Heaven on Earth

Sakamoto studied Simu and Hidan for over ten seconds, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Since it was only a misunderstanding, then please come aboard so we can talk. The Cult Leader and I have been friends for decades."

Simu smiled just as sincerely. "The Cult Leader often speaks of his friendship with Mr. Sakamoto in front of us as well."

"Is that so? Hahaha."

Sakamoto gave Simu a long look, then smiled as if they shared an unspoken understanding.

The two looked like old friends who had not met in a long time, chatting merrily enough to leave Hidan utterly baffled.

As Simu and Sakamoto chatted and laughed on their way toward the cruise ship, one of Sakamoto's men leaned close and said, "Chairman, these people..."

Sakamoto frowned and replied without looking back, "The Jashin Cult is our most important ally. These men offended Mr. Simu and Mr. Hidan, so they deserved to die. But in recognition of their loyal service, give each of their families one hundred thousand ryo in compensation."

Upon hearing that, the subordinates who had been somewhat disheartened by Sakamoto's earlier words immediately brightened up again.

One hundred thousand ryo!

That sum might not have meant much to ninja.

But to ordinary people like them, one hundred thousand ryo was enough for their families to live securely for most of their lives!

They worked their fingers to the bone and risked their lives as thugs here—for what?

For money!

As long as the money was enough, they would have no problem even giving up their lives.

Sensing the change in the mood around them, Simu gave Mr. Sakamoto a deep look.

This man was no simple figure. By spending four hundred thousand ryo, he had successfully avoided offending the Jashin Cult.

He had also won over the hearts of the chamber's people, preventing them from becoming divided over the partnership with the Jashin Cult.

Chairman Sakamoto smiled as well and extended a hand. "God Children, this way."

Simu gave a slight nod. "Please."

While the two spoke, Hidan had already swaggered onto the cruise ship. "Sakamoto, this ship is so huge. You've got fried pork cutlets here, right?"

Sakamoto narrowed his eyes. Though displeased inside, he kept a perfectly appropriate smile on his face. "Of course. If the God Child wishes to eat some, you may go to the restaurant and ask the chef to make you a serving."

Hidan immediately beamed. After confirming the restaurant's location, he dashed off at full speed.

Watching Hidan's retreating back, Boss Sakamoto fell into thought.

He could not tell whether Hidan was pretending to be stupid or truly was stupid.

"Chairman Sakamoto, I'm terribly sorry. My younger brother had a small accident while receiving Lord Jashin's inheritance, and there's a problem here." Simu pointed at his own head as he explained.

Chairman Sakamoto suddenly understood. "So that's what it was."

Simu smiled and nodded.

After they left, a head slowly poked out from beside a tree not far from the dock.

To make himself look more convincing, Shiraishi Mori had somehow found a piece of black cloth and cut it into the shape of a black robe, wrapping himself in it.

He wanted to make the imitation more convincing, but there was no helping it. In a tiny fishing village like this, he could not find a proper trench coat.

Shiraishi Mori tightly gripped the necklace in his hand.

"With this, I should be able to sneak in, right?"

He did not have much confidence either, but to find an opportunity to save his parents, he had no other choice.

After waiting a few more minutes, Shiraishi Mori finally took a deep breath and strode out of the alley.

"Who goes there?"

After what had happened earlier, the thugs guarding the dock were far more careful with their words this time.

Who knew whether another member of the Jashin Cult might suddenly pop out?

Shiraishi Mori hid himself beneath his hastily made hood and lowered his voice. "Jashin Cult."

After speaking, he used the faint moonlight to study the expressions of the people before him.

To his surprise, the moment the men heard the words "Jashin Cult," they instantly became alert.

In the past, they might not have felt much about the Jashin Cult.

But the blood on the ground had not even dried yet. What if they were inexplicably slaughtered too?

Had they not seen that even Chairman Sakamoto did not wish to casually hold those Jashin Cult lunatics accountable?

The four subordinates looked at one another before cautiously asking, "Do you have any proof?"

Shiraishi Mori was delighted inside. He had not expected the Jashin Cult's name to be this useful!

He extended a hand from his loose black robe, revealing a crimson necklace with a circular outer ring and a triangular center. Under the moonlight, it gave off a dangerous aura.

At once, the thugs hurriedly said, "So it's a distinguished guest from the Jashin Cult! Please come in! Please!"

They liked money, but what they liked was not compensation money!

Sakamoto had not won them over because of that compensation payment either.

At its core, Sakamoto had used that payment to show his generosity, making them feel that they could earn money by following him. That was why they were willing to serve him.

There was still a difference between the two.

To maintain his persona, Shiraishi Mori merely gave a faint "Mm," then headed toward the cruise ship.

Watching Shiraishi Mori's back, one thug said suspiciously, "That man's clothes seem a little different from those two Jashin Cult masters earlier."

That remark was immediately refuted.

"Keep your voice down. Is there anything strange about what those Jashin Cult lunatics wear?"

"That's true."

They were a group of lunatic monsters who killed people at the slightest disagreement and loved to mutilate themselves like mad.

Not worth provoking. Absolutely not worth provoking.

Just as Shiraishi Mori successfully slipped onto the cruise ship, Simu and Chairman Sakamoto finished touring it.

It had to be said that the cruise ship was truly magnificent. Its flashy decorations made Simu feel as though he had returned to his previous life.

Since Sakamoto planned to turn the ship into the largest floating casino in the Land of Rivers, it had a restaurant, a concert hall, a dance floor, and even a... beast-fighting arena!

At that moment, dignitaries from all over the Land of Rivers, invited by Sakamoto, danced gracefully on the dance floor to soothing music.

Sakamoto had even named the cruise ship [Heaven on Earth].

Simu watched the flashing neon lights and felt the hormones saturating the air.

Sakamoto glanced at Simu and clapped his hands.

In an instant, more than a dozen bunny girls in revealing outfits, with stunning figures, came before them.

Their pale skin looked strangely alluring beneath the neon lights, while their scarlet, sensual lips resembled red flowers adorning a snowy field.

Their eyes were seductive, and the faint breath slipping from between their red lips carried an indescribably sweet fragrance.

"What a Heaven on Earth."