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Chapter 33
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The three robbers immediately raised their guns, aiming toward the source of the voice.
“I knew I wasn’t wrong about you.”
From the shadows, two figures emerged.
“It’s you!”
The gang leader with the triangular eyes recognized the portly man immediately. It was the bank manager who had brokered the deal with them earlier.
“You’re fifteen minutes early,” the gang leader growled.
“If I hadn’t come early, how would I have overheard you planning to double-cross me and steal my money?”
The portly manager smiled, his expression dripping with mock regret.
“What should have been a simple transaction has turned into this mess… I’m deeply disappointed!”
“Cut the crap!”
The pockmarked henchman, his scheme now exposed, dropped any pretense of civility.
Raising his gun, he barked, “We’re taking the ID papers and the 20 million jenny, too!”
“Twenty million?”
The manager feigned confusion. “Wasn’t it 50 million?”
“Am I mistaken, Eiman?” he asked, turning to the bespectacled man beside him, who looked like a cross between a bodyguard and an accountant.
“No, sir, you’re correct,” Eiman replied earnestly, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. “The robbers took 60 million jenny from us.”
“Bullshit!”
The bald henchman shouted in rage.
“We only took 20 million!”
“Who’s to say?”
The manager shrugged, his tone casual. “The only fact here is that you robbed my bank.”
“As for how much you stole…”
His jovial demeanor twisted into a sinister sneer.
“As long as you’re dead, no one will know the difference!”
“So, you planned to betray us from the start,” the gang leader snarled. “You never intended to give us the ID papers.”
He smirked darkly, adding, “Two million stolen, but you report six—pocketing the difference. A neat profit of 40 million jenny with no risk. Capitalist scum like you really know how to play the game.”
“Unlike us, sweating over a measly 20 million, you’ve already doubled your gains without lifting a finger.”
The leader’s eyes glinted with malice. “But don’t forget—we’re the ones holding the guns!”
To emphasize his point, the bald and pockmarked henchmen simultaneously aimed their weapons at the manager.
“Guns?”
As if he’d just heard a great joke, the manager burst into laughter, his jowls quivering with mirth.
“You bottom-feeding nobodies,” he sneered. “No records, no status—just ants scurrying at the margins of society.”
Wiping a tear from his eye, he added, “You have no idea of the power that exists in this world.”
With a wave of his hand, he said flatly, “Take care of them, Mr. Gerkan.”
“Huh?”
The robbers froze, confused about where the manager’s confidence came from.
Just then—
Whoosh!
The gang leader felt a cold breeze sweep past his back.
Instinctively, he tried to turn, but—
Crack!
The sound of snapping bones echoed through the factory.
The last thing the gang leader saw was his two henchmen’s heads twisted 180 degrees, their lifeless eyes staring at him.
“Wait... why can I see behind me?”
It was his final thought before the world spun, and everything went dark.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound of three bodies hitting the floor reverberated through the factory.
In their place stood a tall, gaunt man with a hooked nose, radiating a chilling aura of menace.
“Mr. Gerkan, as efficient as ever!”
The portly manager applauded enthusiastically, waddling over with his bespectacled assistant in tow. His smile was filled with obsequious flattery.
“Enough,” Gerkan snapped coldly, shooting him a piercing glare. “Deliver what you promised me—or else.”
“Yes, yes, of course!”
The manager nodded and bowed repeatedly.
“Shall we leave now?”
“No rush.”
Gerkan’s thin lips curled into a cruel smile.
“There are still some rats to deal with.”
“Rats?”
The manager and his assistant exchanged puzzled glances.
“Come out,” Gerkan called, his icy gaze fixed on the factory’s entrance. “Or should I come in and drag you out myself?”
He paused, then added mockingly, “A guy with an afro and a beggar with a sword.”
“You’re the beggar! Your whole family’s beggars!”
Nobunaga stomped out from the shadows, seething with indignation.
Behind him, Uvogin laughed uproariously. “A beggar does suit you, though!”
“You idiot!” Nobunaga snapped, glaring at Uvogin. “This is probably your fault! Can’t even hide your aura properly!”
“Pfft! Look who’s talking,” Uvogin retorted. “Your sword skills are so sloppy, no wonder they spotted us!”
Their bickering began to escalate.
“Enough!”
Gerkan’s icy voice cut through the air.
“Do you think I’m not here?!”
As he spoke, his figure blurred, and he charged straight at them.
“Perfect timing!”
Uvogin and Nobunaga stopped arguing, their bodies immediately brimming with Nen as they prepared to fight.
