Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 255: Resignation

Ti rewinds to three hours ago.

Kamikoshi Kagemasa stared at the closed office door, a faint smile curling at his lips.

He knew that what Koizumi had just said wasn’t without reason.

As a designer, Gu Sheng’s standing and seniority within the industry might be sowhat lacking.

But when it ca to fa, it could be said that no one in the world surpassed him.

That was right.

Ever since China Digital Entertainnt Association and Yiyou built him up as a "Supernova," pushing him from behind the scenes to center stage, Gu Sheng’s fa had remained sky-high, spreading mouth to mouth among players, effectively becoming a hallmark of Golden Wind.

Koizumi’s influence couldn’t compare to Gu Sheng’s.

Kamikoshi knew this very well.

Even if Koizumi really showed up at the expo, it probably wouldn’t have much impact.

Therefore.

If they wanted to bring down Golden Wind’s heat,

there was no other way.

They just had to find a way to sar them, preferably push Gu Sheng out.

Or stir up public opinion, claiming Golden Wind’s latest work was deliberately engaging in cultural export, infiltrating Neon’s local culture under the guise of the Sengoku background.

Or be more blunt, directly collaborate with nearby booths, hire plants to stir trouble on-site, waving the banner of "The gaming expo is not a fashion show," telling Gu Sheng to stop showing his face and selling gas.

In short, the goal was clear—

to sneak in quietly, shoot without firing, and use underhanded tactics to drag down the overwhelmingly positive reputation Golden Wind currently enjoyed, just like what they did with Garden Warfare before.

This was Kamikoshi Kagemasa’s plan.

However!

He did not know that after leaving his office, Koizumi was hatching an additional plan.

The president instructed to push Gu Sheng out...

Hmm.

But now, the gaming expo was already on its second day.

Even if they pushed Gu Sheng out now and sent him back to China, Golden Wind’s booth would still remain, and its heat would continue.

Kora, no matter how hard they tried, probably could only catch up on the last day when the expo closed.

Rather than that...

Why not find a way to directly take down the Golden Wind booth?

Wouldn’t that be a once-and-for-all solution?

Taking down Golden Wind’s booth wasn’t difficult at all.

After all, this was Neon, and Kora was the largest ga company here, holding significant influence with the expo organizers.

If they just found an excuse to create trouble for Golden Wind,

for example, send people to "experience" the motion-sensing pods, then pretend to be sick and lie down right in their demo area after stepping out,

claiming that their newly upgraded "Motion Assistance Technology" was still imperfect, causing nausea, vomiting, and even mild fainting episodes.

That way, the organizers would have reason to imdiately shut down Golden Wind’s booth.

And not only that, this commotion could even drag Sekiro into a safety scandal, casting a shadow on the ga’s reputation.

Although!

Golden Wind would certainly prove through various channels that their ga had no issues, and the truth would co out.

But by then, the expo would already be over, and negative speculation and public opinion about Sekiro would have already affected their sales to so extent.

It was a perfect two-birds-one-stone plan.

This was Koizumi Kazuo’s idea.

...

"And then... then Mr. Yamamura found ..."

At this mont, after a brief commotion,

Moriya Tetsuya’s tily intervention quickly cald the situation.

Order was restored on-site, players and visitors resud their normal tours, unaffected in their enthusiasm by the earlier incident.

anwhile, Green Hair and his delinquent friends were standing backstage at Kora, trembling like little chicks before Moriya.

Gu Sheng sipped his tea beside them, secretly grinning as he glanced at Moriya, whose expression was as dark as water.

He still rembered that was last year, his first ti in Neon, participating in the PT project, and Moriya was the one who ca to pick him up at the station.

That guy... all dressed in black suits, white shirts, and small ties.

Moriya’s aura was extraordinary, and his subordinates all wore white gloves and stood with their hands behind their backs.

At the ti, Gu Sheng suspected Moriya had so connections with groups like the Yamaguchi-gumi, and rumors said Moriya might have so yakuza background.

And today!

That thought was basically confird.

Those two big guys fighting had the fierce montum of the Korean movie "Veteran," and judging by the reactions of Green Hair and his friends, there was no doubt Moriya was a formidable figure in the Kansai area, soone ordinary people wouldn’t dare provoke.

"Mr. Yamamura told ..."

Green Hair stamred nervously:

"He said to find a way to cause so trouble at the GW (Golden Wind abbreviation) booth, preferably to force... force Mr. Sam out,"

"I was thinking... thinking it would be once and for all,"

"If we could injure Mr. Sam, then he would... cough... have to withdraw from the expo..."

