Boss, Is Your Liquor Free? / I Have Professional Ethics, but He Paid Too Much

I choose euthanasia.

Katoru Hatsunoya stiffly raised his head, revealing a very awkward smile, "Sister, quickly help me pick up the blanket!"

"Hmm? Sis, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let me help you stand up?" Senbu asked curiously.

"Um... could you please pick up the blanket for me first!" Katoru Hatsunoya was almost in tears.

Senbu had no idea what kind of predicament her older sister was facing, and she insisted on helping her sister up first.

"Qian... Senbu, don't move, don't..."

Katoru Hatsunoya was forcibly pulled up by his younger sister, and at that moment, the button on the back of his swimsuit flew off with a "pop".

Next, Katoru Hatsunoya left a shadow on Yamabuki Chidori that she could never erase for the rest of her life.

Puff!

Blood was gushing from Yamabuki Chidori's nostrils like it was free!

What is marvelous? This is marvelous!

Flawless! Not a single stain!

A poem says:

Three thousand miles of barren land are covered in snow, while two red plum blossoms bloom on the branches.

The ravines and valleys conceal no path; mountains shift and peaks rise, inviting you to come forth.

Yamabuki Chidori felt that her life had been worthwhile!

Before I could even express my feelings, everything suddenly went black, and my head was immediately covered by a blanket.

Then, fists and feet rained down on him from all directions like a storm, as if they wanted to knock him unconscious!

"Wait, wait! I didn't see anything! Don't do anything!" Yamabuki Chidori shouted.

Then, the blanket over his head was pulled away and draped over Katoru Hatsunoya.

Katoru Hatsunoya's face was so red it was almost bleeding.

By the time Yamabuki Chidori realized what was happening, all the girls around him were glaring at him fiercely.

"Why... why are you all looking at me like that? It's not my fault! Senbu, this should be your problem, right?" Yamabuki Chidori directly shifted the blame onto Senbu.

As a result, Yamabuki Chidori's head was held down by Unohana.

"You better apologize to me properly," Unohana said with a helpless expression.

Yamabuki Chidori could only say "I'm sorry" in a very serious tone, and then silently added in her heart, "You'll do it again next time."

In that situation, not looking would make you unmanly!

I even got beaten up!

Yamabuki Chidori looked helpless.

Just then, a cold wind blew in, and dark clouds appeared in the sky. The weather in August is like a child's face, changing in an instant.

The girls noticed something was wrong with the weather and were getting ready to pack their clothes and go home when a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.

In just two or three minutes, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall from the sky with a pattering sound.

"It seems we have to call it a day, girls, let's go home!" Unohana said.

Chapter 228: Boss, is your wine free?

Rain, heavy rain.

The raindrops pattered on the lake's surface, creating a sound like the most beautiful music in the world. Yamabuki Chidori gazed at the lake, filled with emotion.

The girls packed their clothes and prepared to go home. Unohana reminded them to be careful and not to have any accidents.

After packing their clothes, the girls said goodbye to Yamabuki Chidori and the Captain and left one by one. Only Katoru Hatsunoya seemed to still be in the shadow of the guild's death.

Yamabuki Chidori walked over and whispered to comfort her, "You don't need to be so discouraged. I didn't see anything, really, you can ask them if you don't believe me!"

Saitō Fubōfu rolled his eyes. "I don't believe you! Your nosebleed was gushing out that far, I don't believe you didn't see anything."

With everyone's comforting words, Katoru Hatsunoya finally regained a little bit of his senses, looking at Yamabuki Chidori with a resentful expression.

Finally, Katoru Hatsunoya and his younger sister Senbu also left the lakeside, leaving only Unohana, Yamabuki Chidori, and others.

"Alright, we can go home now!" said Yamabuki Chidori. This swimsuit party was definitely worthwhile; it was a worthwhile trip.

Just as the group was braving the rain to head back, suddenly, Yamabuki Chidori spotted another small black dot on the other side of the lake, slowly approaching.

"What's wrong?" Unohana asked curiously, while Yamabuki Chidori just stared at the small black dot in the distance with a slight frown.

The small black dot drew closer and closer, and when it got a little closer, everyone could see that it was a small boat with a person sitting on it, wearing a straw hat, leisurely rowing in the rain.

