Chapter 217 t5: Just protecting someone, what's wrong? ...

Just like what is often shown in various movies and TV shows, the police are always late, arriving at the scene after the incident is over.

Now, the people sent by the high-ranking officials of the Jujutsu world are also the same. They waited until the unidentified [Kuroi Misato] left before coming to Qishan.

Although these people were sent by high-ranking sorcerers, they are essentially just workers.

The leading assistant supervisor was very respectful towards the strongest Six Eyes.

He knew that Gojo Satoru was not the kind of person who would attack his companions, so he was not worried about his own personal safety. Instead, he was afraid that this big man, who seemed to be in a bad mood during the live broadcast, would bomb the mountain at random, making the scene even more difficult to clean up.

"Mr. Gojo." The leading assistant supervisor bowed politely, his eyes scanning the empty ice crystals and ice crystal fragments on the ground. His expression looked a little hesitant, as if he wanted to ask something but didn't dare to.

Gojo Satoru looked forward, and in his six eyes with a wide field of vision, he could no longer see the figure of Kuroi Misato.

So he turned his attention back to the side and said, "No need to look for them, that guy has already left."

The assistant supervisor didn't ask the question out loud, but Gojo Satoru could already tell what he wanted to ask.

Because the people in front of him were all sent by the higher-ups, and the higher-ups' focus must be on Kuroi Misato, so they probably already told the assistant supervisor what to ask first when they come here.

"Ah, okay." After hearing Gojo Satoru's reply, the assistant supervisor was stunned for a second, but still asked, "Didn't you stop her? ...By the way, Miss Kuroi, why did you leave?"

This assistant monitor doesn't seem to be completely ignorant. He was able to mention Kuroi Misato's name, so he must be someone who knows about the Star Plasma Body incident.

"She is not Kuroi Misato." Gojo Satoru said directly with a calm expression.

The assistant supervisor in front of him looked a little strange.

"In other words, that body is indeed Kuroi, but now it has become the incarnation of an unknown character." Gojo Satoru rarely slowed down his voice, and his tone was slightly deeper, "The real Kuroi is dead."

"Incarnation?!" The assistant supervisor was stunned.

The news revealed in this sentence is so shocking that it even seems like an excuse for a joke.

Logically speaking, there are very few special-grade cursed objects in existence today, and even fewer that can take on a body. How could it be such a coincidence that it appeared on Kuroi Misato?

The assistant supervisor was somewhat suspicious, thinking that this was just an excuse made by the man in front of him in order to divert the attention of the higher-ups from Kuroi Misato.

So he straightened his expression and said seriously: "Mr. Gojo, the top level of the Jujutsu has already urgently formulated an emergency plan to protect Miss Kuroi and investigate related matters. You don't have to worry. You can safely let Miss Kuroi go to the high-level shelter."

"I told you - Kuroi is gone." Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, staring at the assistant supervisor with his eyes as bright as the sky, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "Shelter? The top management is really confident in themselves. If you want to find that guy, you can go find him on your own."

"This incident is too bizarre. We must find the person behind it. The senior management... would also like to invite you to come over and have a seat." The assistant supervisor's voice became much lower.

The white-haired man paused for a moment, then smiled again, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Oh, the top management is still looking for me? Not bad, not bad, I haven't even gone to look for them yet, but they are thinking of taking the initiative to look for me."

"——I have a lot of questions about this incident, and I want to have a good chat with those rotten oranges."

"It has been rumored for a long time that the Seven Mountains are cursed. Is there something personal hidden in the mountains that we cannot find out?"

"It's really interesting to let the ice and snow drift here for more than ten years. I guess he is a completely different person from the one who gets very surprised at the slightest movement on weekdays."

There was a sharp tone in his words, and Gojo Satoru did not hide his suspicion - in fact, according to the script they had discussed, he did have to show his suspicion of the higher-ups to pave the way for more actions in the future.

However, apart from the acting in the script, Gojo Satoru's expression was also mixed with real anger.

"Mr. Gojo..." Facing the cold Rokuken, the assistant supervisor knew that he would not be angry with them, the workers, but his voice still trembled and he lowered his head even more.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out the second half of the sentence, "Also... the higher-ups said they would like to invite this young man to come with them and ask questions at the same time."

"Looking for him?" The white-haired man reached out and took the little sheep Jiang Lai, put his palm on his shoulder, and raised his voice slightly, "If those rotten oranges have anything to say, just come to me. This kid is a minor. As an adult, I can handle all matters concerning minors."

"Or does the higher-ups have some special idea that requires him to go?"

The corners of his lips curled up, and he wore a wanton smile on his face, just like in the past. However, the curse power around him was pouring down, like an iceberg in the polar regions, revealing his true feelings.

The sorcerers present all felt an invisible heavy pressure, and even breathing became difficult.

The people at the back couldn't help but take a step back, and the assistant supervisor at the front broke out in a cold sweat.

This time, the leading assistant supervisor finally shut up out of courtesy.

