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 dors 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 dors, and it was expected to reach around one hundred thirty after thepetition 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.<div>


    “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 thatsts 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 thepetition.


    The time was already eight o’clock in the evening, the contestants had arrived at the hotel, and they were starting to make prepetition adjustments.


    The security staff was in ce, and seed yers 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 bigpetition!


    And it was right across from them!


    Knowing this, James felt the intelligence was absurd and preposterous.


    I’m the responsible person!


    Ourpetitors 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…”


    “Itspetition is right next to you guys, isn’t it? No problem, we know.”


    “Then why didn’t you tell me!”


    “Keep it down. You’re very uposed.”<div>


    “How can you expect me to remainposed!”


    “It’s fine. It’s just a small Huaxia gamingpany, relying on their reasonably sessful game, so they strut around over here. Though I haven’t yed their game, it’s probably just some outdated stuff.”


    “But it looks like they also have a mecha-type game!”


    “Oh, they must be leeching off the hype then, probably just a casual event, and when they go back home, they’ll say they co-hosted somepetition with us or something to inte their own value. Keep an eye on their statements and send a cease and desist if necessary, then have them pay for an out-of-court settlement. That’s it, I have an emergency to deal with. I’m off.”<div>


    “Hello… Hello!”


    Listening to the busy signal on the phone, James angrily hung up, feeling the executives at Druid Entertainment were utterly unreliable.


    Perhaps because they were about to sell themselves for a good price, they were all very arrogant and couldn’t see anything else.


    Through the window, he saw that the lights were still on across the street, and the employees of Kirin Industry were still diligently conducting some experiments.


    Compared to his side’s workers who were cking off, he felt that those across from him were exceptionally diligent.


    But after hearing that the workers over there received ten times the usual sry for both business trips and overtime, he thought they deserved to be that diligent.


    He would be too if he were in their ce.


    Moreover, they were not working inside the venue but on therge square outside the venue, a move that made James suspect they were definitely working on some secret weapon.


    He wanted to ignore this, but his instincts wouldn’t allow it.


    But what could he do?


    In the end, he could only sit in a good spot, staring at the construction across from him, his mind filled with endless thoughts, struggling through the sleepless night.


    There were only eight hours left until thepetition began.


    The personnel were all ready, the opening ceremony had been rehearsed, the equipment in the venue was adjusted without issues, and various emergency ns were in ce.<div>


    The gaming media staff had been properly taken care of, and would turn a blind eye even if problems arose.


    With his rich experience in publicity, he knew how to deal with these people at this time.


    Even though everything was fully prepared, he still felt nervous, a feeling he had never experienced before.


    His instincts were screaming, his subconscious telling him something bad was happening. He kept watching the people across from him, even recalling Hoffman’s reminder over and over, almost to the point of selling his shares.


    Whenever he had time, he would observe the performance across and soon discovered some contestants were entering the venue.


    Quietly counting the numbers, he was shocked to find that there were more people opposite than on his side.


    The venue across wasrger and could amodate more people, so if the other side was only looking to ride on poprity, they shouldn’t have rented such a big ce and invited so many contestants.


    Suddenly, he realized a problem.


    He knew thepetition across was for “Spirit Vessel,” and he had notified his superiors, but he had not even confirmed the content and form of the opponent’spetition!


    This was an immeasurable mistake and an oversight that could not be ignored, making him realize he had been infected by hispany leadership’s arrogance and be conceited.


    It could also be that thepany was about to be acquired, and he had lost the minimum sense of responsibility for thepany, ultimately letting this happen.


    Immediately opening the website, he finally began to read about the way thepetition 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.<div>


    The other side wasn’t there to ride on the coattails of poprity.


    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 exnation, he finally understood why the other side hade.


    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 thepetition, yet they had indulged in revelry the previous night and were probably still sound asleep,pletely 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.<div>


    By eight o’clock in the evening, James was close to despair.


    He could only pray that the other side didn’t have any particrly impressive performances, that everything on his side would perform normally, and that everything would settle down smoothly, allowing him to sessfully stand through hisst 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 yers entered unimpeded, thepetition 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 outrge sheets of holographic film and suspending them above the za.


    Then,ser 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.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    And when one mecha collided with another, everyone shook, their instinctive desire for power awakened at that moment; they screamed frically as they watched the mechas battle.


    Mechas had appeared!