"It's nothing, let's go!" Yamabuki Chidori gave the man a deep look, then left with Unohana, Saitō Fubōfu, and the others.

The man moored his small boat by the lake, carrying a bundle, and walked to the shore. He happened to pass by Yamabuki Chidori and the others. They exchanged a glance, but nothing happened.

Yamabuki Chidori smelled a strong stench of blood on the man, indicating that he had just committed murder.

However, I don't want to get involved in other people's business right now. Let's wait until the body is discovered!

Unohana narrowed her eyes, looking at the man in front of her. He was in his twenties, with a delicate and feminine demeanor, and seemed to be a young master from a noble family.

However, his clothes were dusty and worn, and it was clear at a glance that he did not live a wealthy life. This young man passed by the crowd as if nothing had happened.

The rain soaked the bundle in his hands, Unohana saw red liquid seeping from the bundle and dripping into the soil.

Unohana had killed countless people in her life, and she could tell at a glance that the dripping red liquid was blood, and that the bundle contained a human head.

Since fully merging with the Hollow Power, Yamabuki Chidori's senses have been enhanced, so she could smell the man's bloody scent from a great distance.

However, everyone is out having fun today, and Rukongai is such a big place that murders like this happen every day, they can't possibly manage it all.

They all turned a blind eye and let this noble-looking man walk past them.

"Alright, let's go home. What do you want to eat tonight?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.

Looking at the gloomy, rainy weather, Unohana, "Let's have hot pot tonight!"

This kind of continuous rainy weather is perfect for hot pot. Just now, while I was playing, Yamabuki Chidori caught two fish, so I'll cook them in hot pot tonight.

The man wearing the straw hat left without looking back, as if he hadn't heard a word the others said.

Despite the heavy rain, the man in the straw hat walked carefully along the muddy lakeside without an umbrella or raincoat, his straw sandals adding to the dread.

Judging from his expression, he wasn't afraid of the rain, but rather afraid of ruining his straw sandals that he had been wearing for decades.

He walked all the way to a distant village, where everyone was huddled in their rooms because of the heavy rain. The man went to the village's only tavern.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" the owner asked warmly.

The man in the straw hat pondered for a moment and then asked, "Boss, what's free here?"

The tavern owner's face stiffened, cursing inwardly, but seeing the man carrying a sword, he dared not offend him and could only smile and say, "The only thing we offer free here is well water!"

"Then give me a bowl of well water!" the man in the straw hat said casually, then leaned against the side and listened to the sound of rain outside.

The boss cursed under his breath, but business people have to learn to smile, so he could only pour a bowl of well water and place it on the table.

The man in the straw hat picked up the bowl and sipped the well water little by little, as if it were some kind of nectar. To him, everything free was the best and should be cherished.

After finishing his bowl of well water, the man in the straw hat handed the bowl over. "Boss, another bowl, please."

The tavern owner sighed and shook his head, "Guest, would you like some side dishes? We have the best pickles here..."

"Is it free?" the man in the straw hat asked.

"Well... of course it's not free!" the shop owner said, looking quite embarrassed.

"No, thank you." The man in the straw hat refused outright. When the second bowl of well water was served, he still drank the slightly bitter water with the same caution.

The shop owner sighed inwardly, but since it was raining heavily today and there didn't seem to be many customers, he decided to keep him company.

Just as I was thinking this, a series of hoofbeats came from outside the door. A dozen or so samurai on horseback arrived in front of the inn through the rain, dismounted, and strode inside.

The owner was overjoyed to see a customer and hurriedly went to greet him, "What would you like to eat, sir?"

The leader of the horse team had only one eye and one ear, and a fierce expression. When he saw the boss walking over, he glared at him fiercely with his one eye.

The boss was so frightened that he quickly retreated.

Several samurai rushed into the tavern, neither drinking nor eating, but instead walked towards the man in the straw hat who was listening to the rain.

The tavern owner then realized, "Is this going to be a fight? This is just a small business! Who's going to pay for the tables, chairs, pots, pans, and other utensils if they get damaged?"

However, looking at these samurai with swords in front of him, the boss remained huddled in the kitchen with a bitter expression, too afraid to come out.

The one-eyed man approached the man in the straw hat and sat down opposite him without any hesitation.

