FVN Chapter 330: 208: The Mecha Stands Tall upon the Earth (Second Update)_2
Chapter 330: 208: The Mecha Stands Tall upon the Earth (Second Update)_2
Chapter 330: Chapter 208: The Mecha Stands Tall upon the Earth (Second Update)_2
“Really?”
Seeing Hoffman’s confidence, James felt even more irritable.
He realized the other party did not want him to contact Gao Tianyun, so he could only turn around and leave, without any intention of further interaction.
But behind him, Hoffman suddenly called out, “James.”
Turning his head, James asked with a frown, “What is it?”
“How many Druid Entertainment stocks do you have on hand?”
“You want them? One hundred thirty dollars a share, I’ll sell them all to you, five million can take them all.”
At the moment, Druid Entertainment’s stock price was stable at 92 dollars, and it was expected to reach around one hundred thirty after the competition ended.
Hoffman smiled and raised his hands, shaking them repeatedly, “No, no, no, By that, I mean you’d better sell them all, right now, immediately, at once.”
Turning his head, James frowned at Hoffman, feeling like he was looking at a madman.
“What stupid thing are you talking about?”
“I’m serious, no joking. Forget it, do as you see fit. But I must remind you, there’s an old Huaxia saying, ‘A grudge that lasts ten generations can still be avenged.'”
“What does that mean?”
“Find out for yourself.”
Watching the other person walk away, James cursed “Mr. Riddle” but felt even more unrest inside him.
There were twenty-four hours left until the competition.
The time was already eight o’clock in the evening, the contestants had arrived at the hotel, and they were starting to make pre-competition adjustments.
The security staff was in place, and seed players were forbidden from heavy drinking at this time.
Feeling persistently uneasy, he had his assistant help him inquire about what exactly the other party was up to. He then received news that shocked him.
“Spirit Vessel” was also holding a big competition!
And it was right across from them!
Knowing this, James felt the intelligence was absurd and preposterous.
I’m the responsible person!
Our competitors are right across, and nobody informed me?
Immediately contacting the CEO of Druid Entertainment, James had just finished reporting the news when he heard the response from the other side, “Keep it down when you pop the champagne, I’m on a call. Okay, James, I’m very busy, what is it?”
“‘Spirit Vessel’ is...”
“Its competition is right next to you guys, isn’t it? No problem, we know.”
It could also be that the company was about to be acquired, and he had lost the minimum sense of responsibility for the company, ultimately letting this happen.
Immediately opening the website, he finally began to read about the way the competition was conducted across.
Seeing that everyone could participate and simply getting through the preliminaries could earn them air tickets and rewards, he was so stunned by the scale that he was rendered speechless.
The other side wasn’t there to ride on the coattails of popularity.
They were there to strangle Druid Entertainment.
Thinking of Hoffman’s reminder, James took out his phone and began to google the meaning of the phrase “a vendetta of ten generations can still be avenged.”
After reading the explanation, he finally understood why the other side had come.
At that moment, he wanted to pull over Fang Cheng Studio and ask them one question:
“Spending so much money, exerting so much effort, is it really worth it for you guys!”
The costs were unimaginably high, and the game being free made the return on investment appear distant. The idea of doing all this just to seek revenge on Druid Entertainment seemed inconceivable to James, yet it filled him with tremendous fear.
“Madmen!”
Cursing under his breath, James started frantically calling his superiors, but couldn’t get through to a single one.
It was the crucial day of the competition, yet they had indulged in revelry the previous night and were probably still sound asleep, completely unaware of what was happening outside.
After making some urgent contacts, James despairingly realized that all his superiors were out of reach, making him the only superior left.
He thought about driving to look for them, but he had no idea where they were now, so he could only keep dialing desperately, hoping someone would give him some guidance.
Unfortunately, there were no miracles.
By eight o’clock in the evening, James was close to despair.
He could only pray that the other side didn’t have any particularly impressive performances, that everything on his side would perform normally, and that everything would settle down smoothly, allowing him to successfully stand through his last shift.
When eight o’clock struck on time, fireworks flew up, the brilliant pyrotechnics illuminating the night sky over the venue and eliciting a series of cheers from the audience within.
The players entered unimpeded, the competition system unfolded smoothly, and journalists from the media began snapping photos fervently; everything seemed orderly.
Just as James’s heart was beginning to settle a bit, he suddenly heard a scream, followed by someone shouting, “Look over there!”
Turning his head, James looked through the window at the scene across and his pupils shrank sharply, unable to stop his mouth from gaping open.
He saw a nightmare.
Majestic music sounded, and with the music, a multitude of drones appeared, stretching out large sheets of holographic film and suspending them above the plaza.
Then, laser beams were emitted, projecting the shadow of a mecha onto the holographic film.
In the night, the mechas, as tall as skyscrapers, appeared powerful and menacing, their movements of running realistically animated, making it feel as if one could even sense the tremor of the ground with each of their steps.
And when one mecha collided with another, everyone shook, their instinctive desire for power awakened at that moment; they screamed frenetically as they watched the mechas battle.
Mechas had appeared!