Two days later.
Sakura Country, Tokyo City.
The city of steel was shrouded in the morning mist.
The air was filled with the sll of engine oil, dust, and a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood, mixing into a unique, nauseating odor.
“Creak—!”
The exaggeratedly thick alloy gate at the city entrance emitted a grating sound as it slowly rose.
It revealed the desolate, bumpy wilderness outside the gate.
A dilapidated military truck slowly drove out of the city, soon disappearing on the distant horizon.
The front of the truck was painted with three overlapping, ferocious Ghost Face (ghost faces).
That was the symbol of the Tri-Mouth Gang.
Five or six young n sat casually inside, cheap cigarettes dangling from their mouths as they puffed out smoke.
Sitting in the very middle was a burly man with a bare upper body.
A lifelike giant beast was tattooed on his chest, its maw wide open as if ready to devour soone.
The man was nad Takeda, and he was the leader of this small team.
He opened his mouth wide, let out a long yawn, and even squeezed out a few physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.
“Damn, I’m so f*cking sleepy.”
His voice was slurred, with a heavy nasal tone.
A subordinate, thin as a monkey, imdiately leaned over, his face plastered with a fawning smile.
“Boss, did you not sleep well last night?”
At Takeda’s words, the tired, unslept expression on his face instantly vanished.
It was replaced by a lewd smile.
He winked at the subordinate, giving him a look that all n understood.
“Last night, Young Miss Huaxizi was really too much to handle.”
“My old bones almost gave out there.”
“I barely closed my eyes.”
“Oh—!”
The others in the truck bed imdiately burst into knowing laughter, and the atmosphere instantly beca lively.
Another young man with freckles on his face had eyes full of undisguised envy.
“Boss, that must have been great, right?”
“I heard Young Miss Huaxizi is the top courtesan in Kabukicho; it’s hard for ordinary people to even et her.”
Takeda smacked his lips, a look of endless relish on his face.
“It was great.”
“Too bad it was just too damn expensive.”
“Just for one night, she charged ten thousand Sakura coins.”
The more he spoke, the angrier he beca, spitting on the ground.
“Damn it, if only I could have gotten it for free.”
The monkey-like subordinate’s eyes darted around, and he leaned in again, lowering his voice.
“Boss, I heard that there have been rmaid sightings along the Hokkaido coastline recently.”
“Although they are Mythical Beasts (Beast - exotic beasts), their upper bodies look exactly like human won.”
“And each of them is as beautiful as a fairy, so vibrant.”
As he spoke, he gestured, a lewd smile identical to Takeda’s appearing on his face.
“How about a few of us brothers team up one day and try our luck there?”
“If we catch them, we can do whatever we want with them, and it won’t cost a thing.”
Takeda’s eyes imdiately lit up at the words.
But soon, that flicker of excitent died out.
He waved his hand indifferently.
“Forget it.”
“rmaids are beautiful, but their teeth are sharper than knives.”
“I heard that last year, a thoughtless professional wanted to try sothing new, and as a result, he could only be a eunuch for the rest of his life.”
“Even if we’re not afraid, if we get bitten, we wouldn’t be able to stand it.”
“Hahahahaha!”
The truck bed once again erupted in boisterous laughter.
The laughter was crude and unrestrained, echoing over the bumpy wilderness.
Only in the very corner of the truck bed.
A slightly plump young man with poorly dyed yellow hair kept his head down, silently.
Takeda turned his head, his gaze falling on the yellow-haired youth, and suddenly spoke.
“Natsu.”
Natsu Masahiro shivered, only then snapping out of his thoughts.
He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, his body subconsciously shrinking.
“Boss, wha... what’s wrong?”
Takeda’s large, fan-like hand rose without warning and slapped him hard on the back of his head.
“Slap!”
The sound was crisp and loud.
“You still have the nerve to ask what’s wrong?”
Natsu Masahiro stumbled from the blow, almost falling off the truck seat.
He clutched the stinging back of his head, looking at Takeda with a bewildered expression.
“It’s been so many days, when are you going to pay back the fifty thousand Sakura coins you owe ?”
Takeda’s voice carried a hint of impatience.
“Fi... fifty thousand?”
Natsu Masahiro’s eyes instantly widened, his face full of disbelief.
“Boss, I... didn’t I only borrow ten thousand from you?”
“How did it beco fifty thousand?”
Takeda bared his teeth, revealing a vicious smile, his yellow teeth looking particularly eerie in the dim truck compartnt.
“You think money is that easy to borrow?”
“Don’t I charge interest?”
He extended a thick finger and poked Natsu Masahiro’s chest.
“This is still because we’re all part of the Tri-Mouth Gang; otherwise, it wouldn’t be just fifty thousand.”
Natsu Masahiro’s face instantly fell, that ager bit of rebellious courage vanishing instantly under Takeda’s fierce gaze.
He put on a mournful face, clasped his hands together, and pleaded.
“Boss, can you give a few more days?”
“I... my luck has been bad recently. Once I win so money, I’ll pay you back imdiately, imdiately!”
Takeda pouted, a look of disdain on his face.
“Wait for you to win money?”
“When would that be?”
He looked Natsu Masahiro up and down, his eyes like soone evaluating livestock to be slaughtered.
“I do have a way for you to make money quickly.”
“Do you want to hear it?”
At Takeda’s words, a spark of hope imdiately ignited in Natsu Masahiro’s eyes.
He nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice.
“Yes! Yes! Boss, tell quickly!”
“What way?”
A malicious smile appeared on Takeda’s face.
That smile made Natsu Masahiro’s heart inexplicably skip a beat.
“I rember, you ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ have a younger sister, don’t you?”
“She seems to be called... Natsu Rinko.”
Takeda licked his chapped lips, his eyes glinting with greed.
“Although she’s only twelve, she’s quite pretty.”
“How about... you sell your sister to ?”
The air in the truck compartnt seed to freeze at that mont.
Natsu Masahiro’s expression froze.
However, after only two seconds.
That stiff expression lted like ice and snow, replaced by an undisguised look of joy!
His eyes glead frighteningly, as if he had heard the greatest news.
“Boss, are... are you serious?”
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