"You've arrived early!" the one-eyed man said coldly.

The man in the straw hat looked at the rain outside and took a sip of well water. "If we had come later, we wouldn't have been able to get such a good spot."

"Stop your nonsense. Where's the person I told you to kill?" the one-eyed man hissed.

"What about the money we agreed on beforehand?" the man in the straw hat asked.

Chapter 229: I have a high level of professionalism, but he gave me too much.

The one-eyed man tossed a cloth bag from his arms. The bag hit the table with a thud, and the contents inside sounded heavy.

The man in the straw hat reached out and opened the cloth bag. Seeing that it was full of money, his previously lifeless eyes lit up. He poured out the money from the bag and counted it one by one, very carefully. Only after counting the last copper coin did he nod in satisfaction. Not a single coin was missing. Not bad.

The man in the straw hat casually tossed his bundle over; the bundle was still dripping blood. The one-eyed man hurriedly opened it, and upon seeing that it indeed contained the head of his mortal enemy, he burst into laughter. "Great! This guy is finally dead!" Suddenly, the one-eyed man's quiet voice trailed off, and he asked warily, "Did the other man utter that old cliché of 'double the price for my head' before he died?"

The man in the straw hat shook his head. "He didn't say those words before he died."

The one-eyed man was relieved. According to rumors, the man in the straw hat never lied, so it seemed he could now rest easy.

"He paid three times the amount!" the man in the straw hat suddenly said.

The one-eyed man's smile vanished abruptly, and he suddenly drew his sword, but the man in the straw hat was faster; with a flash of cold light, the straw hat man's sword was already pressed against his neck.

"Ōtōgawa Utsugi! You dare kill me?" the one-eyed man roared. "If you kill me, who will dare hire you to kill people in the future!"

Ōtōgawa Utsugi had a faint look of worry on their faces. "Of course I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. He gave me just too much!"

With a flash of light, the one-eyed man's head flew into the air, blood spurting out.

The tavern owner was so scared he wet himself; someone's going to die!

The one-eyed man's henchmen drew their knives, ready to avenge their boss. Ōtōgawa Utsugi carefully put away their blood-stained bundle as if it were a precious treasure, then said without looking up, "I don't kill for free. Please don't make things difficult for me."

However, many of the people who frequent Rukongai are fearless and charge forward with their swords drawn. Ōtōgawa Utsugi shook his head helplessly, and when he looked up again, his killing intent burst forth!

A moment later, apart from the owner, only Ōtōgawa Utsugi remained alive in the tavern.

"I told you, I don't like killing for free, why won't you listen to advice! Sigh!" Ōtōgawa Utsugi lowered their heads and began to search the corpses, finding all the money on them, then stripping off their clothes one by one, and also finding knives and swords, which were very valuable.

After confirming that these people were of no value, Ōtōgawa Utsugi happily left with their belongings.

I'm planning to find a place to sell all these things; I think I can get a lot of money, right?

Yamabuki Chidori and Unohana braved the rain to return home and prepare hot pot for dinner.

But during the meal, another person appeared at the table: Shūtara Senjumaru.

"What are you doing here? I remember the shop should provide meals, right?" Yamabuki Chidori looked at Shūtara Senjumaru with curiosity.

Shūtara Senjumaru looked calmly at Yamabuki Chidori: "After dinner, come with me to test the strength of the improved Shinigami Uniform. I believe we will succeed this time."

Yamabuki Chidori had absolutely no choice but to agree to this woman's request.

After finishing their meal, the two of them went directly to the underground training ground to conduct experiments. Shūtara Senjumaru looked at the underground training ground with a surprised expression, never expecting that Yamabuki Chidori would actually create such a place underground.

Shūtara Senjumaru brought with him the latest improved Shinigami Uniform.

"What should I do now?" asked Yamabuki Chidori.

Shūtara Senjumaru said, "You just need to put on your clothes. You don't need to do anything else. The clothes will absorb your Reiatsu and naturally activate the defense mechanism."

Yamabuki Chidori dressed with a mixture of doubt and skepticism, then looked at Shūtara Senjumaru: "Are you sure you're confident this time? It won't be the same as last time, will it?"

Shūtara Senjumaru nodded vigorously, then raised his sword and slashed down without hesitation.