The mission to exorcise the Cursed Spirit was as easy as taking a walk in their own courtyard, but the 2 of them both ended up injured because they fought over the phone.
Toji’s cheek burned with pain.
He did not need to look to know Gintoki had definitely used the chance to hit hard.
Gintoki still felt a dull ache in his stomach.
He did not need to look to know that if he lifted his clothes, there would definitely be bruises everywhere.
The 2 of them sat on the sofa with tacit understanding, and neither mentioned what had just happened.
The urgent matter right now was bringing the phone back to life.
They had to go out and get it repaired.
Gintoki picked his nose and gave a bad-tempered cold snort.
“Hmph, when it’s time to split the money, you don’t think of Gin-san, but when the phone breaks, you finally think of me. Are you some heartless guy who abandoned his wife and kid? People like that get punished in 8 p.m. dramas, you know.”
“The phone breaking is all your fault, right? Hand me that wallet as atonement.”
“Don’t you have quite a lot of money saved in your pocket? For an amount that big, spending a little is just like taking 1 grain from a whole rice bale, right? Why are you always thinking about my money?” Gintoki rubbed his fingers together and flicked with a biu.
Toji skillfully adjusted his posture, and the little black ball brushed past his cheek and flew by.
“Missed. That means the money won’t be given to you.”
“There was no reward system like that from the start.” Toji folded his arms seriously, trying to make Gintoki believe this was the fixed price.
“Your share of the bounty is also in my hands. If you want to split it, you have to pay.”
“Hey, hey, are you a phone scammer? If I want to receive the huge prize money, I have to pay a small fee first, and you say it’s small, but it turns out to be all of Gin-san’s property!”
“700,000 yen.”
Gintoki raised an eyebrow.
“I already have to pay half the repair fee, so how could it still be 700,000 yen? 1,400,000 yen.”
Toji gritted his teeth.
“Who quotes prices like you? 1,000,000 yen at most. Otherwise, don’t even think about future chances to cooperate.”
Everything else was easy to discuss.
But Gintoki really could not find clients.
Directly contacting employers on the black market sounded easy, but first, he had no proof of identity, and second, he had no bank card.
With his current small body, even asking around for a little information was hard.
The first reaction of modern society’s corporate slaves when they saw him was not to chat about anything, but, “Where are your parents?”
So cooperating with Toji was a huge loss, but it really did make money.
At least Gintoki did not need to take part in negotiations or accepting orders.
He only needed to put in the work and could sit back and wait to get paid.
Basically, he did not do much.
He just went out for a walk and picked up money.
1,000,000 yen.
A bloody profit!
Gintoki thought of his strawberry milk, countless cakes, and the pachinko waiting for him, and immediately felt that anyone who refused money was an idiot. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“Deal. Get me a bank card.”
This was not a hard problem for Toji.
He nodded and agreed without caring much.
Here it came, his 4,000,000 yen.
Although it was a little different from his initial expectations, when Toji thought about it carefully, he had basically done nothing at all.
Wasn’t this a bloody profit?
So both of them felt that they had made money.
Both were looking forward to the wonderful life after getting the bounty.
Far away, someone with stitches on his forehead cleanly transferred the bounty over, then clenched his teeth hard.
The birth of the Six Eyes meant the power of Cursed Spirits would rise greatly.
Special Grade Cursed Spirits, which had originally appeared very rarely because of natural conditions, would now surge out in batches.
The Curse inside that abandoned building had clearly ridden that favorable wind too, evolving from Grade 1 into Special Grade.
That was how it should have been…
But why, in the current jujutsu world where Special Grade Sorcerers were extremely scarce, would a talent capable of easily exorcising a Special Grade Cursed Spirit suddenly appear!
The 5,000,000 yen he placed there was never meant to make them exorcise the Cursed Spirit.
It was meant to use the power of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit to quickly get rid of some Jujutsu Sorcerers.
It was clearly bait, yet someone had really taken it.
But thinking about it calmly.
“So you finally appeared, that hidden Special Grade Sorcerer.” He ordered his subordinates to follow the clue of the payment information and dig up the other party’s background at all costs.
Since they had appeared, this money was worth spending.
It made the enemy hiding in the dark surface, while he himself still sat firmly in place.
Hiding and plotting for 1,000 years as if every day were the same.
Until the day the power he had accumulated was enough to set all of Japan, and even the whole world, ablaze.
Because Toji was still a minor, he knew nothing about this.
His fake identity information was layered over itself and made flawlessly.
He and Gintoki fixed the phone, happily received the money, and headed straight for the gambling hall.
People were always prone to falling.
If the last time they came here, Toji’s heart still had a little bit of responsibility left, then now, that responsibility had long been swallowed into Gintoki’s stomach together with the extra 500,000 yen.
Even if Gintoki lost it all, that had nothing to do with him, right?
“Toji, life is a cycle of ups and downs, downs, downs, downs, downs.”
“But now, the chance held in our hands is the button to restart life! In other words, this is the key moment to ride the wind and break through the waves. The goddess of victory is already smiling over there.”
Toji turned his head and looked, only to see a poster where a busty beauty was holding a welcome sign.
“You being attracted by that kind of thing makes you look even more pitiful.” His luck with women was already hopeless, right?
Gintoki snapped angrily, “You don’t have anyone by your side either! Don’t look at me with those eyes, bastard Toji!”
Forget it, forget it.
Compared with waves, Toji, and posters, he should look more at the analysis materials.
Gintoki stared at those numbers for a long time, then after 3 seconds, put them down resentfully.
“I’m saying, you’ve actually never looked at this kind of thing either, right?”
Toji had already bought his ticket with practiced ease.
Forget analysis materials.
He had completely bet all his luck and bills on 1 single horse.
“Why! Did you fall in love with it at first sight? What basis do you have!”
“A rookie is a rookie,” Toji said with a mocking smile, mercilessly mocking Gintoki.
“While you were hesitating, I already finished buying.”
The real answer was that he had bought it at random.
What the hell?
You had to look at data when buying horse-racing tickets?
This was Toji’s first time knowing that too, but if Gintoki, who was here for the first time, saw through it, that would be way too embarrassing.
In the end, data was something completely unnecessary!
Rather than spending time studying those packed numbers and analyzing the win rate, it was better to rely on instinct and decide victory or defeat.
After hesitating briefly, Gintoki immediately made a decision.
He held a ticket and quietly stood beside Toji.
“What’s that?”
“No. 13 competitor, Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon!” Gintoki grinned and said it with full confidence.
This brat…
He had some skill.
A horse’s name could explain everything too.
For example, “Justaway” sounded like it could charge all the way to the end.
The announcer kept shouting, “Gold Ship, Gold Ship!” That sounded cool, right!
Just imagine that scene.
The announcer kept shouting, “Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon,” shouting “Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon” again and again!
In terms of time alone, it had already thrown the other horses far behind.
In terms of momentum, it completely crushed them!!
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