Mass Production

The space ahead suddenly twisted slightly.

Fang Xu appeared out of thin air.

All the Flying Thunder God Short Swords floated neatly behind him.

Kakuzu forcibly halted his steps.

His feet plowed two deep furrows into the ground.

He glanced at Fang Xu, then at the bloodstained short swords.

"I admit defeat."

Kakuzu did not form any hand seals.

Nor did he unleash Earth Grudge Fear.

"I'm giving up on this bounty."

"As long as you let me leave, I won't accept any missions related to you in the future."

Fang Xu did not draw his sword.

"How much do you think you're worth?"

Kakuzu's expression darkened slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Your life."

Fang Xu looked at him.

"You should be quite wealthy."

Kakuzu became even more wary.

After living for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered someone measuring his life in money.

But circumstances were stronger than him.

"I can compensate you."

"Name your price."

Fang Xu smiled.

As expected.

To Kakuzu, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem.

"I don't want your money."

Kakuzu frowned even more deeply.

"Then what do you want?"

"Work for me."

Fang Xu raised a hand and recalled all the short swords.

"I'm preparing to build a commercial network that covers the entire Shinobi World."

"Spicy strips, Nutritional Agents, Recovery Potions, medical formulations, and other special goods will all be mass-produced."

Kakuzu did not relax.

"You want me to sell things for you?"

"Not sell."

Fang Xu shook his head.

"You'll manage it."

"Workshop production, raw material procurement, trade route transport, financial settlements, Black Market channels—all of it can be handed to you."

"I'll provide the exclusive formulas."

"You'll be responsible for selling the goods across the Five Great Nations."

Kakuzu had