Chapter 106: Nash Gold
Jason Silver kept those thoughts to himself. Outwardly, he maintained a respectful expression as he spoke.
“Mr. Tokima, your Animal Instinct is far too powerful. I really am no match for you.”
After saying that, Jason Silver lowered his head and conceded defeat.
The moment Jason Silver mentioned Animal Instinct, Miyamoto Tokima immediately understood.
It must have been because he had suddenly gotten serious, causing Jason Silver to subconsciously perceive his Animal Instinct. Judging from the audience’s reaction, Miyamoto Tokima realized they must have seen it as well.
That sparked his interest.
If Jason Silver admitted that his Animal Instinct was overwhelming, then that meant it completely crushed a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
In other words—his Animal Instinct dominated a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
“Can you tell me what my Animal Instinct actually is?”
Jason Silver froze, complaining inwardly.
‘Seriously… you don’t even know your own Animal Instinct?’
Still, he answered honestly.
“A black dragon. A gigantic black dragon.”
Hearing that, Miyamoto Tokima was stunned.
A dragon—an existence from legend.
No wonder it could suppress Jason Silver’s Tyrannosaurus Rex. If a Tyrannosaurus Rex could be considered one of the world’s most ferocious beasts, then a dragon stood at the very top.
No… it couldn’t even be called a beast anymore.
It was a divine beast.
And if it was a divine beast, then Miyamoto Tokima’s Animal Instinct probably deserved a new name.
Divinity.
Only after the excitement faded did Miyamoto Tokima remember the matter at hand.
“Alright. Since you’ve admitted defeat, it’s time to fulfill our agreement.”
Jason Silver swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and waited for Miyamoto Tokima’s demand.
Miyamoto Tokima patted him on the shoulder.
“Follow me.”
Jason Silver’s eyes flew open, completely stunned.
“Huh? What?”
Miyamoto Tokima explained calmly, “I’m planning to form a basketball team—to compete in the streetball scene in the United States. Who knows, we might even enter the professional league someday. You’re my first pick.”
Jason Silver was still dazed. Just as he was about to speak, Miyamoto Tokima cut him off.
“I don’t want to hear anything unnecessary. This is a requirement, not a negotiation. Someone will contact you later to handle the details. Just wait.”
With that, Miyamoto Tokima turned around and left, taking Satsuki Momoi with him.
As they departed, the Miyamoto Family security team turned and followed.
Only a group of stunned spectators and a dazed Jason Silver were left behind.
...
After wandering around for a while, Miyamoto Tokima and Satsuki Momoi both felt a bit tired and got into the car to head home.
On the way, Satsuki Momoi asked curiously,
“Tokima, why did you suddenly decide to start a basketball team?”
Miyamoto Tokima turned his head, took her hand, and replied,
“Just on a whim. You’ve got to find something interesting to do in the future.”
In truth, Miyamoto Tokima hadn’t planned to form a team at first. It was only after seeing Jason Silver on the street court today that the idea suddenly came to him—to create a team and give himself something entertaining to do.
“Mr. Hayashi, help me investigate someone.”
The driver, Mr. Hayashi, a butler of the Miyamoto Family, immediately replied,
“Mr. Tokima, who would you like me to look into?”
“Nash Gold.”
...
“This is the place Mr. Hayashi mentioned?”
Miyamoto Tokima looked up at the high-rise in front of him and asked.
Satsuki Momoi checked the information on her phone and nodded.
“Yes, this is it. Mr. Iroshi has already made the arrangements. We just need to go upstairs.”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded and led Satsuki Momoi into the building.
Nash Gold turned out to be the son of a high-ranking executive who wanted to cooperate with the Miyamoto Family—essentially a second-generation rich kid.
(There wasn’t any real information available, so this was set up purely for plot purposes.)
Miyamoto Tokima reached the top floor without obstruction and entered the prepared room.
As soon as he pushed open the door, Nash’s father stood up at once and approached him with a smile.
“Mr. Tokima, you’re here?”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded, his gaze shifting to Nash Gold, who had his legs propped up on the table, his face full of defiance.
Seeing this, Nash’s father immediately exploded.
“What are you doing?! Mr. Tokima came specifically to see you! Is this your attitude?!”
Nash Gold spat to the side, his face full of disdain.
“I don’t even know him. You dragged me here in such a panic just so I could meet this brat?”
Nash’s father was instantly furious.
“What brat?! This is the heir of the Miyamoto Family!”
Nash Gold stood up and roared back,
“You’re scared of the Miyamoto Family! I’m not!”
Nash’s father was so angry he was about to grab a stool to beat him, but Miyamoto Tokima stopped him.
“Please step outside. I’d like to talk to him alone.”
Nash’s father forced an awkward smile.
“I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you, Mr. Tokima. Go ahead, talk. Talk.”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded with a faint smile.
After Nash’s father left, Nash Gold scoffed dismissively, sat back down, and once again propped his feet on the table.
“So? Say it, kid. Why are you looking for me?”
Feeling Nash Gold’s attitude, Miyamoto Tokima muttered softly,
“Just as I thought. I really don’t like you.”
The moment he finished speaking, Miyamoto Tokima rushed forward and kicked Nash Gold straight out.
Satsuki Momoi covered her mouth in shock and hurriedly called the Miyamoto Family security downstairs.
After being caught off guard, Nash Gold stood up in fury.
“You bastard!”
He then charged forward, engaging Miyamoto Tokima in a brawl.
After all, Miyamoto Tokima had been a professional boxer in his previous life. Dealing with an amateur like Nash Gold was effortless.
He dodged while throwing punches, each strike landing precisely on Nash Gold’s face.
Miyamoto Tokima deliberately controlled his strength—he didn’t knock Nash Gold unconscious, but he made sure the beating was anything but pleasant.
Nash Gold was utterly miserable. He couldn’t hit Miyamoto Tokima, couldn’t dodge his attacks, and could only endure the blows passively.
Finally, after taking more than a dozen punches, a large group of people burst into the conference room.
Nash Gold froze when he saw them.
Every one of them was fully armed, assault rifles in hand—like a genuine special forces unit.
Nash Gold had never seen anything like this before and stood there in shock.
The group looked at Miyamoto Tokima, then at Nash Gold, whose face was bruised and bleeding, and collectively let out a sigh of relief.
The man at the front saluted Miyamoto Tokima sharply.
“Mr. Tokima! We’re late!”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded calmly.
“It’s fine. Whether you came or not didn’t matter. He’s no match for me.”
The leader shook his head seriously.
“No. We’re responsible for Mr. Tokima’s safety. If he had used his face to attack your fist, we would’ve been reprimanded.”
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