Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1581 - 1553: Is there any explanation from the barrage group?

Chapter 1581: Chapter 1553: Is there any explanation from the barrage group?

No one could have expected the competition to end this way!

Facing Kiara’s tearful roar, the man in the mask was utterly helpless, looking like a child waiting to be scolded for misbehavior in front of her. He did nothing but listen quietly, not daring to talk back. One might say he was afraid of Kiara, but it felt more like indulgence.

"You silly girl, since his presence brings you so much pain and is the source of your fear, why don’t you take the chance to end it once and for all? He would leave in peace, and you would be free from your troubles,"

"Can troubles be so easily severed? Can the bonds between people be cut off like that? You know better than I do that emotions aren’t market transactions, where I give you money in exchange for goods, and take it back whenever I want—it’s not like that! Emotions are a complex bond. They can bring us endless pain, but they can also bring us indescribable joy. Yes, he brings me fear, but have you ever thought about it—if I didn’t care so deeply about this bond, would I feel this fear?"

Fear signifies the desire not to lose something.

It’s the fear of losing something precious that evokes such emotions in Kiara. Her biggest problem now is her reluctance to let go of this precious filial love.

"As if he had never appeared..." The voice behind the mask choked up.

"How is that possible? Once appeared, it has happened, and that’s irreversible. Even if I could lock away a memory, it might resurface unexpectedly on any given day. Sometimes I ask myself why I value him so much. It’s because my longing for a father’s love has become a sickness, a desire born from deprivation in my childhood. Now that someone who meets all my expectations of a father has appeared, he may vanish like a gale, just like that. Can you imagine that pain? Yuzo Joel, I can accept the countdown of your life, but I won’t accept your disappearance without a goodbye! You are the best psychiatrist, and I will spend my life striving to surpass your achievements. We have so many talented people fighting alongside us, all looking forward to your future, all eager to beat Death God in this gamble, and yet you—you flee without a fight. You’re shameless, despicable, and utterly faceless!"

"I really didn’t run away... This is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding my Uncle’s!"

"Well, your Uncle is also your elder, isn’t he..."

This didn’t look like a competition anymore; had it turned into a daughter’s tantrum with her father? Well then, let’s just consider this outburst to be her throwing a fit.

As curious as the judges were, they were obliged to interrupt.

"Um, could you both pause a moment? We are quite puzzled here, who actually won this competition?"

According to the judges’ decision, it was clearly "Thomas Norris" who won, but it seemed like "Thomas Norris" was admitting defeat himself?

Such confusion was beyond baffling.

"You ask him, Old Man, do you dare to take off your mask and face me?"

"It’s come to this... I have no choice but to take it off."

Just as his opponent was about to remove it, Kiara changed her mind again, revealing a mischievous smile.

"Hold on, don’t take it off yet."

"Honey, what are you playing at now?" The kid was usually so steady; why was she being particularly mischievous at such a crucial moment? Always with those brilliant and unpredictable "surprises."

"Judge, who do you think won? Setting aside what I said and what he said about himself."

"Uh, of course it was him."

"And who is he?" Kiara asked deliberately.

"He is obviously JR’s Boss."

"Oh... Then according to the rules of our competition, if I lost, does the ’hostage’ locked in the house have to die no matter who it is?"

"Well—"

They hadn’t even finished answering yet. They actually meant to verify the identity first.

Kiara interrupted directly.

"It’s yes, right? Because the hostages on our end were handed over to a third party, meaning your betting institutions. If someone escapes while with you, you, and you, and all of you! You’re all dead!" Kiara said a string of ’you’s without naming names, but everyone understood that she was probably talking about the judges and staff of the betting institutions.

"This... right, no matter who’s in the house, they have to die."

The representative of the judges hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed Kiara’s lead.

Not that they had much choice. Kiara was ruthless, cutting off any opportunity they had to refuse. If they dared to say no, they would drag their entire organization down with them.

"Alright then, go ahead and kill. Let’s consider this round a draw, shall we? You rule that he wins, but he admits defeat himself, so it’s a draw, right? Old man, a draw?"

The man behind the mask across from her might have been laughing or helpless, but either way, his voice sounded utterly despondent.

"Right... we’re even."

This was probably the most bewildering draw in history; spectators were confused and clueless about what just happened. Somehow, they suddenly ended up at a draw.

"This draw... how do we count it?" The judges hadn’t anticipated this kind of play.

"The draw is simple. Aren’t there two hostages? Release JR’s hostage, and then kill our hostage in that little house."

Mrs. Kiara is just the worst.

Some got the gist of it, others didn’t.

The ones who understood, like Fox Cat, like Spencer Tatum, were chuckling to themselves, giving a mental thumbs up.

Although the junior sister was still learning and her expertise could yet reach another level, her skill in setting people up had reached its peak. Just for her awesome pit-digging technique, her senior brothers wanted to praise her a million times, a million times over!

Their worship of Mrs. Kiara could be summarized in one sentence.

You’re awesome, you’re the best!

The judges were baffled the whole time, not understanding what had happened. But since both players reached an agreement, it seemed there was no need for further discussion.

"We’ll do as you said."

"Good, now get on the line with JR immediately, have them release our hostage over there. Once that’s done, we can live broadcast the killing of the other hostage~ I can’t wait to see the show."

Kiara’s words made many people think she was horribly split-personality.

Just moments ago, she had been crying her eyes out, waxing emotional for Yuzo Joel; many were nearly moved to tears, not understanding how this master-disciple relationship turned into a father-daughter one, but that wasn’t important. What mattered was, it was damn touching.

And now, with tears barely dried, Kiara was gleefully urging on a killing, seriously...

Excuse me, wasn’t it you who just expressed such a heart-wrenching separation from Yuzo Joel?!

The audience watching the match was pretty much all thinking the same thing.

Is it her who’s crazy, or is it us? Why can’t anyone understand this showdown between experts?

Hey, is there a commentator who can explain what’s going on here?