Slap!!!

Before he finished,

Moriya smashed his teacup onto the floor!

It shattered into pieces at Green Hair’s feet with a crash!

Green Hair imdiately knelt down, repeatedly bowing his head and apologizing: "Shimi Masai! Shimi Masai Moriya senior! Shimi Masai Mr. Sam! Shimi Masai—!!!"

"Uh... no need to... no need to..."

Gu Sheng didn’t quite understand the yakuza customs here in Neon.

As a young man of the new era who always respected law and order, he found the act of kneeling and apologizing a bit hard to accept.

It felt like "There were too many people outside just now, so I kneel to you."

Green Hair shrank back; Gu Sheng was awkward, but Moriya was about to blow a fuse!!!

Who was Yamamura?

He was Koizumi Kazuo’s assistant!

That ant this on-site provocation was personally ordered by Koizumi!

Moriya’s blood pressure nearly burst his veins!

Taking a deep breath,

he forced himself to calm down, then turned to Gu Sheng with a very apologetic expression:

"Mr. Gu, I need to return to headquarters to handle so matters now. I will call you later. I earnestly ask you... not to spread this incident to the public for the ti being."

With that,

Moriya stood up and bowed to Gu Sheng: "I humbly request this in my personal capacity."

"Ah—Mr. Moriya,"

Gu Sheng hurriedly stood and helped Moriya up, smiling:

"It was just a small incident, and if you hadn’t stepped in, I might really have had to go back to China."

Gu Sheng had never heard the na "Yamamura."

But judging from his mind, he could guess that Yamamura was definitely soone from inside Kora.

And Moriya’s "not to spread this for the ti being" ant he asked Gu Sheng not to disclose the internal details of this incident to outsiders for now.

Later, he would definitely give Gu Sheng a satisfactory reply.

If it were soone else, Gu Sheng would have just laughed it off and refused on the spot.

No way!

If this thing got exposed, it wouldn’t be Golden Wind that got kicked out, it would be Kora!

But,

for Moriya’s sake, Gu Sheng was willing to give face.

"I’ll wait for your call,"

he said, patting Moriya’s arm:

"Calm down."

...

Calm down?

Not even a little!!!

Creak—!

In the blink of an eye, a silver-gray Lexus screeched to a halt under the Kora building.

Moriya didn’t even turn off the engine, pushing the door open and rushing straight into the building.

Ding!

As the elevator arrived, Moriya strode out with eyes almost shooting flas!

While walking, he unbuttoned his cuffs and loosened his tie!

"Is Koizumi Kazuo here?"

Passing the reception, Moriya threw his suit jacket to the hurried receptionist following him.

The receptionist, seeing Moriya’s fierce look as if he was about to eat soone, dared not say much: "Uh... Director Koizumi should be reporting in the president’s office..."

"Okay," Moriya nodded, taking off his watch and tossing it to the receptionist, rolling up his sleeves to reveal strong muscular forearms, saying: "Put in the office. No matter what noise cos from the president’s office later, no one is allowed to enter."

"Uh... uh..." The receptionist nodded stiffly, clearly a bit scared: "O-okay..."

With that,

Moriya arrived at Kamikoshi Kagemasa’s office door.

He didn’t knock.

Bang!

He pushed the door open directly!

At this mont, inside the office, Koizumi Kazuo was sitting opposite Kamikoshi, apparently reporting work, a hint of smugness on his face.

Moriya’s sudden intrusion clearly caught both off guard.

Kamikoshi frowned slightly: "Executive Director Moriya..."

Before he finished,

"I fucking hate you! You bastard!"

Moriya didn’t even glance at Kamikoshi, instead aiming a flying kick at Koizumi sitting in the chair!

Bang!

Koizumi was caught off guard, never expecting an executive director to hit him, flying backward with a crash, then a scream: "Moriya! Moriya, you’re crazy?! Why..."

But before he could finish,

Moriya took two quick steps, grabbed a chair, and swung it at him!

Wham—bang!

Moriya was not even forty yet.

In his mory, it had been nearly twenty years since he’d been this furious!

"You fucking idiot! Moron! Dumb pig!!!"

Moriya cursed loudly, beating Koizumi until he rolled on the floor, covering his head, wailing and dodging:

"You hired people to smash Golden Wind’s booth? Huh? And you wanted to injure Gu Sheng?"

