Chapter 174: What do you think the curse is like...?
"Mr. Shen'er." The player greeted him.
Kong Shiyu raised an eyebrow and said nothing more: "An acquaintance?"
"I guess so." He snorted and said ambiguously.
Kong Shiyu understood what the man meant by his attitude.
The player looked at the information dealer, then at the gigolo: "Mr. Kong's business scope... is quite extensive."
"It seems that you haven't talked much about your main business, the Zen temple, with this young lady." Kong Shiyu teased the man in a teasing tone.
The man who gave off an air of pressure that was hard to ignore even just sitting there stood up without warning and stood in front of Kong Shiyu. He turned his half-closed eyes slightly, signaling him with his eyes to make room.
There was clearly an empty seat to the player's right, but he seemed to have a special liking for Kong Shiyu's seat. The information dealer, not wanting any conflict, waved his hand and said, "Okay..."
Hearing Kong Shiyu's familiar joking tone, the player realized that he might have misunderstood something.
It seems that when Gojo Satoru saw him, he also accepted the nickname of "Warlock Killer", and as for the identity of Cowherd... it seems that Gojo Satoru at that time was not too surprised.
"Nothing much to say," he said, slowly raising his eyes with interest. "Want to know?"
The player blinked a little slowly at the other party's casual, flirtatious tone, as if teasing a kitten or puppy: "Eh, ah..."
Kong Shiyu glanced at the two and announced on their behalf, "...the Zero Curse Power Heaven and Curse Binding from the Zenin family of the three great families. This perfect body, exchanged for all its cursed power, is also the natural enemy of cursers."
Is this how he got the name Warlock Killer? The player suddenly thought.
Unhappy that Kong Shiyu got there first, he smacked his lips visibly: "Tsk..."
"As you can see," he quickly suppressed his outward emotions. The distance between them at the bar suddenly seemed crowded as the man stretched out his body. He wasn't shy about showing off his strengths, his posture relaxed. "A body bought with cursed energy... Are you satisfied with what you see?"
He approached silently, one hand resting on the table. From his movements, one could subtly sense the pressure of being surrounded. Beneath his straight black hair, his eyes, reminiscent of those of a large cat in a tropical rainforest, gazed intently at the player. "How are you thinking about the deal we discussed last time?"
The other party's resounding remarks about the pretty boy are still deafening and hard to forget.
Players can vaguely remember what was said without him reminding them.
Probably asking for support...
"Or do you want to inspect the goods first?" He said it nonchalantly, as if it was nothing unusual.
The player had no doubt that if she didn't answer, the other party would most likely grab the player's hand and press it against her waist and abdomen.
"Hey, um... do I have to pay for touching it?" A player who was not very familiar with the gigolo's charging process asked curiously.
He laughed strangely: "You can give it to me if you want."
Kong Shiyu received the man's light gaze and made a 'casual' gesture.
Seeing that he was holding what should have been his reward in his hand and counting it quickly with his fingertips, Kong Shiyu couldn't help but remind him: "Although I don't know your plan, you have to think it through."
Kong Shiyu glanced obscurely in the player's direction, and after confirming that the man had seen his expression, he said, "Do you really know what you are doing, attacking students from a technical college?"
"Hmm..." He slowed down the speed of counting the money, his expression thoughtful, as if he was mentally weighing whether it was worth it. "We'll get into trouble with those brats from the technical secondary school, Six Eyes..."
"Looking at it this way, it seems like a losing deal for me."
The player said cautiously: "Sorry? What about my money..."
He stuffed a wad of money into his collar and put on a wicked grin: "Done."
Ah… banknotes, bulging under the fabric… chest muscles, oh no!
Player: Downtime...
"I'll take the deposit." He smiled suggestively, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light beneath his hair. "No matter what, I guarantee it's worth it."
"So what does the balance mean...?"
The man's eyes swept across his face, then aimlessly downwards, pausing briefly at his chest. "Take this in exchange."
The player lowered his head and picked up Ryoumen Sukuna's finger stuck in the aperture. "Huh? You mean Sukuna's finger?"
His eyes flickered faintly, and he muttered to himself: "If you convert it, it shouldn't be considered a loss, right?"
According to the current price of Sukuna's finger on the black market given by Kong Shiyu, he certainly didn't feel that he had lost out!
"It's up to you. You can exchange it for money." The man didn't seem to care whether he would get Sukuna's finger or money in the end. He signaled the player with his eyes, "Change places? Let's talk about what happens next..."
He rested his hand on the bar, pressing it against the back of the player's hand. He rubbed the skin on the inside of the wrist with his rough fingertips, causing a faint tickling sensation. A low, magnetic voice emanated from his chest: "Hmm?"
Kong Shiyu sat there without moving, smiling and shaking his head: "Scumbag..."
"Is it okay to leave Mr. Kong alone there?" asked the player who followed the other party out of the izakaya.
The man walked without slowing down, without even looking up. "After so many collaborations with that treacherous businessman, it's time for him to pay the bill."
I feel that the attitude towards partners is very average!
The player asks where they are going, and he says it's his temporary residence.
The player thought he would go to a hotel, or a safe house... or some other place that fits the identity of a "gigolo" or a "warlock killer", but in short, it was not the residential building in front of him.
Player: Watch...
"Your look is offensive," he said, using his key to open the door. His back was clearly facing the player, yet he could accurately point out that the player was looking at him. He showed no sign of being offended or angry, but instead smiled. "This makes me look forward to what's going to happen next."
The door opened, and he walked in first: "Don't worry, there will be no annoying guys here to disturb us. Now you can start making your requests. After all, you paid for it."
"Do you want me to take the initiative, or do you want me to take the initiative? Friendly reminder, no matter which one you choose, the result will be the same in the end."
The player changed his shoes at the entrance, thought for a moment, and replied hesitantly, "Mr. Shen'er, please take the initiative."
"It's a wise choice. From now on, you definitely won't have the spare energy to seriously think about how much money you've spent." His voice became inexplicably hoarse, and one could tell from his tone that he was in a good mood.
"Hey, are we starting physical training now? I thought we'd do a test first..." The player, having changed into shoes, stood up straight. Seeing the man, shirtless, with his hands on his belt, having taken off his tights at some point, the player blinked. "...Is it hot?"
"..." Silence, he repeated, "Physical training? You want me to be your physical training teacher?"
"That's right."
The Warlock Killer with zero spell power should be the most suitable teacher for players at present!
He picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. His whole movement revealed an inexplicable irritation: "I should have thought of this earlier. I'm still a kid who hangs out with those kids. How can I understand the charm of a mature man? Tsk..."
The player covered his face with his hands to avoid suspicion, spread his fingers apart to reveal his eyes, and spoke to him in a sullen voice: "What's wrong?"
He paused in putting on his clothes, met the player's curious gaze, and chuckled without emotion: "Come back to me when you figure out why."
"The kid's lack of understanding of romance is more frustrating than simple failure." After he said this, he couldn't help clicking his tongue.
Ugh!
Big failure in becoming a disciple!
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