The group of Curse Users led by Linghua was making a deal with another band of Curse Users, hoping to improve their chances of escaping capture by Jujutsu Society.
The secluded storage warehouse was dark, damp, and deserted.
The other party opened a leather case and inspected the sheets of black talisman paper inside. Satisfied with the goods, he had his subordinate hand over the cash.
Linghua shook hands with the middle-aged man, successfully concluding the deal.
All they had to do now was wait for the ship to dock in Nagasaki the next morning, then disembark and leave.
Just then, the warehouse door was kicked open, and the Curse Users immediately went on guard.
Against the dim light, they could make out two figures.
"This is so annoying. Why do I have to run into this stuff even on vacation?"
Satoru Gojo sounded deeply displeased, his voice carrying a chill.
Linghua frowned. Had that pretty young lady failed, or had the cursed tool simply not worked?
What a waste of such a pretty face. She couldn't even seduce a man.
At that moment, Linghua had no idea that her deal would have gone off without a hitch, because Satoru Gojo had been too lazy to interfere while on vacation.
But she just had to think herself clever and meddle, provoking someone she should never have crossed.
"Six in total."
Holding Miwa Chisei's hand, Satoru Gojo slowly descended the steps. Then, in the gloomy light, the Curse Users saw a pair of blue eyes.
"Satoru Gojo from Jujutsu High!"
"Run!"
These people knew their limits. After all, he was famous throughout Jujutsu Society, so naturally, they wouldn't fight him head-on.
Beside Satoru Gojo, Miwa Chisei plucked out a few strands of silver hair and blew them into the air.
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