Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"All done."

Upon hearing Saeko Busujima's statement, Mercury knew that his money was secured.

But before that...

Mercury pushed aside her knife and walked up to Saeko Busujima.

His gaze swept over her erotic body.

Faced with that extremely aggressive gaze, Saeko Busujima frowned.

This man, with his beast-like aura, probably wouldn't be interested in that kind of thing, right?

But when the man reached out his claws to her, Saeko Busujima instinctively raised her wooden sword.

She only felt her vision distort for a moment before her wallet was in Mercury's hand.

After taking out the money, I also found a student ID.

"Hmm... Let me see, Saeko Busujima, a middle school student, 15 years old, home... wait!"

Mercury suddenly widened his eyes and stared intently at the student ID.

Then she compared it to Saeko Busujima in front of her.

His hands were still grasping at the air.

"Underage?"

"Obviously."

Upon hearing the reply, Mercury still stared at her in disbelief.

They even took two steps back.

He's a minor. If he dares to cross that line, he's dead.

I was originally planning to have Saeko Busujima take some explicit photos to blackmail the Dokdo family and secure a long-term meal ticket for them.

Now it seems like wishful thinking.

Even so.

Mercury couldn't help but ask, "Why do you, a minor, have such a erotic body?"

"???"

Upon hearing this, Saeko Busujima's expression instantly turned ugly.

Is this mocking her?

As the successor of the Poison Island Dojo, she sees this increasingly full body as a burden.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean your body gives people a sense of conquest."

For the sake of money, Mercury offered an explanation.

"Even I would get very angry if someone said that to me."

"Oh, so what's wrong?"

Hearing that nonchalant tone, Saeko Busujima even had an urge to chop him on the head.

This is only considering the difference in strength between the two.

It's best to keep this in mind.

Just as Saeko Busujima was observing Mercury, she saw him pull a cell phone out of his pocket and wave it in front of her.

"Then let's add each other on LINE. Please take care of me in the future."

Saeko Busujima: "..."

Although the plot development is somewhat bizarre, he has no choice but to accept that his weaknesses are still in the other party's hands.

Reluctantly, I took out my phone and added a friend.

She also noticed that the other person's friends list only had a handful of people.

The old dean, Whirlpool Boy, Typhoon Sweetheart, Snail Man, Teacher Number One ATM...

"OK, now we're good friends. Here you go."

After noting Dokushima Saeko as "ATM Girl Number Three" in his contact list, he casually tossed his wallet to her.

Saeko Busujima caught the wallet that was thrown at her and saw that it was empty except for a student ID.

"This is the good friend you were talking about?"

"What's wrong? Good friends should share happiness and joy."

After saying that, Mercury reached out to Saeko Busujima and, before she could react, took off her coat and covered her face, leaving only her eyes exposed.

"you……"

Before she could utter her angry words, Mercury said impatiently, "Alright, it's time to say goodbye. I look forward to seeing you again."

After saying that, he swaggered over to the motorcycle parked nearby, took out a wire, and swung it around a few times.

Then I started the engine and drove off.

It left behind only a trail of exhaust fumes.

……

"Hmm~ Today is a good day, a good day~"

"Humming a happy tune~ I wish money would fall from the sky~♫♬"

After casually tossing his motorcycle into a corner, Mercury, swaying in the clothes sponsored by ATM No. 3, arrived at an orphanage located on the outskirts of the city.

As for whether the police will come knocking on our door?

Please, this is Japan, there are very few security cameras here.

After avoiding some obvious surveillance cameras.

The police wouldn't make a big fuss about mobilizing manpower and resources just because a motorcycle might be found.

As for the owner of that motorcycle, who cares?

Clang, clang, clang...

Mercury gently knocked on the orphanage door.

"Here I am!"

An aged voice came from inside the door. The door chain clicked softly, and a crack appeared, revealing the face of a sprightly old man whose voice didn't match his appearance.

Upon seeing Mercury, a smile unconsciously appeared on his calm face.

"Dean, I'm back."

"Yes, it's good to be back." The old dean opened the door, his gaze lingering on the man's face for a moment before falling on the coat on his shoulder that clearly didn't belong to him.

"Stealing again?"

"That's called resource redistribution," Mercury said nonchalantly, stepping over the threshold.

"Besides, junior high school students are strong and healthy, they're not afraid of the cold even when they're wearing so many layers."

The old director closed the door and whispered a reprimand: "Stay away from minors. I've seen enough kids here. Don't take a single step down a path you shouldn't be on."

"I know where the bottom line is." Mercury's playful tone vanished, replaced by a rare seriousness.

"snort."

Upon hearing this, the old dean said nothing more.

He believed the child would have his own opinions.

……

After leading Mercury to the dormitory, the old dean brewed another cup of black tea and handed it to him.

"Isn't there any wine?" Mercury looked at the black tea in front of him with a disgusted expression.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me why you came back so late at night." The old dean wasn't going to let the brat in front of him get away with it.

That little rascal has a lot of bad habits; I don't know where he learned them from.

She was one of the children he worried about the most, and also the one he trusted the most.

"What, do I need to make an appointment to come back?" Mercury took the black tea, blew on it, and took a small sip.

"It's alright, but..."

"Nothing tastes as good as alcohol, huh?"

The old dean sat opposite him, the rattan chair creaking softly, but his gaze remained as steady as ever.

The moment that brat opened his mouth, he knew what kind of nonsense the other person was going to spout.

"Every time you come back, it's never good news. Last time you broke three of someone's ribs, the time before that you sneaked into someone's house to drink, and the time before that..."

You say you have a bottom line, but you only remember it after you've already crossed it. This is both your strength and your weakness.

One day you'll suffer a big setback.

"Huh? Is that considered a good point? I never expected that you, the righteous detective, would say such a thing, Dean."

Mercury had a standard understanding of himself.

Shameless, unscrupulous, and utterly shameless!

And...incompetence.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what despicable thing you did this time that made you come here to seek refuge."

This time, Mercury put away his playful demeanor and reached out his hand for the jacket sponsored by the kind person.

The old dean was also drawn over, and what happened next made his hand, which was resting on the rocking chair, tense up instantly.

The garment slowly began to spin on the coffee table, forming a vortex shape.

This unscientific scene instantly made the old dean think of some unpleasant things.