Uvogin swung his arms impatiently and shouted.
Robbery and Robbers
"I'm going too."
Nobunaga tucked his hands into his sleeves. "I've been wanting to sharpen my sword again anyway. If that doesn't work, I'll just melt it down and forge a new one."
"Sure."
Chrollo nodded. "But we've only just arrived here. We can take things slowly. There's no need to rush."
He was reminding Uvogin and Nobunaga of that.
"How about this?"
Morin thought for a moment. "I'll take the two of them out with me."
He also wanted to see the outside world while he was at it.
"Sounds good."
With Morin accompanying them, Chrollo could rest easy.
So, after the door sticker was removed from the inside and the wall no longer had a doorway, Morin called for Uvogin and Nobunaga, who had long been itching to get moving, and led them out.
"Let's go."
The three vanished into the night.
Meanwhile, inside the garbage truck.
"What happened to me?"
The driver who had been knocked unconscious rubbed his bleary eyes and slowly woke up.
Then his eyes widened.
"What is this?"
He stared blankly at the mountain of noodle bowls piled inside the truck.
Every single bowl was practically gleaming, even cleaner than if they had been washed.
If not for the lingering scent of sauce inside the truck, one might have thought they were all brand-new bowls.
Just as the driver stood there staring blankly at the pile of bowls—
Morin led Uvogin and Nobunaga down the streets without any particular destination.
Uvogin and Nobunaga were fascinated by their surroundings, while Morin pondered what to do next.
If he wanted to understand this world, the quickest way was naturally to learn from books.
And if he wanted knowledge, libraries and bookstores were always the best choices.
But to enter either of those places, he needed either identification or money.
Unfortunately, Morin was broke.
Even the clothes he wore were Canned Goods Studio work uniforms.
"Identification isn't something I can settle anytime soon. What I really need is money..."
Speak of the devil.
The moment Morin began thinking about money, a beautiful-looking bank appeared around the corner.
"I can't seriously go rob a bank, can I?"
Although he had joined the Phantom Troupe, Morin did not think he had fallen that low yet.
"Besides, I'm a thief, not a robber, am I?"
Morin was thinking just that when—
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out with startling clarity through the street.
To Morin's astonishment, the bank ahead suddenly erupted with alarm bells.
Then the doors burst open, and three figures wrapped head to toe in black rushed out.
Each of them carried a large sack on their back and held a gun that spat tongues of fire.
"Ring-ring-ring?!"
The bank's shrill alarm wailed wildly through the night, throwing the surrounding buildings into an uproar.
"You could run into a bank robbery just by coming out at night?"
Morin found the scene even more thrilling than anything he had seen in movies or television.
The three sack-carrying people swiftly climbed into a van parked in a secluded spot near the entrance, floored the gas, and sped away.
"Morin!"
Uvogin turned around, his eyes sparkling.
"Let's follow them and take a look."
Morin understood what Uvogin meant and smiled.
"We happen to need some money too."
Judging from their bodies and using Gyo, Morin could tell that none of the three robbers knew any Nen ability.
Morin led Uvogin and Nobunaga as they leaped across the rooftops.
They followed the van closely as it drove farther and farther away, soon leaving the city.
After taking several more turns, the van stopped inside an abandoned factory.
The factory was in an extremely remote location, overgrown with weeds. It was obvious that almost no one ever came here.
"Hahaha, I can't believe this operation went so smoothly!"
After getting out of the van, the three robbers threw their three large sacks onto the ground.
"Eldest Brother, with this much money, we're going to be rich!"
"Exactly, Eldest Brother! Why don't we just listen to me and keep the money instead of giving it back to him? It's just identification. With this much money, where couldn't we live comfortably? Why would we need identification at all?!"
As the two robbers spoke, they removed the black hoods from their heads.
One was bald, while the other had a face full of pockmarks.
"Stop!"
Eldest Brother stopped his two underlings from indulging in their wild fantasies. After taking off his hood, his triangular eyes were filled with malice.
"Identification is just as important. Without it, it's inconvenient to go anywhere, and the money won't be easy to spend."
"But, Eldest Brother, there's so much money..."
The two underlings grew anxious, but Eldest Brother merely waved a hand.
"Did I say we weren't taking the money?"
"Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'?! I want the identification, and I want the money too!"
"Oh, oh!"
Only then did the two underlings rejoice. The pockmarked one, whose grin nearly buried his pockmarks, said:
"Isn't that bank owner strange? He agreed to get us identification, but only on the condition that we rob his bank?"
"What's strange about that?"
Eldest Brother snorted. "That bank owner is no good either. He probably embezzled money from his own bank, then hired us to rob it."
"That way, he'd have an explanation for the money he embezzled. He really thought this through."
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The moment Eldest Brother finished speaking, a round of applause suddenly echoed through the empty factory.
A Beggar Really Does Suit You!
Whoosh!
The three robbers instantly raised their guns and aimed toward the source of the sound.
"I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
Two figures stepped out from the shadows.
"It's you!"
Eldest Brother with the triangular eyes recognized him at once. The plump man standing at the front, looking at them with a half-smile, was the bank owner who had previously made the deal with them.
"You arrived fifteen minutes earlier than we agreed."
Eldest Brother said in a low voice.
"If I hadn't come early, how could I have heard you planning to double-cross me and swallow my money?"
The fat bank owner said with a smile.
"It was clearly a transaction, yet you had to make it turn out like this."
He wore a regretful expression. "It pains me deeply!"
"Cut the crap!"
The pockmarked underling saw that their scheme had been exposed and simply stopped pretending.
He raised the gun that gave him confidence. "We want the identification, and we want these twenty million Jenny too!"
"Twenty million?"
The fat boss pretended to look confused. "Wasn't it fifty million?"
"Did I remember incorrectly, Aiman?"
He even asked the gold-rimmed-glasses man beside him, who looked both like a bodyguard and an accountant.
"You did remember incorrectly, Boss."
Aiman, the man in gold-rimmed glasses, replied sincerely. "It was sixty million. The robbers took sixty million Jenny from us."
"Bullshit!"
The bald underling shouted angrily.
"We only took twenty million!"
"Who knows?"
The bank owner shrugged. "The fact that you took money from my bank is indisputable."
"As for exactly how much you took..."
A vicious expression gradually covered his fat face. "As long as you keep your mouths shut, who will know?!"
"Looks like you planned to double-cross us from the beginning. You never intended to give us identification."
The robber Eldest Brother sneered.
"You report sixty million stolen after losing twenty million, and just like that, you pocket forty million Jenny."
"You people really know how to have fun. No wonder they say capitalists are black-hearted maggots."
"You make twice as much as we do from robbing a bank, without taking any risks at all!"
Eldest Brother's triangular eyes were icy. "But don't forget, we're the ones holding the guns right now!"
As if to underscore his words, the bald and pockmarked underlings both aimed their guns at the bank owner.
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