End of contract and new commission
After giving the leader of the Panxing Cult a sound beating, Xia Youjie, somewhat disgusted, had the curse spirit carry the unconscious person to a safe place. Then, he looked at Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Jinji, who were fighting, rubbed his wrists, and rushed over.
Tsurumi Kawaru stood in the only open space amidst the ruins, holding a half-eaten pastry. He looked around innocently, then put the pastry in his mouth, swallowed it, and patted the crumbs off his hands.
"Uncle, don't make any rash moves," Tsurumi Kawaru advised Kong Shiyu, who was hiding to the side.
Kong Shiyu suddenly stopped moving. He turned his head expressionlessly to look at the boy who had appeared beside him at some point. A hint of surprise flashed across his ordinary face, followed by deep apprehension.
Ignoring the gaze directed at him, Tsurumi Kawakami stood beside him, watching the three men locked in fierce combat. After a moment, he suddenly spoke up: "Uncle, did you come here today to discuss the bounty with them?"
Kong Shiyu was startled, her back tensed, and she looked at him warily. Her lips moved, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, "Yes."
Tsurumi Kawakami nodded, unsurprised, and said "Oh," before looking at him with some curiosity: "What's your relationship with that person?"
He gestured with his eyes to the tall man fighting with Gojo Satoru and the others.
Kong Shiyu didn't know why the topic had turned out this way, but now it seemed that he had no other choice but to answer the question. So after thinking it through, he carefully chose his words and said: "I am an intermediary, and I have a cooperative relationship with him."
Tsurumi Kawakami's eyes widened slightly: "Eh—you're a middleman? I thought you were a curse master too."
The black-haired boy looked him up and down in disbelief, then became curious about the real estate agent profession: "What does a real estate agent do? I've only heard of real estate agents. Do you help people find jobs? Do you earn a lot of money?"
One question after another left Kong Shiyu completely bewildered. It took him a long time to come to his senses. He glanced at the black-haired boy with a strange look in his eyes, who was full of curiosity, and slowly began to answer.
“…Eh, it’s a commission after all?” Tsurumi Kawaru was somewhat disappointed by his answer. He muttered to himself, “It seems like being a sorcerer and exorcising cursed spirits is more lucrative.”
Upon hearing this, Kong Shiyu's brow twitched suddenly, as if something terrible had almost happened just now.
After his initial disappointment, Tsurumi Kawakami quickly adjusted his mindset. He blinked and asked, "So, how much money will you get if you complete the mission involving the asteroid bounty?"
Hearing him mention the bounty on the asteroid body without any hesitation, Kong Shiyu was completely flustered, having no idea what Tsurumi Kawa was up to. He glanced at the fighting taking a moment to look over, guessing it wasn't going to end anytime soon, so he could only bite the bullet and start talking to him.
However, the other party seemed to have an endless stream of questions, bombarding Kong Shiyu with questions that left him somewhat overwhelmed.
Tsurumi Kawaru sighed: "Then you definitely won't be able to complete this mission. We don't plan to send the Star Essence to the Red Star Palace."
A hint of surprise flashed in Kong Shiyu's eyes. Before he could ask, the black-haired boy continued, "By the way, if I want your help, how much will it cost?"
Kong Shiyu, dressed in a suit, looked puzzled, but his professionalism allowed him to quickly come to his senses. "That depends on what kind of service you need."
Tsurumi Kawakami rested his chin on his hand, his eyelashes drooping, and after a few seconds of contemplation, said, "The Panxing Cult is a legal religion, right?"
After receiving Kong Shiyu's nod, the black-haired boy slapped his palm and said cheerfully, "Then it's illegal for him to hire someone to kill, right? So I want you to help me with the lawsuit. We want to sue the Panxing Cult for hiring someone to kill!"
"How is the cost of this kind of work calculated?" Tsurumi Kawaru asked Kong Shiyu with bright eyes.
Kong Shiyu was completely stunned after he announced that he would sue the Panxing Cult for hiring someone to commit murder. The agent, whose mind had been blank, started working again under the client's urging, and the litigation costs he knew by heart came out of his mouth.
Tsurumi Nagare checked the money in his account and was quite satisfied with the price. He smiled at Kong Shiyu: "Ah, that's great, the money is more than enough. So, can I ask you to handle this matter?"
Kong Shiyu: "..."
Wait a minute, this is impossible! Besides, they're the ones who hired someone to commit murder! If it really goes to court, will he be the defendant?
The office worker in a suit, who had started a brainstorming session, immediately fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, the battle not far away was also coming to an end. Although it was two against one, Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suke did not gain any advantage and ended up with many injuries. Thanks to this battle, Gojo Satoru suddenly grasped the essence of the reversal technique he had been studying for a long time.
The white-haired youth looked at the man opposite him with great interest, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, eager to have another battle.
Fuhei Shen'er impatiently flicked the Heavenly Reversal Blade in his hand, and bright red blood slid down the sharp tip. He leaned on the cursed tool, his cold green eyes sweeping over the two of them. He clicked his tongue and then put away his weapon.
