"..." Satoru Gojo half covered his mouth, his expression dark.
Then he actually laughed. "Ha. So those bastards are still pulling this crap." His voice was ice cold.
Masamichi Yaga was deeply worried. "Satoru, are you all right?"
"Relax, Mr. Yaga. I'm perfectly calm." Every drop of blood in Satoru Gojo's body was boiling, but none of it showed on his face.
Compared with Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, who mingled with all sorts of people in the Time Vessel Association, took this revelation in stride. He had long since abandoned his sympathy for ordinary people.
He clapped his hands and laughed. "Monkeys always have countless clever tricks when it comes to persecuting their own kind. Even curse users can't compare."
His tone was filled with disgust. Looking down on non-sorcerers did not mean he liked this sort of behavior. If anything, Suguru Geto despised it even more than the others did.
Despite Suguru Geto's biting sarcasm, the government representatives from the Bungo Stray Dogs world had no rebuttal.
Ango Sakaguchi pushed up his glasses and said helplessly, "This is a societal problem." It was not something a minor official like him could interfere with.
For Satoru Gojo, clearing every cursed spirit out of the area was no difficult task. At most, it was a little tedious.
He crushed the last Grade 3 cursed spirit, then followed An Xinyi, who had been waiting quietly for him, to their destination.
Satoru Gojo stared, dumbfounded, and even began to stammer.
"W-why are we coming somewhere like this?!" His eyes all but said, I never knew you were this kind of person, An Xinyi.
An Xinyi remained perfectly calm. "I told you. To sell medicine."
"Here?!" Satoru Gojo's voice cracked at the end.
"Yes."
Satoru Gojo was so awkward he could barely bring himself