A spy for the Gourmet Corp.
Fuyuki Numajima couldn't possibly wear that hat.
If it were confirmed, the one sent to the Gourmet Prison wouldn't be Hong Yi, but him.
“President, I'm sorry.”
The members of the Disciplinary Committee slowly moved, encircling Fuyuki Numajima.
“!?”
Fuyuki Numajima was dumbfounded.
No.
You guys know I'm the president of the Disciplinary Committee, how could you turn your spears on your own people?
Fuyuki Numajima immediately realized that the Disciplinary Committee members didn't want to be implicated.
The faster the spear turns, the clearer the relationship!
Fuyuki Numajima laughed angrily: “Good, good, good, Hong Yi, you really have sharp teeth and claws. I brought the Disciplinary Committee members to arrest you, but you were able to incite them with just a few words and use them against me.”
“After all, where’s the evidence?”
“No evidence, just your words, empty talk, fabricating facts, turning right into wrong?!”
“Just because you say this bird-like machine is a Gourmet Corp. robot, does that make it a Gourmet Corp. robot?!”
Fuyuki Numajima argued.
He straightened the knitted hat on his head, a confident smile appearing on his lips.
Fuyuki Numajima was confident that Hong Yi couldn't produce any evidence.
“It is indeed a GT robot of the Gourmet Corp.!”
At this time.
A rough and cheerful voice came from the back of the crowd.
The students of Totsuki separated a path for the speaker to pass through.
There were three people.
The one in the middle was a tall and muscular, burly middle-aged man wearing a green camouflage vest, with a shaved head embedded with shiny nuts and a cheerful smile on his face.
IGO Development Bureau Director and Head of the Gourmet Institute—Mansam!
On the left was the Totsuki Headmaster, Senzaemon Nakiri, wearing a kimono and with his hands tucked into his sleeves.
On the right, half a step behind, was a beautiful girl with flowing golden hair.
“Mansam.”
Hong Yi and the others looked over.
“What? You guys call me handsome!”
Mansam raised his big hand and scratched the back of his head.
“……”
Everyone was speechless.
Mansam walked through the crowd and came before Fuyuki Numajima.
Fuyuki Numajima was already considered tall, but in front of the muscular Mansam, he looked small like a woman.
The strong smell of alcohol emanating from Mansam, and the overwhelming aura like a mountain, pressed down on Fuyuki Numajima, forcing him to take a few steps back, his face pale.
Mansam didn't make things difficult for Fuyuki Numajima. Instead, he bent down and picked up the GT robot's metal bird head from the ground. He examined it for a while, rubbed his chin, and nodded: “It is indeed a GT robot of the Gourmet Corp.”
“Not long ago, the Gourmet Corp. dispatched a GT robot to wreak havoc in the Eighth Nature Garden, killing many rare ingredients, attempting to capture the Rainbow Fruit that our IGO successfully artificially cultivated, and causing a mess in the Eighth Nature Garden, causing the IGO hundreds of billions in losses.”
“Unexpectedly, these stinky bugs, like dog-skin plasters, stuck to Totsuki Academy!”
Mansam said, his big hand clenched into a fist, and with a “crrck,” he actually crushed the GT robot's metal bird head. Electric sparks “sizzled” for a moment.
“What?”
“This robot… really… is it really something from the Gourmet Corp.?”
“And the Gourmet Corp.'s purpose, is actually to capture the Rainbow Fruit!”
This time, Fuyuki Numajima's face turned completely white, and his burly body swayed.
Mansam's words were like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake, setting off a thousand waves.
“I was wondering why Etsuya Ryosui, a dignified tenth seat, would be willing to have a cooking duel with a newbie.”
“It turns out he has been bought by the Gourmet Corp. and become a traitor!”
“What a disgrace, how could such a person become a tenth seat?”
“Hong Yi did well, Etsuya Ryosui deserves to die!”
In the crowd, the voices condemning Etsuya Ryosui rose and fell.
Those who were Etsuya Ryosui's lackeys were so scared that their foreheads were dripping with cold sweat. They were tiptoeing and trying to sneak away, but they were blocked by the Disciplinary Committee members.
None of them could escape!
Except for the Totsuki students, the tenth seats were also stunned.
They had originally thought that Hong Yi would surely die this time.
But the result.
A stunning reversal!
Momo Akizuki squeezed next to Erina Nakiri and held up her toy bear to block their faces, asking in a low voice: “That… Erina, did you do all of this?”
Erina Nakiri: “??”
What did I do?
I just brought my grandpa in as backup.
Nothing else.
Erina Nakiri glanced at Senzaemon Nakiri.
The Food Demon King was also dumbfounded.
He originally thought Hong Yi was a fine piece of jade, but it was easy to break when it was too rigid, so he entrusted this matter to the Totsuki tenth seats.
But the result…
How did it turn out that he had been磨着磨着 and the person was磨 gone?
Not only was Hong Yi fine, but he was also full of momentum, and Etsuya Ryosui, the tenth seat, not only died but almost became a drop of rat droppings that spoiled the whole pot of porridge.
“Director, Headmaster, maybe Etsuya Ryosui was just being used and wasn't really a spy for the Gourmet Corp.?”
“We can't just assume that Etsuya Ryosui is a traitor based on one GT robot, can we?”
Fuyuki Numajima made a final struggle.
Sōmei Saitō, who had his eyes closed, nodded in agreement, saying: “If he was a spy for the Gourmet Corp., no matter how stupid Etsuya Ryosui was, he wouldn't use a GT robot in front of everyone.”
At this moment, they were saving themselves.
Etsuya Ryosui was dead, so be it.
But Fuyuki Numajima and Sōmei Saitō didn't want to get their pants legs covered in mud because of Etsuya Ryosui.
Hong Yi didn't panic when he heard this.
Whether or not Etsuya Ryosui was actually a spy for the Gourmet Corp. was a big question mark.
But that didn't matter.
Hong Yi sneered: “Even if, for the sake of argument, Etsuya Ryosui wasn't a spy for the Gourmet Corp., he still wanted to kill me while violating the rules of the cooking duel. Can't I defend myself?”
The picture on the giant TV screen started to rewind.
“沙沙沙…”
In the picture.
Etsuya Ryosui, with his slicked-back hair, was extremely arrogant and excited, saying: “This is called cooking fate, do you understand? Remember to pray to the Gourmet Shrine next life!”
Nene Kinokuni adjusted the video progress bar, replaying this scene.
“Remember to pray to the Gourmet Shrine next life!”
“Remember to pray to the Gourmet Shrine next life!”
Every time he repeated it, Fuyuki Numajima's face grew uglier.
“This… we can't just assume he wanted to kill you because of a single sentence, can we?”
Hong Yi sarcastically asked back: “What, does Etsuya Ryosui’s knife have to be on my neck for me to fight back?!”
“Considering the situation at the time, do you think Etsuya Ryosui's words were a joke to me?!”
“If it were you, with your energy depleted, your muscles severely strained, and you unable to protect yourself, what would you do, what could you do?”
“轰——”
Fuyuki Numajima's mind was like thunder rolling across a flat plain, exploding with a roar.
Impeccable!
He couldn't refute it at all!