Hattori: It's Over, That Old Fox Set Me Up!

Hattori Heiji held the water pipe in his hand, silently grumbling to himself. At the same time, something felt off. He kept feeling like there was some kind of trick behind this.

Was this really just a water pipe?

But after examining it closely, aside from being a little shinier and giving off a faint glow in the dark, the pipe in front of him did not seem to have anything special about it...

Off to the side, Fujino could tell Hattori was not taking it seriously. Crossing his arms, he sternly reminded him again, "Don't take what I said lightly. This thing is worth a million. If you lose it, you'll have to compensate me."

Hattori Heiji froze halfway onto his motorcycle. "A million?"

Fujino said seriously, "That really is what it costs. If you lose it and can't afford to pay, I can only go ask your old man for it."

Hattori Heiji's expression changed. Sensing a trap, he feared Fujino was setting him up and immediately tried to hand the iron rod back. "How about I don't take it?"

"Hey!"

Fujino smiled. "Now that it's in your hands, how could I possibly take it back?"

"..."

Hattori Heiji felt an irresistible force preventing him from returning the water pipe by force. The corner of his eye twitched. Sure enough, it was not that simple...

This water pipe was actually worth a million?

Was this pipe made of gold or silver or something? It cost more than his motorcycle. And how could Fujino even be sure that this was the pipe he had taken? What if he turned around later and claimed it was not the same one?

Damn it, so that million was unavoidable, was it?

Well, well. So this was where he had been waiting for