Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

Louhu was clearly not interested in Lu Suo's deliberately mysterious tone.

He scratched his head irritably, his fingernails scraping against his rock-hard skin with a harsh sound. As he did so, the glass of lemonade in front of him, which had originally contained ice, began to emit faint white steam.

"I don't understand what kind of crazy plans you're making all day long." Louhu stared intently at the man opposite her with her large, single eye, her voice rough and hoarse.

"Is all this going in circles really necessary? Since that sorcerer named Gojo Satoru is such a nuisance, why not just go and kill him?"

Lu Suo looked at the water in the cup that had begun to boil, but he wasn't angry. He just chuckled helplessly.

"Louhu, I think I've told you this many times already. Gojo Satoru cannot be killed. And given our current situation, it's impossible for us to kill him anyway."

"Can't be killed? That's because you're too cowardly!" Louhu grinned disdainfully, revealing sharp teeth, and the temperature on his head rose a few degrees, clearly unconvinced by this statement.

Lu Suo took in his eager and completely skeptical expression.

He knew all too well these cursed spirits born from human negative emotions—arrogant and conceited.

However, he didn't continue arguing; instead, he changed the subject and casually asked:

"By the way, where did the real person go?"

Mentioning real people, Louhu was even more speechless, and complained in a gruff voice:

"Who knows what's gotten into him. He said he discovered a 'very interesting human' and went to observe him. I really don't understand, what's so interesting about observing such lowly creatures as humans, except for being trampled under our feet?"

"Is that so?" Lu Suo smiled nonchalantly.

He didn't really care where the real person went.

To be honest, he doesn't care what real people do or what kind of people they are interested in, as long as it doesn't affect his overall plan.

After all, no matter what the real man does now, that newly born top-tier cursed spirit is ultimately just a pawn in his plan, and sooner or later it will become part of his hands.

What he's really concerned about right now is what happened at the juvenile detention center a few days ago.

The Su Nuo finger that he had placed in the cursed fetus at the juvenile detention center has disappeared.

The supervisory department did not receive any information about the finger, which means that either Sukuna swallowed the finger herself, or Gojo Satoru and the others secretly hid the finger.

However, information sent back by his people indicated that the college did not retrieve any fingers, meaning the former is more likely.

Well, although things didn't go quite as he had initially envisioned, overall, having his finger swallowed by Sukuna wasn't such a bad thing for them.

Seeing that he remained silent, Louhu rolled his eyes and asked with a hint of probing arrogance, "Hey, Xiayou. If we use Su Nuo's fingers as a benchmark, how many fingers' strength am I roughly equivalent to right now?"

Lu Suo stopped tapping the cup, raised his eyes, and looked Lou Hu up and down.

After a moment, he gave a very generous assessment: "To be on the generous side... it's probably equivalent to nine sticks."

"Nine roots?"

Lou Hu paused for a moment, then let out a wild, low laugh.

A plume of scorching white smoke suddenly erupted from the crater above his head, distorting the surrounding air.

As he moved, several guests nearby suddenly burst into flames without any fire. Lu Suo looked at the circle of people on fire around him and frowned slightly in dissatisfaction.

"The power of nine fingers... Ha! Isn't that enough!"

Lou Hu stood up with a cold laugh, slamming his hands heavily on the table, looking down at Lu Suo.

"In that case, I'll take the lives of the five Satoru!"

Seeing Louhu's arrogance due to overconfidence, Lu Suo's smile slowly faded.

He sat up slightly, his gaze becoming more serious and profound than ever before.

"I'll say it again, Louhu. Gojo Satoru cannot be killed." Rōsō stared intently at him, warning him word by word, "There is only one way to deal with him—that is to seal him with the top-grade cursed artifact I possess, 'Prison Gate'."

"Prison Gate?"

Upon hearing the name of this top-grade cursed artifact, Louhu immediately perked up.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of greed and violence, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

"What's the point of having the prison gate to seal it? Give me the prison gate, and I'll kill Gojo Satoru!"

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Inside a dimly lit underground billiards hall, a faint smell of tobacco filled the air.

Rin Furukawa's forehead was covered in glistening cold sweat. He didn't dare to breathe too loudly, cautiously looking at Sumi Kichikawa who had come to his door again. He chuckled dryly and rubbed his hands together. "B-Boss...what brings you here today?"

Rin Furukawa was inwardly groaning.

Is this living ancestor here again to ask him for information, preparing to slaughter another round of cursed spirits?!

How long has it been since that one-sided, brutal "purge"?

Is this guy's energy really that abundant?

Most importantly, where is he going to find so many cursed spirits to kill for this guy?

Seeing Furukawa Rin's trembling, wary expression, Kikkawa Sumi gently shook her head.

"I'm not here today to ask you for the location of the cursed spirit."

Upon hearing this, Furukawa Rin breathed a huge sigh of relief, her legs almost giving way: "Th-what do you need?"

"I want to ask you something," Sumire looked at him calmly, "Some things about the world of jutsu."

Ever since that day when she accidentally messed up because she didn't understand Gojo Satoru's eyes, Sumi Kichikawa has learned her lesson and realized that she can no longer continue to be so ignorant.

He respected Gojo Satoru and didn't want to investigate Satoru's past or privacy privately. However, he figured it wouldn't be a problem to subtly inquire about the basic common sense and situation of the entire jutsu world.

Moreover, when he was slaughtering the cursed spirits that day, he keenly sensed several hidden, monitoring eyes around him.

This also shows that his actions that day had been noticed by the higher-ups in the sorcery world or some other force.

In that case, instead of passively waiting for trouble to come knocking, it's better to take the initiative to learn about these guys hiding in the shadows.

"About the world of jutsu?" Rin Furukawa paused for a moment, then patted his chest, about to demonstrate his expertise, "Don't worry, I'll know everything I know about it..."

However, before Rin Furukawa could finish speaking, a voice suddenly rang out in the billiard hall without warning.

"So you're not a sorcerer after all~"

Rin Furukawa froze instantly, his face turning deathly pale, because he hadn't even noticed when another person had appeared there.

Kikawa Sumi didn't panic at all; she simply turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.

In the deepest part of the billiard hall, in the complete shadows where no light could reach, a strange figure had appeared out of nowhere.