Rule Added Successfully!

Rule Added Successfully! In the past, Hiromi Higuruma was always the star child in the eyes of others.

He excelled in his studies, possessed extraordinary intelligence, and easily gained admission to the University of Tokyo—a feat others could only dream of—becoming an alumnus of Light Yagami.

He had known long before that the country's law served the wealthy, so after graduation, he did not join a high-end law firm, choosing instead to become a public defender.

At that time, he harbored a genuine desire to petition for the people.

Yet... exactly when was it that he began to grow cowardly?

Right, it was case after unfair case that made his heart gradually grow quiet.

He stopped believing in the law, and he stopped believing that he could defeat this corrupt country, which was why he fell.

In a daze, Hiromi Higuruma seemed to see his younger self.

That version of himself who refused to flow with the secular current, who was unwilling to help the rich and preferred to litigate for the poor.

A tear quietly escaped Hiromi Higuruma's eye.

He tightly closed his eyes.

Hiromi Higuruma's entire display entered Kinji Hakari's eyes.

A surge of joy rose in his heart.

Could it be that he had actually persuaded the man!

He looked expectantly at Hiromi Higuruma.

"You, do you have anything to say?"

"I have nothing more to say. Please make it quick!"

"Make your grand dam what?!"

Kinji Hakari burst out laughing.

It was not out of happiness, but because he was laughed to the point of anger.

When it came to Hiromi Higuruma, Kinji Hakari truly had no tricks left.

He could not figure out how to comfort the man so that he could walk out of his despair.

At this very moment, Hiromi Higuruma lay on the ground silently weeping, while Kinji Hakari stood panting heavily.

Ah, what a truly tragic pair of star-crossed lovers.

Silence spread through the theater.

Kinji Hakari stood in place, watching Hiromi Higuruma lying on the ground with his eyes closed, momentarily not knowing what to say.

He scratched his head, scratched it again, and finally squatted down altogether.

Kinji Hakari sighed.

"Hey, I'm telling you... do you feel like you're utterly hopeless?"

Hiromi Higuruma did not answer, merely silently turning his face to the side.

"I'll tell you, I've seen people a hundred times more hopeless than you." Kinji Hakari sat flat on the ground. "Do you know how many people I saw lose everything to gambling back when I ran the underground casino?"

"That's on them."

"Yeah, that's on them." Kinji Hakari nodded. "But do you know why they gambled even when they knew they'd lose?"

"Because they felt that the next hand would win it back." Kinji Hakari grinned. "Pretty crazy, right?"

"Indeed crazy."

"But aren't you the same?" Kinji Hakari suddenly wiped the smile from his face. "You gave up the law, you gave up your faith—isn't it because you felt you couldn't win? You surrendered outright without even having the courage to place a bet."

Hiromi Higuruma's heart shook.

"I'm not..."

"You're not what?" Kinji Hakari interrupted him. "You didn't surrender? Then what are you doing lying here right now? Enjoying the floor?"

Hiromi Higuruma attempted to say something, but did not know how to begin.

Kinji Hakari stood up, patting the dust off his pants.

"Do you know why I opened a casino?"

Before Hiromi Higuruma could answer, Kinji Hakari continued.

"I opened a casino because I didn't want to be like those old fogies in the Jujutsu Society, putting on airs all day to maintain some bullshit order."

"The higher-ups of the Jujutsu Society, those old men, how are they any different from the judges you encountered?"

"They make the rules, then break the rules themselves; they suppress whoever disobeys, and eliminate whoever threatens their status."

"I didn't want to keep working for them anymore, so I ran away."

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Hiromi Higuruma slowly sat up, looking at Kinji Hakari.

"So you opened an underground casino to rebel against them?"

"Not really. It's because I wanted to make money."

Hiromi Higuruma was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

"I really still hate your kind of person."

"Pretty much, I don't like elites in suits like you either."

Hiromi Higuruma looked down at his own hands.

These hands had once argued for countless people in court, had once leafed through tens of thousands of pages of legal documents, and had once written pleading after pleading.

Yet these hands could only hang down helplessly in the face of those unjust verdicts.

"Can I really change anything?" Hiromi Higuruma muttered to himself.

"Who knows." Kinji Hakari shrugged. "But at least you'll change something if you do it, right?"

Without waiting for Hiromi Higuruma to react, he reached his hand straight out toward him.

"Hey, Higuruma, hand over the points."

Hiromi Higuruma looked at the hand extended toward him, remaining silent for a long time.

"I still refuse."

"Ha?!" Kinji Hakari nearly jumped up. "Are you out of your damn mind, man?! I said all that and you're still refusing?!"

"Because what you said has nothing to do with whether I give you my points."

Hiromi Higuruma stood up, brushing the dust from his suit.

"You talked me into it. I'll keep being a lawyer."

"Isn't that great then! So hand over the points already!"

"However." Hiromi Higuruma straightened his tie. "I don't like your attitude."

"You don't respect me, you're asking a favor of me, you didn't even use the polite form once, and you said the word 'you' forty-one times since you entered the theater."

An ordinary person might get angry facing this kind of situation.

But who was Kinji Hakari? He was a scoundrel!

Hiromi Higuruma's words right now meant that he was willing in his heart to give him the points; it was simply that the other party needed to gain the upper hand in the conversation.

As for something like saving face, Kinji Hakari had never cared about it.

He looked joyfully at Hiromi Higuruma.

"Are you planning to give the points to me, sir?"

Hiromi Higuruma looked at Kinji Hakari with an ordinary expression, his gaze devoid of a single trace of refusal.

Seeing this, Kinji Hakari let out a loud laugh, immediately executing a Japanese ninety-degree bow full of artisanal spirit.

"Onegai! If we don't have points, watashi won't be able to save people! Please lend the points to us, sir!"

Hiromi Higuruma raised a hand toward Kinji Hakari.

"Very well, I've lent them to you."

Tokyo No. 1 Colony.

Just as Panda was worrying over whether Kinji Hakari could get the other party to hand over the points, the appearance of a sound made him instantly relax.

Every player's Golden Bug was seen automatically flying out.

[Ding-dong, ding-dong! A player has added a new rule to the Culling Game.

Rule 9: Players can transfer any amount of score to other players.]

"It worked? It worked!"

Panda raised both paws in joy.

Although he didn't know who pulled it off, Panda had a premonition in his heart that this rule was added by someone on Kinji Hakari's end.

Not only were Panda and Yuji Itadori excited, but even the circle of ordinary people beside them jumped for joy.

Because all of them lacked points, and the rules of the Culling Game had always been a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

Now that points could be transferred, didn't that mean they no longer had to worry about being eliminated due to a lack of point changes?!

Yuji Itadori happily looked at Jie Jian.

"Uhm, Big Brother Jie, points can be transferred now. Could I ask you to lend us some points?"

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