I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

"There is indeed a small misunderstanding between Fushima and me, but we will resolve it privately. There's no need for you to worry about it, young man. What do you think?"

Suddenly, a rough voice rang out from inside the room.

As soon as those words were spoken, the burly men wielding iron bars and machetes suddenly parted to the sides, making way for a passage.

There, a bald man with a similarly burly physique and a thick tobacco stick between his fingers sat calmly with his legs crossed at the far end of the room.

Even after he finished speaking, he took a deep drag on his tobacco, looking completely confident.

Upon hearing the order, the other thugs instantly showed a hint of displeasure, but after brandishing their weapons, they ultimately refrained from acting out, clearly indicating that the former had absolute control over the area.

At the same time, Fushima Sei, upon hearing such a voice, trembled violently, clearly recognizing the speaker's identity.

A year has passed, and he finally stands before the other party, but he has nothing left to offer, and all he can do is bow his head lower and lower.

Huang Yiyan glanced at the table, where several small "money mountains" were piled up, each with the highest denomination bills, and each pile was much larger than the amount she had given to Jingyin.

but,

"For Konoha's sake?"

He blurted out the question, his calm face showing no sign of being moved by money.

"Ah! Konoha was just a side trip."

"Of course, the main reason is that you are a handsome young man, and we hit it off immediately. That's why I wanted to use this small gift to make friends."

In an instant, the bald-headed leader changed his words, but he still looked calm and collected with his legs crossed.

[Does he really think he's someone important?]

[Why don't you try a headband from Kusagakure, Yugakure, or some other small ninja village?]

A shadow and a hint of mockery flickered in his eyes.

"interesting."

"You are the most interesting hoodlum I have ever met."

A mocking smile flickered in Huang's eyes; this lawless area was indeed lucrative.

The chips on just one card table are enough to pay for a Class A mission from a large ninja village. If he remembers correctly, the combined wealth of the poor residents of the Land of Waves wouldn't even be enough for a Class B mission.

"Hey kid, don't think too highly of yourself!"

"It's already a great fortune that our Lord Kahn thinks highly of you and has bestowed upon you some money! Don't keep pushing your luck!"

The boy's words instantly enraged the thugs, one of whom, wielding a spiked club, roared a warning.

What makes a "funny hoodlum"?

This is the king who rules over the entire underground area of ​​the northern region of the Land of Hot Springs!

"Shut up."

"Do you even have the right to speak here?!"

But before Huang could respond, the bald boss, who was puffing out smoke, suddenly roared.

"Boss, this guy is just..."

The thug, still seething with anger, turned to the side, wanting to say something more, but before he could finish speaking, the bald boss, who was called Lord Kahn, immediately threw the half-smoked thick tobacco in his hand at him.

"I told you to shut up, didn't you hear me?"

"Or do you want the whole city to watch you get fed to the dogs tomorrow?!"

It roared, its voice like thunder, and its expression became exceptionally ferocious.

Although he was also very unhappy with what the young man said, the thing that made him lose face the most was that his words were ignored in front of outsiders.

"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare, I'd never dare again."

Upon hearing this, the man, who also had a burly physique and was carrying a menacing spiked club, immediately shrank back like a mouse encountering a cat, not daring to utter a sound.

His face suddenly turned deathly pale, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"So, young man, is there something I did wrong? Or is it that you don't value this little bit of money? No problem, just tell me how much you want, and I, as your older brother, will do my best to satisfy you."

He patted his chest, his face full of confidence.

However, he remained seated in the main seat while speaking, just like a kind older brother.

Of course, this does not mean that he was a pushover who only showed authority to his underlings.

It was because of a sentence the little guy mentioned.

'A journey along the way.'

This journey can have many meanings.

For example, just follow that Fushima Sei and cross the street normally to get here.

It's also possible that they fought their way here!

Upon seeing that the newcomer was the insignificant Fushima Sei, he and his underlings, who had gathered there, subconsciously overlooked a few things. One of them was why the surveillance spies on the perimeter hadn't made a sound.

Secondly, why were the boy's clothes clean and tidy, while the guy they had driven out of the North District had blood on him?

Whose blood is that?

Is it their own, the perimeter security personnel, or other local leaders?

One final guess forced him to take a closer look at the seemingly frail boy in his field of vision.

Of course, the most important thing is that there are other reasons why he is able to exist here as an ordinary thug.

This is something that cannot be told to outsiders.

During this time, Fushima remained bowed at a ninety-degree angle, without uttering a single word, only biting his lower lip hard.

"Well, it is indeed a bit less than the price of a life."

He turned slightly to the side, revealing the man who had been bowing the whole time.

"So, how many do you want?"

Kahn repeated the question he had just asked, but his voice was noticeably different from before, lacking the feigned enthusiasm he had shown earlier.

Not only did he slowly lower his crossed legs, but his expression also darkened.

[To compare the life of a stranger to money, huh?]

Is this guy a pushover, or is he deliberately looking for trouble?

"Since you're so sincere, then take it all."

In exchange, I won't bother you tonight.

Huang said earnestly.

Well,

He had said this before, but so far no group leader has been willing to do so.

These words caused a stir in the room. Although the burly, menacing men refrained from speaking out due to their boss's earlier threats, the metallic clanging of their weapons continued unabated.

"Young man, isn't your appetite a bit too big?"

"This approach puts my older brother in a difficult position."

Upon hearing this answer, Kahn lowered his voice and responded.

"Three times, no, ten times the price on the poker table, can we just call it a day?"

However, he still wanted to make one last effort.

After all, this happened too suddenly, and there was no news coming from the outside world, which made him somewhat uneasy.

But to expect someone to give up all their profits based on just one sentence is tantamount to suicide, even if they reluctantly agree.

after all........

"So, you refused?"

Ara did not answer the other party's question, but casually reached into his ninja pouch and took out a standard kunai.

"The water is very deep here,"

"Are you really determined to get involved in this mess, young man?"

Kahn did not directly address the other party's question, but instead slowly stood up from his seat.

This attitude was like a clear signal, and the thugs around them began to gradually approach, waiting for the final order.

In response, the following was:

"That guy, Fushima, Fushima Sei, right?"

"From this moment on, your life belongs to me."

Chapter 315 Sa, keep enjoying yourself.

'From this day forward, your life belongs to me.'

What does this mean?

[Have my long-cherished wish and my request been granted?]

Fushima, who had been bowing the whole time, raised his head slightly and saw that slightly thin but incredibly upright figure.

If someone had told him beforehand that he would one day choose to pledge allegiance to someone and would be willing to give his life for them.

Then he would definitely scoff and spit in that guy's face.

Of course, this doesn't mean I would choose to pledge allegiance to others. After all, in this chaotic world, the adage "a wise man submits to circumstances" has always been an age-old truth.

On the contrary, knowing when to be weak and when to bow your head can actually make your life better.

Moreover, he was just an ordinary person, and had nothing to do with being a samurai, a ninja, or an official.

Therefore, he has never been averse to temporarily attaching himself to a powerful figure and serving them in exchange for the right to survive in the world.

However, if we're talking about letting someone like him...

For someone who has been through so much in the world and whose hands are no longer clean, to sincerely serve and be loyal to someone is even more unbelievable than the Raikage no longer coveting the secret techniques of other villages and the five great ninja villages no longer having any conflicts!