should know that in Vishul, even in the road he walked, many people were competing to kiss the road.

Think about the skinny and skinny children in my hometown, and look at Japan, everyone can have a full meal. They hardly know what the disaster year is. A place like heaven, Sukara feels sad for her hometown. Maybe he can't change these things, but at least, he has to do his part.

Looking at this shabby, dressed, and even a bit ragged Indian master, as a reporter who once went to India to work, Tanaka Yoshio felt sincere admiration and admiration - the life of this master can almost be said to be a saint.

His income can clearly live a life of a place where the rich and poor are huge in India, but for his hometown, Master Sukara ran day and night, curing people during the day and teaching people at night.

Whenever there is a large-scale event like Wuhun Jue in the world where money can be made, Master Sukara always sacrifices his life to participate in the competition just to make more money in the competition and thus feed back to his hometown.

Since Vishul appeared as the master Sukara, few people have starved to death. This is an amazing achievement in India. Not to mention the poorest Vishul, even the richest capital New Delhi, there are people who starve to death in the slums.

What's more, in recent years, Vishul's economy has improved. As a remote countryside with neither resources nor much farmland, its pillar industry is to export various Indian martial arts, yoga instructors, such as Tenur Veda and Yeroveda. These are the result of decades of continuous efforts by Master Sukara.

"Master Sukara, what do you think of the opponent you will meet tomorrow, the Ice Mask?"

Sukara thought about it before slowly speaking: "He is very strong, very strong, I should not be his opponent."

Sukara is usually able to save money. If he had not been a contestant, he had free hotels and three meals, and according to his wishes, he could have gone to the street corner to get a few newspapers to deal with. Anyway, when he was in his hometown of India, he had also experienced the practice of ascetic monks, and this difficulty was not in his eyes.

What he is obsessed with now is that the drought in his hometown is severe this year. As long as he can earn more money and buy enough food to go back, he really doesn't care how heavy his life is.

However, no matter how poor Sukara still spent money to on-demand videos of the match between Ice Mask and Angel Ruiz in the hotel. After all, this is an opponent involved in his next game. It is not an exaggeration to be careful in such a ring.

After watching the game video, Sukara felt a little cold.

Angel couldn't see through his sword skills. Angel died in the ring, what about him?

I have won one game. Among the four players in this group, the dead Angel naturally doesn't need to mention it. He defeated John Craun from America. I believe this player can defeat the Ice Mask and his chances of turning over and advancing are about zero.

Sixteen of the top 32 will advance, and two of them will advance in each four-person group.

As long as I don’t die in the ring tomorrow, I can enter the top 16. In this way, whether it is the bonus income or the share income of the broadcasting rights, it will increase a lot. The family members and fellow villagers in my hometown are waiting for money to save their lives, so I can’t give up.

"Have you noticed that today the man wearing a black mask attended the press conference. He used to have a title called "Black Mask of No Killing". Maybe this means that he will step onto the ring tomorrow with a black mask."

"Don't Kill Black Mask? Does he have such a nickname?" Master Sukara asked in surprise.

Although he doesn't think much of his life is important, it is best to survive tomorrow's game, enter the quarterfinals and earn more money. After all, for him, every penny represents a little hope in his hometown.

This is the best news he heard today.
To be continued...