Chapter 207: Death Sentence.

Next Morning.

*Creak*

A door to Ichiro's room was opened, and a middle-aged man with a pair of beautiful women entered the room.

The middle-aged man had a stoic-looking face with a stylish business suit and sunglasses covering his eyes.

Ichiro stood up from his bed.

''Kurogami Ichiro, we will leave in 5.'' The middle-aged man said without emotion— it was almost like the voice of a robot.

*Snap*

He snapped his fingers, and the two women appeared in front of Ichiro and started taking his shirt off.

''What is the meaning of this?'' Ichiro was about to send the beautiful women flying.

But then the middle-aged man said, ''You need to have a proper outfit on the arena. It mostly consists of your chest being bare and only wearing shorts.''

''Why?''