The sky was clear, and a gentle breeze drifted by.
A child by the roadside tugged stubbornly at his mother's hand, as though tears were about to fall from his eyes the next moment.
Only after the woman helplessly bought him a string of candy did he finally break into a grin.
Perhaps because war had broken out, the once densely packed street vendors had become few and far between. Ragged refugees and hurried ninjas passed by from time to time.
Jiang Rui adjusted the mask on his head. The white mask had long since gained several cracks, one of which had been left by that big man back then.
The originally delicate cloud patterns had changed, becoming far more scarlet, with specks and streaks of red beneath them.
They were traces left by blood.
He sighed. In the end, it was merely an ordinary mask.
He put it back on and turned into the restroom before him. On the flower street to the right, a woman paused slightly, lowered her head, and hurried away.
Who would have imagined that this inconspicuous restroom was actually the entrance to Kakuzu's favorite bounty guild—the Underground Exchange?
After passing through the winding internal passageways, Jiang Rui arrived before a dimly lit door. The moment two Rogue Ninjas saw him, they bowed their heads slightly in respect. The most famous madam from the flower street was the manager here.
Over three days, Jiang Rui had come four times. Each time, he bought information on a rogue ninja, and within half a day, that rogue ninja's head would appear in the exchange.
Interestingly enough, Jiang Rui's own information was also posted in the exchange, though no one had dared to take it so far.
As he stepped into the hall, the bloodthirsty, greedy, and fearful