"Do you think that’s how you can push Gu Sheng away? Shut down Golden Wind’s booth?"

"Are you fucking stupid?"

Bang! Bang!

Moriya was truly furious, kicking Koizumi like a football, making him scream repeatedly!

While cursing, he grabbed Koizumi’s hair and lifted him up, bloodshot eyes blazing:

"Do you know who he is? Huh? I ask you, do you fucking know who he is?"

"I’ll tell you, he’s Golden Wind’s director, Golden Wind’s vice president, the single most terrifying profit-doubling contributor under Shen Capital for the year, and the designer appointed by China’s largest ga entertainnt group, China Digital Entertainnt Association! He’s an officially recognized philanthropist and a rising entrepreneur in China!!!"

"You’re in Neon! At the gaming expo! In front of the global dia and reporters!"

"You hired thugs to beat him? Huh?!"

With that,

Wham—thud!!!

Moriya’s fist the size of a sandbag landed on Koizumi’s stomach, making him curl up like a boiled shrimp!

Thud! Thud!

"You fucking! You fucking!"

Two punches nearly knocked Koizumi unconscious.

But imdiately, a big slap across his face woke him up!

Moriya gritted his teeth!

His hair nearly stood on end!

"If I hadn’t been there today,"

"If I wasn’t there and the situation escalated, and your hired bastards seriously injured Gu Sheng,"

"Do you know what kind of disaster that would be? Huh? You fucking dog bastard, do you know what the hell this is?!"

Slap! Slap!

Two loud slaps!

Moriya’s furious voice echoed throughout the office!

"This is a diplomatic incident!"

"A serious diplomatic incident!"

"It’s us! It’s Kora! Hiring thugs to assault an internationally renowned rising entrepreneur from China! You idiot!"

"Then! You! ! The president! Even all of Kora! Will be severely and possibly fatally affected!!!"

In an instant!

The entire office fell into deadly silence!

Only Moriya’s angry heavy breathing and Koizumi’s painful sobbing remained.

Beside them,

Kamikoshi was stunned!

Because just now, he was about to listen to Koizumi report on the plan to "push Golden Wind out."

And now,

Moriya’s furious tirade indirectly served as that report.

Kamikoshi originally wanted to scold Moriya to calm down.

But now,

If he weren’t nearly seventy years old, he might have grabbed a stool and beaten Koizumi himself!

The office was silent for a full ten minutes!

With an ambulance taking Koizumi Kazuo to the hospital,

only Kamikoshi and Moriya remained in Kora’s office.

The two sat facing each other in silence.

After a long mont!

Moriya took a deep breath:

"...President, I want to resign from all promotional leadership duties for this gaming expo project."

He was throwing in the towel.

Moriya was tired.

ntally exhausted.

Back in the Silent Hill project, he had proposed an early withdrawal, not to be led by Golden Wind’s nose.

They ignored him, and they got smashed.

Now, in the Torii project, he had fought hard in the early stages and proposed holding firm at the last mont.

Again, they ignored him, resulting in the fall of Higashitsu and Sekiro and Torii presenting a stalemate in promotion.

If he hadn’t been there today,

an unprecedented "assault on a foreign entrepreneur" major diplomatic incident would have happened.

They couldn’t win, really couldn’t.

The enemy was too strong.

On the other hand, the frequent ddling from higher-ups made it impossible for him to lead.

Hearing this,

a flicker of unusual light appeared in Kamikoshi’s eyes.

Then, gathering his thoughts, he looked at Moriya: "Alright... but before that, shouldn’t we deal with the public opinion impact caused by this incident?"

"Yes,"

Moriya nodded:

"I will handle the communication with Mr. Gu on this matter."

After saying that,

Kamikoshi nodded and gestured for Moriya to handle it as he saw fit.

Click.

The office door closed.

Kamikoshi slumped in his boss chair, a breath of despair emanating from him.

Clearly,

although the gaming expo had not ended yet, and there was still ti before their real sales battle with Golden Wind,

it was not hard to see from the current situation—

their situation was once again precarious.

Scenes flashed through Kamikoshi’s mind.

Moriya and Gu Sheng’s friendly negotiations during the PT period...

Moriya’s open show of weakness in the Silent Hill etings...

The failure under Moriya’s command during Sekiro’s promotion...

And now his voluntary request to negotiate peace with Gu Sheng...

After a long while!

Suddenly,

Kamikoshi’s eyes snapped open!

He grabbed the phone and dialed a number:

"Hello? Is this the Nohara Detective Agency..."