Shiu Kong looked Makoto up and down.
He had a tall, lean build and short black hair.
His clothes were similar to Toji Fushiguro’s: a black sleeveless top on his upper body and loose trousers below that would not interfere with movement.
He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.
Most kids his age were still studying in high school.
Shiu had not expected Makoto to already be working as a curse user.
Overall, the impression Makoto gave Shiu Kong was that he had no obvious traits.
If one had to pick one trait, it would be his eyes.
They were sharp and wild.
“This is the helper you found?” “Yeah.
Pretty good, right?” “I can’t see what’s good about him, but since he’s someone you chose, I won’t object.” Aside from work and going to hell, Shiu Kong did not want to deal with Toji Fushiguro.
Makoto, who could spend time around Toji Fushiguro, was probably not someone easy to provoke either.
Shiu Kong went straight to the point.
He took out a photograph, pointed at it, and said, “This is the target of the commission.” Toji Fushiguro took it and glanced at it, finding nothing special.
“What’s special about him that makes the employer willing to pay 50 million yen for his head?” “Does raping and murdering a wealthy merchant’s only daughter count as special?” Shiu Kong gave a reason that left both Makoto and Toji Fushiguro rather speechless.
They had thought the target this time would be a troublesome cursed spirit or Jujutsu sorcerer.
They had not expected him to be an ordinary person.
“Don’t look down on this mission.
If you insist on naming what makes him special, it’s that he has a good father.” Shiu Kong lit a cigarette and said, “His father is a long-term partner of the Jujutsu world.” Although Jujutsu sorcerers possessed extraordinary power, in the end, they had not separated from the realm of humanity.
As long as one was human, one needed to eat and needed funds.
For example, the non-combat personnel who specialized in casting Curtains drove high-performance cars every time they went out.
They also needed to be paid.
All of that money was sponsored by these wealthy merchants.
Those Jujutsu sorcerers usually had to exorcise cursed spirits.
How would they have time to work?
Shiu Kong did not know the exact amount of funding, but the annual investment was definitely no small number.
What the Jujutsu world had to provide in return was settling matters for these merchants when they ran into trouble.
“So for this commission, you will definitely face Jujutsu sorcerers.
You have to take the target’s head while he is under sorcerer protection.” “How exactly do we do it?” “The Jujutsu world has already sent sorcerers to escort that scum to Jujutsu High.
I received news that they’ll split the people into two groups and enter Jujutsu High through different routes.” In other words, they had to be fast.
Makoto and Toji both understood.
No wonder this commission required two people.
Looked at that way, this 50 million yen would not be so easy to earn.
Even Shiu Kong could not gather information on which route the target would take, or how many Jujutsu sorcerers had been dispatched.
He took out a route map and a bank card, handing them to Toji Fushiguro.
Toji did not take them.
He asked, “Among the sorcerers the Jujutsu world dispatched this time, is Satoru Gojo there?” “No.
He’s just the son of a wealthy merchant.
There’s no need to send their trump card.” “Also, most people in the Jujutsu world are strongly opposed to this escort mission.
Even if that trash avoids death, he’ll receive the judgment he deserves in the end.” Toji Fushiguro clicked his tongue in boredom, then accepted the money.
With a gesture, he took Makoto and turned to walk out of the racetrack.
“The target is still at the police station for now.
The Jujutsu world people will arrive at 5 p.m.
to escort him back to Jujutsu High.
If anything else happens afterward, I’ll call you.” Shiu Kong added one final note.
Toji Fushiguro waved with his back to him and disappeared into the crowd.
…
“Any thoughts?” “Kill the target.
That’s all.” “Cold as ever.” Toji Fushiguro taught Makoto again.
“If it were me, I would strike here.
Starting from that police station, they’ll pass through this point half an hour later, at 5:30.
That’s the evening rush hour, with heavy foot traffic.” “If you strike in this place, those compassionate sorcerers won’t dare unleash large-scale, highly lethal cursed techniques.
You can easily seize the initiative.” “Of course, it isn’t all good.
More people means it will be easier for the target to hide.
If he dives into the crowd, you may lose him.” Toji Fushiguro told Makoto the pros and cons of doing that and was about to ask for Makoto’s opinion.
“I have my own way of doing things.
I’ll take this route.” Makoto pointed at the second line on the map.
It was more secluded, with very little foot traffic.
To pass through it, one had to take a mountain road.
A single rock or log would be enough to block the road and stop vehicles from passing.
With the target’s ordinary stamina, even if he tried to run, he would not get far.
As long as Makoto killed the escorting sorcerers, that scum would have no way to escape even if he grew wings.
“Is that so?
Then let’s see who has better luck.” Toji Fushiguro yawned and parted ways with Makoto.
Their routes were far apart.
Once they chose wrong, there would be no possibility of support.
The people of the Jujutsu world had probably considered that point, which was why they split into two groups to escort the target into Jujutsu High.
Before long, Makoto arrived at his destination.
If Shiu Kong’s information was correct, the Jujutsu High car would pass through here.
This was the best place to ambush them.
The terrain sloped from high to low, and the surrounding wilderness was covered with trees and weeds.
It was a good place to hide.
With a thought from Makoto, the Heavenly Imperial Sword fell from the ring on his hand into his palm.
He picked several trees that were large and thick enough and cut them all down with one slash.
The cuts were not smooth.
He did not intend to hone delicate swordsmanship.
He wanted to follow the path of breaking ten thousand techniques with pure force.
Only that could draw out the physical potential of a Heavenly-Restricted Tyrant and the advantages of the Heavenly Imperial Sword.
“Now, I wait quietly.” Makoto sat down and waited for news from Shiu Kong.
…
At the same time, the Jujutsu world also began to move.
Because the incident was so vile, many Jujutsu sorcerers were unwilling to accept this mission.
Many of these sorcerers carried a strong sense of mission and justice.
They believed their duty was to protect humans from being harmed by cursed spirits.
Now they were being asked to protect scum who had violated someone and then killed her.
From the bottom of their hearts, they resisted such a mission.
Of course, there were exceptions to everything.
“This time, I’ll be leaving my useless bastard of a son to you, Miss Mei Mei.” Mei Mei.
A Grade 1 sorcerer.
After graduating from Jujutsu High, she had always worked independently as a sorcerer.
She loved money.
One could say she loved money as much as life itself.
She could not understand sorcerers who were swayed by emotions and bonds other than money.
“I’m not the one in charge of this mission, you know.
But for the sake of the money, I will do my job properly.” …
“RoseWhisky”