Kuroda After reading those two lines, my legs were empty, and I held on to the corner of the table to avoid falling over.
The words Orochimaru were on the front page, and the heavy breathing could be heard clearly in the room.
Everyone in Shinobi World knows what that scientific madman is capable of, so who dares to treat this newspaper as a tavern rumor?
There is also an inspection stamp of Hokage Building printed on the last page of the newspaper. The ink color is so new that it is eye-catching.
Kuroda released his palm and slid the newspaper back to the table.
Dahe Long snatched it away, shook his head, and looked at the front page.
"Impossible... How can we come up with a replacement in less than three months!"
After saying the words, he opened the copy of the contract in his arms and suddenly remembered the small line of text on the last page.
His hands were no longer in control, and he turned the page twice before he was able to pull it away. His fingernails tore off the corners.
When his eyes fell on the end of the contract, he even forgot to blink.
The last page of the contract states: If Land of Fire has technical replacement materials within three months, the buyer can unilaterally terminate the contract without obligation and the deposit will be fully refunded.
On the day he signed the contract, he had seen this and thought that the generous young man didn't understand mining.
How can substitutes for minerals such as Marrowstone Sand, which are in urgent demand, appear within three months?
"If substitute materials appear within three months, the buyer will have no obligation to terminate the contract and the deposit will be fully refunded..."
Dahe Long read out the line of words, his voice broke, and the sounds of the words were broken into pieces.
Kuroda also saw it.
The color on his lips was gone, and he was shaking his hands back and forth on the edge of the table, unable to even form a complete sentence.
Money House That two-cent profit, the mine and the permanent mining rights, the fleet and the branch, as well as the production capacity for the next ten years, are all tied together at this moment.
The mine carts on the street and the Marrowstone Sand in the warehouse were also hung around their necks.
Those Ore Sand only have a column of wasteland in their accounts, and they are not even worth the wages of the porters who brought them out of the city.
The two finally understood that the day the deposit was credited, they had stepped into a hole dug by others in advance.
The room was empty for three breaths, and no one spoke first.
The creditors held their knives in front of them and slowly moved the tip of the knife towards the table.
"Money back."
Money House The boss put the tip of the knife on the table.
"Refund today. If you lose one ticket, I'll pay for it with the lives of your whole family!"
Dahe Long Before he could figure out what to fill the hole with, a fishy-sweet feeling rose up in his chest.
He gasped, his chest hurt, thick blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole piece fell on the newspaper.
The blood soaked through the paper and spread to the last page of the contract, staining the line of exemption clause red.
Kuroda held on to the edge of the table, the acid water in his stomach dripping from between the fingers covering his mouth.
The two of them couldn't hold their knees up on the ground, so they knelt down into the expensive carpet one after the other, and into the black ashes emitted from the charcoal basin.
There was only retching in their throats. After a while, Kuroda screamed first.
Ten miles away, wind and snow rolled over the ridge.
Walking up the snow-covered hillside at night, my pace slowed down a bit.
System prompts popped up one after another, and the numbers were turned over so fast that even his eyelids jumped twice.
[Ding! Complete cognitive collapse from the Wind-Earth Trading Alliance chief Dahe Long and Despair Points, +680000!]
[Ding! The soul trembling and bankruptcy fear value from the Wind-Earth Trading Alliance's second character Kuroda, +540000!]
[Ding! Additional settlement from two people, +520000!]
[Ding! From the collective Despair Points of all Wind-Earth Trading Alliance managers and creditors, +440000!]
Ye Qing clicked his tongue and pulled the bamboo hat down.
The Tobi lying on his shoulder dutifully sent the screen back to the inn. After reading it, a smile appeared on Ye's lips.
"This round ended beautifully."
He looked towards the end of the snowy curtain, and his words showed a bit of leisurely ease.
"Dahe Long and Kuroda have probably never seen such exciting short selling in their entire lives."
Obito tightened the pure gold abacus in his arms, his palms full of sweat.
Ye's detached look sent a chill down his back, and the abacus almost slipped from his fingers into the snow.
In the hotel suite, one of the creditors reacted first, pushed through the crowd, and rolled downstairs.
"Konoha is no longer accepted! Alternative materials are out!"
"Go and sell mining tickets! Marrowstone Sand has become a wasteland!"
