Dolink's exact thoughts were unknown to both Su Wu and Maro, and Su Wu had no interest in figuring out what the other man was plotting.
Thinking too much could hurt you.
Sometimes, the more a person overthought things, the more their actions were constrained.
So, on this matter, Su Wu chose to put it out of his mind.
In any case, whether they were Zoldyck family members or other assassins, they would have to come find him if they wanted to complete their assigned tasks.
All he had to do was wait for the so-called assassins to come knocking.
"Come on. Let's find the next walking vault." Su Wu raised a hand to cover his mouth as he yawned.
These wanted criminals had become walking vaults—or fat sheep—in his eyes. Whenever he came across one, he wanted to devour them until not even their bones remained, taking not only the criminals' money but their bounties as well.
"I believe that no matter who comes, you'll win, sir." Maro's words brimmed with blind faith.
Was he a believer in some blind, foolish god?
Still, what he said wasn't entirely wrong.
"Yeah, I won't lose." The white-haired boy spoke lightly, with a hint of amusement.
As for why he didn't say, "I'll win," it was because that phrase somehow felt like bad luck.
More like tempting fate.
Su Wu worried that some lunatic manga artist might hit him with a dimensional slash from across worlds.
He wondered how far the manga had gotten since he'd crossed over, and whether that lunatic artist had gotten even crazier.
Ah, he wanted to read the manga. It wasn't that he was looking forward to some thrilling continuation of the story; he just wanted to see how crazy that artist could get.
February 7,