Night fell.
The abandoned unfinished building, forgotten by all, was like a patch of wasteland, exuding an air of desolation and decay.
Yet the several hundred people who had suddenly poured into the area brought long-lost life to this barren place.
But—
The surging bloodlust, the heated emotions, the vibrant lives.
All withered away like dying flowers at this moment.
Thud, thud...
Across the grounds, the sounds of heavy bodies hitting the ground rang out one after another.
The two Shadow Clones controlled by Moyu moved through the crowd like ghosts, reaping lives.
This group of people who had come for the seventy-billion bounty had no discipline or coordination whatsoever. Before the Shadow Clones' attacks that blended into the night, they could not muster even the slightest resistance.
Before long, they would come to deeply understand one thing.
That seventy-billion bounty...
Was nothing more than a soul-snaring chain.
Yet people like them would continue to appear without end.
Because money would become the force driving them forward.
Moyu controlled the Shadow Clones as he spoke with Ging on the phone, harvesting these vicious people who wanted to take his head.
"Let's hear the good news first."
Hearing Ging offer him a choice, Moyu wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but he still went along with it.
Ging said seriously, "The good news is that you 'might' not need to sneak across the border. That way, at least you won't have to worry about Chairman Netero tripping you up."
"Might?"
"Yes, might."
"What happened?"
Rather than dwelling on the implications of that word, Moyu wanted to know why they would not need to sneak across the border.
When Ging heard Moyu's question, his voice came through the phone.
"That's the bad news I was about to tell you. Recently, large-scale disappearances