The shouts spread along the wooden building to the long street.
The bidding sound at the street stopped, and people holding mining tickets all over the street stood in place, and no one moved first.
After three or two breaths passed, someone began to cry and howl, and soon after, the street was in chaos all the way to the end of the street.
The sky-high price of the mining ticket was thrown into the slush, and the soles of the shoes were stepped on one after another, and the paper was turned into a ball in the blink of an eye.
Countless pairs of red eyes pounced on Money House, their fists and knife handles hit the door so hard that it shook, and Money House's door closed in the crowd.
No one is looking at the mine carts piled up in the long street. Even the hemp ropes tying the carts are more valuable than the ore in the carts.
[Ding! The collective panic and cognitive collapse value from Land of Birds Black Market, +3260000!]
Kakashi looked back and saw the smoke rising from the city, and the breath in the mask was confused for a moment.
He straightened his gold-rimmed turquoise glasses and didn't speak for a long time.
Ye took out the communication scroll from his sleeve and sent the last order to ANBU who stayed behind.
"According to the plan, we will acquire their bad debts and mines with a 10% discount on the deeds."
"First, let's cash in those civilian depositors who have never touched the mining tickets."
"You can't break even a pound of food and medicine from the south of the city."
He put away the scroll, listened to the system prompts that were still beating, turned around and stepped into the wind and snow.
"When these gamblers wake up from their dreams, let's go back and slowly collect the mines."
In the hotel suite, the wind and snow outside the door poured in along the broken door shaft.
Dahe Long hasn't wiped off the blood on his face, and his chest is throbbing badly.
Kuroda held on to the edge of the table and retched, the acid water burning in his stomach dripping all over the floor.
Creditors are impatient to wait.
The gang of loan shark desperadoes looked at each other and slowly moved the blades in their hands towards the two people on the carpet.
There were about twenty people crowded in the room, and the weapons were long. The slightest movement made the sound of iron friction.
Boss Money House stepped on the shredded paper on the ground, and the scabbard pressed heavily on Dahe Long's shoulder, and the flesh on his face kept trembling.
At the same time, the tip of the knife in his hand lifted up and hooked Kuroda's collar.
"Don't pretend to be dead."
Money House Boss gritted his teeth and said, "Today I will spit out a lot of them! Either give me money or give me your life!"
Several guards at the door reluctantly pulled out the Ninja Sword and stood in front of the two of them, but their feet had already instinctively moved back.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the corridor, and someone shouted at the top of their lungs that mining tickets should not be smashed into their hands.
Taking advantage of the moment when several creditors were distracted, Dahe Long's eyes quickly turned around.
"Stop them! Block a knife for me, and I will reward him with the entire warehouse in the east of the city!"
Dahe Long shouted the promise loudly, but the movements in his hands were extremely cruel.
He grabbed the loyal guard in front of him by the collar and pushed him towards the knife edge.
The guard was pushed and staggered, his face was full of shock, he didn't even shout a word, his ribs had been stabbed through by the boss Money House's knife on the spot.
Kuroda responded equally surprisingly quickly.
With a strong heart, he grabbed the clothes of the other two people accompanying him and pushed them forward, pushing them directly into the crowd of creditors, while he hunkered down and ran to the side.
"Stop them!"
Money House Boss's knife was stuck in a human bone and could not be pulled out for a while.
The screams instantly echoed in the empty room.
Dahe Long grabbed the expensive Taishi chair, rounded it and smashed it against the side window.
There was a loud crashing sound.
The ice edges and window frames shattered, and the cold wind filled the entire suite with snow.
Two fat men in their fifties climbed out of the window sill one after another and fell into the snowdrift in the backyard.
It rolled down seven or eight feet and hit the wall before stopping.
Kuroda When I got up, my mink fur was scratched and one of my shoes was missing.
He ignored the search and stepped into the slush and gravel with his frozen bare feet, which was so painful that he almost cried on the spot.
He grabbed Dahe Long's sleeves, and using their hands and feet together, they ducked into the dark alley next to them that was so narrow that only one person could pass.
Behind me came the shouts of the creditors and the muffled sound of the scabbard hitting the window frame, which was soon swallowed up by the wind and snow.
The two giants who were still making waves in the long street yesterday did not even dare to look back and fled deeper into the darkness with all their lives.