If only one person's scandals were exposed, at most, that person would be ruined.
But unfortunately, this person exposed many teammates and athletes from other leagues together.
The actions of these players varied in scale.
So were so egregious that the public would be furious enough to drown them in saliva, while others were relatively minor, such as group fights.
This wasn't the key issue; the key was that the behavior of these athletes imdiately made the entire baseball league a target.
On the day the scandal broke out, the owner of the luxury apartnt where Sato lived almost imdiately ordered him to leave.
Even if it ant breaching the contract, they would never let Sato stay here another day.
Because it was simply shaful.
The residents of this luxury apartnt were mostly from the upper-middle class.
Their overall quality was high, and each one cherished their reputation.
If a scandalous person lived in their building, they would absolutely not accept it.
And when Sato was just being kicked out of the apartnt, he was still sowhat bewildered.
He took out his phone intending to call his agent.
"Sato, don't do anything now. Find a place to hide where no one can find you imdiately. Make sure no one can find you! Otherwise, you're done for! And don't contact anymore. I can't save you because you've angered the entire league."
"Wait, Mr. Kuroyama, I didn't do those things. Those things were done by my computer. My computer suddenly started moving on its own and then released a bunch of data. I haven't even seen those things myself, so how could I release them?"
"It's no use arguing now. I'm just giving you my final advice. Alright, our relationship ends here. This is my unilateral termination of our contract, I'm very sorry, Sato."
If it was just Sato revealing so past scandals like dating multiple won at the sa ti and rumors of drug use, his agent could still find a way to handle the situation. After all, it's their professional duty to clean up after their employers.
But he never expected Sato to expose dirty deeds of many players from other leagues.
This really aroused public outrage, and his agent couldn't handle the pressure. Severing ties with Sato directly was the most sensible decision.
He could remind Sato to find a place to hide, which was the extent of his obligation.
As for whether Sato would listen, that was beyond his control.
And that thing about his computer being controlled, who would believe that in this situation?
Even if it were true, his future would still be completely ruined.
There was no future in continuing to develop with such a person.
If he were a star who had been famous for many years, it would be different; there would still be so residual value to utilize. But he was just a budding star.
Beep.
The call was hung up directly.
At the sa ti, to prevent Sato from calling again, Kuroyama directly pulled the SIM card from his phone and decisively broke it and threw it away on the roadside.
Now it was really every man for himself.
Sato, carrying his personal belongings and necessities, stood at the entrance of the apartnt, lost in thought.
He was still too young after all, and he beca famous too quickly, leaving him with little ti to experience the cruelty of society.
Now he hadn't fully realized the severity of the situation yet. If he were a bit smarter, he would imdiately find a place to hide.
At least avoid the lilight for a while.
But all he could do now was to stare blankly.
Soon, passersby noticed Sato's strange behavior. They looked closely and realized it was Sato?
Once people noticed Sato, they imdiately approached curiously, wanting to take a good look at this guy who had just been exposed for many dirty deeds.
For a mont, the entrance of the apartnt was crowded, and the journalists, slling blood, rushed over, big and small microphones directly thrust into Sato's face, hoping he would respond.
Only now did Sato finally feel panic. He dropped everything and ran away. As an athlete with a strong physique, no one could stop him from fleeing, and he quickly disappeared from sight.
anwhile, on the internet, this matter could not be concealed at all.
"Major shock, baseball world suffers a major blow, multiple players will face various criminal charges."
"Multiple players suspected of collusion, match-fixing, and making huge profits."
"Our newspaper has dug up more inside information, many players have been involved in secretly attacking competitors."
"I never thought those baseball stars would be like this, their images have completely collapsed."
Takayuki looked at the news on the internet and just thought that those people had brought it upon themselves.
If they were really clean, with no dirt on them, he wouldn't be able to retaliate even if he wanted to.
But since these guys had dirty secrets and even planned to attack his ga, he couldn't be blad.
At this mont, a pop-up window appeared on his computer screen.
"Rember our agreent, I will wait for your reward in three months."
Takayuki quickly typed a response: "Don't worry, I will definitely create a new ga that satisfies you enough. By then, it can run directly on the computer without any ga console."
"I'm looking forward to it."
The pop-up disappeared as if it had never existed.
Takayuki imdiately called Matsubashi in.
"I asked you to find the navy, did you find them? Make sure to suppress these athletes for , not one should be spared."
The athletes Takayuki referred to were all those who had spoken ill of his ga in TV interviews.
Last ti, he actually showed so restraint to a certain extent and didn't pursue anything, mainly because he wanted to focus on making the ga.
But this ti, he realized that the TV stations were never satisfied; if he didn't react, there would be a third and fourth ti.
That would just waste more ti.
This ti, he would let the TV stations know that he wasn't soone to ss with.
Matsubashi nodded and asked, "Is there anything else you want to do?"
Takayuki thought for a mont and then said, "Limit the attacks to the four TV stations and those few baseball players. Don't expand it to the entire baseball industry. After all, we still need to make money from baseball gas in the future. Also, contact Tokyo TV station and tell them: your chance for rise is coming, seize it."
Matsubashi nodded and left. Takayuki took out his notebook and crossed out one na after another.
In this world, there were always things that one had to do.
If you didn't do them, they would treat you like a pushover and keep attacking you.
Especially in Japan, this slightly distorted society couldn't afford weakness.
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