Compared to work, life is more important. To be honest, he also wanted to complain about the higher-ups - why did they have to provoke the great god Rokugan! !

"Teacher Gojo." A soft and warm young voice suddenly sounded from the side.

The brown-haired boy with a ponytail grabbed Gojo Satoru's shirt with one hand, blinked and said, "It's not impossible to go, I also want to meet the legendary high-ranking officials in the world of curses~"

Gojo Satoru turned his blue eyes to Jiang Lai, and the frost between his eyebrows dissipated a lot. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want to go?"

The protection just now was a subconscious behavior. Gojo Satoru would not over-protect, and Jiang Lai was not someone who needed his over-protection.

Gojo Satoru respects the choice of his friend. If Jiang Lai wants to go, then he can go.

As for whether there would be any troubles by then - would those greedy and cowardly senior executives really dare to embarrass them? Then he would let those rotten oranges know what real difficulties are.

He has never concealed his hatred for senior management, and he has not acted recklessly or killed anyone over the years. He has just temporarily changed his goals and is busy training a new generation of students. In addition, he is also working with his friends to catch big fish and uncover the regulatory committee behind the scenes.

If those old guys were determined to test his patience, he would not tolerate it... After all, he was never a good-tempered person. The strongest are always arrogant.

Glancing at the little sheep Jiang Lai beside him, Gojo Satoru thought: Never mind, it's not like I can't be patient for a while, I'll see what happens then. He discussed with Lai and decided to let out the fishing line for a while longer.

After the brown-haired boy spoke, Gojo Satoru restrained the cold icy curse power he had just released.

The sorcerers present also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had escaped a disaster.

The leading assistant supervisor wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the rescued lamb Jiang Lai with gratitude.

However, he soon understood why the little sheep Jiang Lai spoke up - it seemed that he was not coming to help out, but to set the next trap!

"I kind of regret it now, because I shut down the live broadcast too early." Little Sheep Jiang Lai sighed deliberately, pretending to be sad, "If the later episodes were broadcast, there would be another paid option."

Jiang Lai actually didn't want to use the matter of Kuroi Misato as a gimmick. Although he had never been with Kuroi Misato and Tenuchi Riko, he was still thinking about the loss of life in his heart.

However, at this moment he had to use this as a starting point to lead to the rest.

——Jiang Lai was planning to go to the top level and take this opportunity to get in close contact with them. Maybe he could get more information about the Regulatory Commission from there.

However, we can't just go along with them. There have to be twists and turns, and additional demands, so that it will seem reasonable.

"Now that the top management wants to listen, let them listen." Little Sheep Jiang Lai took out a small calculator from somewhere and started typing away. "But the accounts still need to be sorted out. Let me think..."

"Not to mention the most basic transportation fees, equipment fees, intelligence fees, and mental damage fees, there are also fees for detailed description of experience, fees for secondary brain recall, special surcharges for minors, special surcharges for the elderly, and special welfare fees for high-level executives..."

The first few items were reasonable, but the latter ones were getting more and more outrageous. The leading assistant supervisor's mouth twitched. His adult qualities, coupled with Gojo Satoru's stare, prevented him from interrupting.

After Jiang Lai, the little sheep, finished his long speech, the assistant supervisor coughed and asked tentatively: "Aren't there too many payment items?"

"Is it a lot? Not much." Little Sheep Jiang Lai put away the small calculator and said casually, "If you think it's too much, then we won't go."

"..." The assistant supervisor was dumbfounded.

How come now they have to pay to make an appointment? Didn’t they just promise that even if the senior management didn’t mention it, they would still find the senior management (to settle the bill)?

"Ah, this - I can't make the decision." The assistant supervisor took out his cell phone and asked politely, "Can you allow me to ask the higher-ups for instructions?"

"Of course you can." The brown-haired boy smiled and looked very cute, but what he said was not cute. "However, the longer you wait, the more waiting fees you need to pay."

Auxiliary Supervisor: "..."

He quickly called a senior contact and quickly explained the on-site matters, including the long list of charges that Jiang Lai, the little sheep, had just proposed.

What surprised Jiang Lai was that the assistant supervisor in front of him actually remembered the string of nouns that he had just said...

Sure enough, people who are able to hold positions around senior executives have more or less special talents!

The executive on the other side seemed quite annoyed, but he still had that condescending attitude when he spoke, and said in a deep voice on the speakerphone: "What nonsense! Is the Gojo family so short of money?"

"Of course there is no shortage~ But my good student seems to like playing this kind of money game. As the strongest and hot-tempered teacher, of course I will tolerate it~~" Gojo Satoru put one hand in his pocket, his tone lazy and casual.

"You have no manners and don't have the attitude of a new student in the world of magic! As his teacher, how can you let your student do this!"

"Hey, my students, it's not your turn to talk too much." Gojo Satoru took the phone from the assistant supervisor and said lightly, "Are you really that short of money?"

"If you have money, pay it. If you don't, shut up. If you have any opinions—" Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, "Just keep it to yourself."