Heaven on Earth

Sakamoto's gaze swept over Simu and Hidan for a dozen seconds before he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Since it was merely a misunderstanding, please, both of you, come aboard. I have had a friendship with your Cult Leader spanning several decades."

Hearing this, Simu likewise wore a sincere smile and said, "The Cult Leader also frequently mentions his friendship with Mr. Sakamoto in our presence."

"Is that so? Hahaha."

Sakamoto took a deep look at Simu, then flashed a knowing smile.

The two looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, chatting happily, leaving Hidan stunned and bewildered.

As Simu and Sakamoto walked toward the cruise ship while chatting, a subordinate approached Sakamoto's ear and said, "Chairman, these people..."

Sakamoto frowned and, without looking back, said, "The Jashin Cult is our most important ally. They deserved to die for offending Mr. Simu and Mr. Hidan, but in consideration of their loyal service, issue one hundred thousand ryo to their families as compensation."

Hearing this, those subordinates who had felt disheartened by Sakamoto's earlier stance instantly regained their spirited expressions.

One hundred thousand ryo!

To a ninja, this sum of money might not be worth mentioning.

But to them, as ordinary people, one hundred thousand ryo was enough for their families to live comfortably for the better part of a lifetime!

They worked hard and risked their lives as thugs here—for what?

It was for the money!

As long as the pay was sufficient, they wouldn't mind even if it cost them their lives.

Sensing the shift in the surrounding atmosphere, Simu took a deep look at this Mr. Sakamoto.

This guy was no simple character; he had spent four hundred thousand ryo to successfully avoid offending the Jashin Cult.

At the same time, he had won over and maintained the loyalty of his merchant guild members, preventing them from becoming alienated due to the cooperation with the Jashin Cult.

Chairman Sakamoto also wore a smile and gestured with his hand, "Two God Children, please."

Simu nodded slightly and said, "After you."

While the two were speaking, Hidan had already swaggered onto the cruise ship, asking as he went, "Sakamoto, this cruise ship is so big, there should be deep-fried pork cutlets to eat, right?"

Sakamoto narrowed his eyes. Although he was annoyed, he still maintained a perfectly appropriate smile on his face: "Of course. If the God Child wishes to eat, you may go to the restaurant yourself and have the chef prepare a portion for you."

Hearing this, Hidan beamed with joy. After confirming the location of the restaurant, he sprinted away.

Watching Hidan's back, Chairman Sakamoto looked thoughtful.

He wasn't quite sure if this Hidan was playing dumb or if he was truly a fool.

"Chairman Sakamoto, I am truly sorry. My... younger brother, he had an accident while receiving the inheritance of the Jashin Lord, and there is something wrong here." Simu pointed to his own head as he explained.

Chairman Sakamoto had a sudden realization: "So that's how it is."

Simu nodded with a smile.

After they left, a head poked out from behind a tree not far from the pier.

To imitate the look more closely, Shiraishi Mori had found a piece of black cloth from somewhere and fashioned it into a black robe to wrap around himself.

He wanted to mimic them more accurately, but there was no helping it; in a small fishing village like this, it was impossible to find a decent trench coat.

Shiraishi Mori gripped the necklace in his hand tightly.

With this, there shouldn't be any problem sneaking in.

He actually lacked a bit of confidence, but to find an opportunity to save his parents, he had no other choice.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Shiraishi Mori let out a long breath and swaggered out of the alley.

"Who goes there?"

Having experienced the earlier incident, the thugs guarding the pier spoke with much more caution this time.

Heaven knows if another Jashin Cultist might suddenly pop out.

Shiraishi Mori huddled into his hastily made hood and lowered his voice, saying, "Jashin Cult."

Having said that, he began to observe the expressions of the men before him by the faint moonlight.

To his surprise, the men opposite him became instantly alert upon hearing the words 'Jashin Cult'.

If it were before, they might not have felt anything toward the Jashin Cult.

But now, the blood on the ground hadn't even dried yet; what if they were to be slaughtered for no reason again?

Didn't they see that even Chairman Sakamoto didn't want to easily pursue the responsibility of those Jashin Cult lunatics?

The four subordinates looked at each other, and finally, they cautiously confirmed, "Do you have any proof?"

Shiraishi Mori felt a surge of joy in his heart; he hadn't expected the name of the Jashin Cult to be so effective!

He reached out from his wide black robe, and a crimson necklace with a circle on the outside and a triangle on the inside revealed a dangerous aura under the moonlight.

Seeing this, the thugs hurriedly said, "So it is a lord from the Jashin Cult, please enter! Please enter!"

Although they loved money, they didn't love the compensation money!

The reason they had been won over by Sakamoto just now wasn't because of that compensation.

Fundamentally, it was Sakamoto showing his generosity through these pension payments that made them feel they could earn money by following him, which was why they were willing to serve him.

There was still a difference between the two.

To maintain his persona, Shiraishi Mori just gave a faint "hmm" before walking toward the cruise ship.

Watching Shiraishi Mori's retreating figure, one thug said with some confusion, "This guy's outfit seems a bit different from those two Jashin Cult lords from before."

This remark was immediately refuted.

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

"Fair point."

They were a group of monster-like lunatics who would kill at the slightest disagreement and loved to engage in frantic self-mutilation.

Better not to provoke them, definitely not.

Just as Shiraishi Mori successfully infiltrated the cruise ship, Simu and Chairman Sakamoto finished their tour of the vessel.

It had to be said that this cruise ship was truly magnificent, with all sorts of gaudy decorations that made Simu feel as if he had returned to his previous life.

Since Sakamoto intended to turn this cruise ship into the largest floating casino in the Land of Rivers, it was equipped with restaurants, concert halls, dance floors, and even a colosseum!

At this moment, the dignitaries invited by Sakamoto from all over the Land of Rivers were dancing gracefully on the dance floor to the accompaniment of melodious music.

As for the name of this cruise ship, Sakamoto had dubbed it [Heaven on Earth].

Simu looked at the flickering neon lights and felt the pheromones that were pervasive in the air.

Sakamoto glanced at Simu and clapped his hands.

In an instant, over a dozen bunny girls with revealing outfits and explosive figures appeared before them.

Their fair skin looked somewhat ambiguous under the neon lights, and their bright red, sexy lips were like red flowers blooming against a backdrop of snow.

Their eyes were alluring, and the gentle breeze exhaled from their red lips carried an indescribable sweetness.

"What a Heaven on Earth."