Xia Youjie was seriously injured; his right arm and shoulder were almost chopped off. At the critical moment, he had a cursed spirit with a defensive spell block the attack, thus avoiding being reduced to a single arm.
Even so, he still had a long and deep cut on his arm and shoulder, and blood had stained a large area of his chest and was still dripping down.
Xia Youjie lost a lot of blood; his face turned pale, and his lips lost all color.
"Wu." Noticing something unusual about the other person's condition, Xia Youjie, despite the dizziness from blood loss, called out to them.
Only then did Gojo Satoru notice Xia Youjie's problem. His azure eyes, which had been burning red with fighting spirit, were instantly extinguished. He immediately calmed down and helped Xia Youjie up.
When he tried to use the reversal technique to heal others, he suddenly discovered that the newly learned technique was only effective on himself and could not be used on others.
This discovery dampened Gojo Satoru's spirits. He tore off a section of his T-shirt and tried to stop Natsuyu's bleeding, but Gojo Satoru, who had no experience, was flustered. Looking at his friend, whose face was growing paler, he thought of Shoko at the vocational high school.
Meanwhile, Tsurumi Kawakami, who was having a lively conversation with Kong Shiyu, also noticed that the battle had stopped.
Fuheshen walked over with the cursed spirit in tow. He also had some injuries, but the powerful Heaven and Binding Force gave him a constitution that allowed his wounds to heal faster than ordinary people, so the bleeding wounds had already stopped.
"Hey kid, you'd better stay away if you don't want to die," the tall man said in a completely impolite tone.
Tsurumi Kawaru stood still, raising his head slightly to look at the tall man who had walked up to him. The oppressive aura emanating from the man was awe-inspiring.
Kong Shiyu glanced at Fu Heishen before turning to look at the two high school students supporting each other in the distance. His brow twitched, and he quickly interrupted, "Wait, Fu Hei. Let's leave the Panxing Sect's bounty for now. I've taken on a new mission."
Fuheishen raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and said, "Is that so? I won't refund the deposit."
Kong Shiyu was speechless, and said with a hint of helplessness, "That might not work, after all, the new commission was given by this person, and the content of the commission is to accuse the Panxing Sect of hiring someone to commit murder."
He spoke clearly, even emphasizing the last part about hiring someone to kill.
Hearing his words, Fukuro Jinji looked somewhat surprised, his gaze shifting to the fair-skinned, obedient-looking Tsurumi Kawaru in front of him: "Ha—"
Before Kong Shiyu could explain, a huge cursed spirit swept over the three of them. Tsurumi Kawaru looked up and saw Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Jie on the cursed spirit's back.
However, Gojo Satoru was so anxious that he didn't notice the gaze below, and the cursed spirits were so fast that they quickly became tiny black dots on the horizon.
Tsurumi Kawakami: "..."
"Ah, I think I've been left behind." The black-haired boy stared blankly into the distance and murmured to himself.
Fuheshchen laughed at him without any politeness.
Tsurumi blinked, looked away, and turned to look at him, her expression somewhat serious: "Did you hurt Jie badly?"
Fuheishen picked at his ear: "Tch, kid, are you planning to avenge him?"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Kong Shiyu stepped forward and stopped the impending battle. He nudged Fu Heishen'er, his eyes implying that the person in front of him was the client, the one who paid him.
Fuhei Shen clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, glanced around at the ruins of the Panxing Sect building, and finally fixed his gaze on Tsurumi Kawaru: "You should explain how much money you're paying first. The Panxing Sect paid me 80 million yen as a deposit to kill the Starmash Body."
Upon hearing his offer, Kong Shiyu's brow twitched, then he lowered his eyes, inwardly thinking: "Liar, it's clearly 40 million yen."
Tsurumi Kawakami was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Kong Shiyu with a probing gaze. Seeing that Kong Shiyu was keeping his head down and not speaking, Tsurumi Kawakami pursed his lips, somewhat annoyed. But in the end, he clenched his fist, glared at the man in front of him, and said firmly, "I'll offer 160 million yen!"
Fuheishen licked his lips, staring at the high school student in front of him with interest, and bargained, "Not enough, I want two hundred million. Give me two hundred million, and I'll be your witness."
Tsurumi Kawakami had never seen anyone haggle like this before. He opened his mouth to bargain, but the man in front of him seemed to have guessed what he was going to say and refused outright.
Tsurumi Kawakami pursed his lips and thought for a while before nodding in agreement.
“I can give you a deposit first, and after you testify and the Panxing Sect matter is over, I will give you the rest of the money.” As if afraid that the other party would change his mind, Tsurumi Kawa looked up at him and said dryly.
Fuheishen liked his straightforward manner and grinned: "Okay."
Seeing his happy, smiling face reminded Tsurumi Kawakami of the money she was about to spend, and she became somewhat displeased, but still asked a question: "In that case, you won't kill Riko, will you?"
Fuheshen narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Assassins don't do business that loses money."
The Panxing Cult is almost gone; who will he ask for money after he finishes the job?
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