Sakamoto Trading Company

"Seeing as this grilled pork chop is actually quite tasty, I'll spare your life, old man."

Hidan sat cross-legged on the ground with a boorish posture, using both hands to gnaw on the pork chop in his grasp.

"I am glad you enjoy it, guest."

Hearing such arrogant and overbearing words from Hidan, the grandfather wore a face full of obsequious smiles.

Seeing this, Shiraishi Mori secretly clenched his fists, while Shiraishi Rin timidly sized up the two men before her.

One had silver hair styled in a slicked-back pompadour, was rude, and even after eating their family's pig, he still spoke so insolently!

By comparison, the other one looked much more pleasant; he wore black-rimmed glasses, had jet-black hair, looked refined, and was even quite polite!

Of course, Shiraishi Rin only dared to think these things in her heart.

If she were to say them out loud, she feared it would bring disaster upon her entire family.

Simu was also tearing into the pork chop in his hand.

Although there were no particularly rich seasonings or complex cooking techniques, fortunately, the meat of the suckling pig was tender, and the old man had put enough heart into the grilling.

As a result, the pork chop could be considered crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the fat clinging to the skin blending quite well with the lean meat on the ribs.

The slightly charred, golden, and crispy skin combined with the delicate, soft pork created a texture that was crisp on the outside and succulent on the inside.

The intense aroma made the two children in the room, Shiraishi Mori and Shiraishi Rin, swallow their saliva frantically.

"You two should have some as well."

Simu handed three pork chops to the pair.

Shiraishi Mori glanced at his grandfather, and only after receiving his permission did he cautiously take the pork chops.

"Thank you, sir."

Simu waved his hand: "This was your family's to begin with, there is no need to thank me."

Shiraishi Mori could not care about saying anything else; he and his sister clutched the pork chops and immediately began to wolf them down.

Ever since the Sakamoto Trading Company arrived and took their parents away, these two children had not eaten meat in a long time!

Simu wiped his mouth and looked at the old man, who had not eaten a single bite of pork, and asked: "Old man, why are there so few young people in this village?"

Under the reconnaissance of the Raven flock, not to mention this small village, even the nearby sea area was under Simu's control.

Hearing this, a trace of bitterness appeared on the old man's face, and he hesitated to speak.

After all, who knew if these two Jashin Cult members before him were in collusion with the Sakamoto Trading Company? If he said the wrong thing, it might bring about a fatal disaster!

"Say whatever you want; we have nothing to do with the Sakamoto Trading Company," Simu said.

Seeing the old man stammering, Hidan shouted: "Speak up, or I'll kill you!"

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent filled the entire room, making the three members of the Shiraishi Family feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies stiff and unable to move.

This guy Hidan really might kill them.

"Hmm?"

Simu glanced lightly at Hidan.

The latter curled his lips: "Hmph, how boring."

Simu turned his head, a kind smile reappearing on his face.

"It's fine, old man. Feel free to speak. If this guy dares to cause trouble, I'll chop his head off."

Hearing Simu talk about chopping off heads so casually, the faces of the three Shiraishi family members turned even paler.

Hidan just let out a "Tch."

This made the grandfather even more respectful when facing Simu.

Judging by the behavior of these two, Simu undoubtedly held the dominant position and was very likely some kind of minor leader within the Jashin Cult.

Under the intimidating pressure of Hidan and Simu, the grandfather finally spoke up.

"Mori, take your sister outside for a moment."

"Yes, Grandfather."

Shiraishi Mori held his little sister's hand and walked out of the room.

Only after the two children had left did the grandfather speak again: "All of this has to do with the Sakamoto Trading Company."

After saying this, he carefully scrutinized the expressions of Simu and Hidan, seemingly wanting to take the opportunity to see if they really had any connection to the Sakamoto Trading Company.

Unfortunately, Simu still wore a smile, while Hidan was licking the food residue off his fingers, still wanting more.

Seeing this, the grandfather could only let out a soft sigh and continue.

"Originally, our Shuiyu Village was just an ordinary little fishing village on the border of the Land of Rivers that made a living by fishing."

"But after the Sakamoto Trading Company came, they said they wanted to build an offshore gambling city. They claimed that if we continued to fish, it would affect their business, so they forbade us from fishing in the sea."

Speaking to this point, the grandfather's already hunched frame seemed to shrink even further.

"However."

"But our Shuiyu Village has been fishermen for generations. If we don't fish, what else can we do?"

"The land around here isn't suitable for farming. If they won't let us fish, we have no choice but to die."

"So, Mori's father and mother took the village fishermen to negotiate with the Sakamoto Trading Company, but to our surprise, they were all detained on the grounds of causing a disturbance."

"It's been over half a month now, and we don't even know if they're dead or alive."

Simu rubbed his chin and nodded slightly.

Indeed, his flock of Raven had spotted a massive cruise ship on the nearby sea, which should be the base of the Sakamoto Trading Company.

It was also the client for this Jashin Cult mission.

After listening to the old man, Simu silently took a sip of water without showing any reaction.

He sat for a while longer before standing up.

"Sir, we won't bother you any further. Farewell."

The old fisherman hurriedly stood up and tried to persuade them to stay: "Two guests, it's getting late. Why don't you stay the night here?"

Naturally, he wasn't genuinely trying to keep them; he was merely worried about incurring the dissatisfaction of Simu and Hidan.

Serving them the only suckling pig they had was the greatest sincerity the Shiraishi Family could offer.

To show such sincerity, they would likely face a situation where they wouldn't have any meat to eat for the next half a year.

Simu adjusted his glasses and said indifferently: "We won't stay the night. We still have some business with Mr. Sakamoto."

With that, Simu picked up his briefcase and walked toward the seashore.

"See ya, old man!"

Hidan waved his hand as well, then followed behind Simu.

"Damn you, Simu, wait for me!"

The old fisherman watched the backs of Simu and Hidan, his entire body sagging as if he had let out a long-held breath.

Although he didn't know what business Simu and Hidan had with the Sakamoto Trading Company, at least they shouldn't be attacking them for the time being, right?

He turned back into his house, blew out the candle, and closed the door.

In the middle of the night, Shiraishi Mori got up to use the restroom. As he passed by the table, he suddenly noticed a scarlet necklace lying quietly by the leg of a stool.

"This is..."

Shiraishi Mori looked behind him to confirm his grandfather was still asleep before he gently bent down to pick up the necklace.

He walked into the outhouse and began to examine the necklace in his hand.

A circle on the outside with a triangle on the inside!

This is indeed the symbol of the Jashin Cult that Grandfather mentioned. It seems those two guys left it behind by accident.

If he hadn't heard wrong, those two Jashin Cult members were heading to the Sakamoto Trading Company. If he took this Jashin Cult necklace, could he perhaps sneak in and find his father and mother?

Shiraishi Mori leaned against the wall, his heart pounding.

"Big brother, when will Mom and Dad be able to come back?"

His younger sister's voice suddenly echoed in his ears again. He let out a deep breath, gripped the necklace tightly, and left home.