The entire underground cavern hall shook violently, and stalactites rained down on the ground.
The cave entrance, which had just been blasted apart by a single punch, was swept by howling winds, and a cloud of lime dust poured in.
Deep inside the hall, the one-eyed manager behind the counter stood frozen in place.
The abacus in his hand, which he had used for decades, fell to the ground with a "clatter" amidst the tremors, scattering the beads all over the floor.
Around them stood twenty-odd elite assassins from the Underground Exchange heavy armor, each gripping their Ninja Blade tightly, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.
The smoke and dust broke through.
A figure wearing a floral shirt and brightly colored floral shorts, along with flip-flops, Earth Flow in.
Behind him.
Zabuza Momochi carried a heavy black iron sword as big as a door, his expression grim.
Fifty thugs from the Chamber of Commerce, dressed in sharp black suits and wearing sunglasses, carrying steel crowbars and large animal skin sacks, filed in and quickly sealed off all the escape routes!
When they saw the white jade pipe in the mouth of the young man in the lead, and his chiseled face, they realized...
The cold sweat on the one-eyed leader's forehead instantly poured down like a burst dam!
"Thousand... Senju Kenya?!"
The person in charge's voice was completely distorted with extreme terror, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets:
"The number one on the bounty list... the Iron Fist Emperor?!"
Kenya didn't treat himself like an outsider at all.
He slowly Earth Flow the heavy bluestone counter that was originally used to weigh the heads of corpses.
With a leap, he landed squarely on the counter.
His flip-flops swayed in mid-air, a white jade pipe between his teeth, and he exhaled a thick, domineering puff of smoke directly onto the one-eyed leader's forehead.
"Smack!"
Kenya pulled the crumpled 700 million tael bounty notice from his pocket and casually slapped it onto the ledger.
"Shopkeeper, in business, we believe in cash on delivery, and honesty with everyone, young and old."
Kenya flicked his cigarette ash, a kind smile spreading across his lips:
"I heard your Bounty Station has a whopping 700 million listed, trying to take my head from the entire Shinobi World?"
Kenya pointed to his neck, his tone as sincere as an honest old farmer settling a payment for goods:
"I'm always efficient, and I understand how hard it is for you assassins to travel."
"Today, I'm personally delivering my head to your door."
"Your head's right here, it's the real deal, hurry up and pay me that 700 million in cash."
The one-eyed leader nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot!
I was completely stunned by this outrageous and illogical logic!
Home delivery?!
What kind of person with a bounty on their head would actually risk their life to storm the headquarters of Bounty Station to withdraw their money?!
Is this some kind of delivery? This is clearly the King of Hell himself coming down to copy the Book of Life and Death!
"Move him! Take him down! Go collect the reward!"
Several oblivious guards from the Bounty Station, blinded by greed for seven hundred million taels, roared and drew their swords, lunging forward!
However.
Before they could even take two steps...
"Call--!!"
A massive black iron sword, as heavy as a small mountain, tore through the air, creating a violent whirlwind!
"Pfft! Boom!"
Zabuza Momochi didn't even use Ninjutsu; with a single sweep of his arm, his sheer monstrous strength smashed the heavily armored assassins, sword and all, into a shower of blood and gore!
It was imprinted firmly on the rock wall behind us, and we couldn't pry it off!
A strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the hall.
The one-eyed leader's last shred of hope was utterly crushed into dust in that instant!
"Thump!"
This Bounty Station tycoon, who had dominated the black market of the Shinobi World for decades, suddenly collapsed to his knees and knelt down behind the counter!
He clutched his head tightly with both hands, tears and snot streaming down his face with cold sweat, and wailed loudly:
"Boss! Emperor! Let's talk this out! Don't fight! Please don't fight!!"
The person in charge pointed to the shelter emblem above their head, their voice piercingly mournful:
"Our Underground Exchange just a middleman platform that takes a 10% commission! We really don't mean to kill you!"
"That 700 million was a deposit from Danzo's henchmen and old nobles; it has absolutely nothing to do with our Bounty Station!"
"Intermediary?"
Kenya chuckled and looked down at the one-eyed old man kneeling at his feet:
"Aren't intermediaries liable for guarantees? Has your business license been approved by Konoha?"
"Illegal fundraising and plotting to assassinate Konoha's senior security chief—do you understand what that means?"
Kenya put away his pipe, dusted off his hands, and was too lazy to listen to this old rascal's nonsense anymore.
He turned his head and snapped his fingers at Kato Yosuke, who was standing outside the door:
" Yosuke, take the men in to check the accounts and withdraw the money!"
"Yes, sir!"
Kato Yosuke adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a cold smile playing on his lips, typical of a professional robber.
"Men! Start smashing!"
Fifty thugs in black suits rushed in, wildly swinging their heavy iron crowbars and sledgehammers!
"Clang! Rumble!"
The Xuan Tie vault door, located deep within the hall and supposedly capable of withstanding B-rank Ninjutsu bombardment, couldn't even withstand a minute of the impact from several tons of black iron machinery. It was pried into a pile of scrap metal on the spot!
Three deep and magnificent underground treasure chambers were completely exposed to everyone's eyes!
Boxes upon boxes of standard gold bars cast at high temperatures, stacks of anonymous high-denomination gold notes exuding the scent of ink, and mountains of rare Chakra gems!
"Move it! Fill it all up!"
The thugs in black, their eyes gleaming, brandished large sacks and specially made leather suitcases, swarming out like locusts, greedily carrying away the vast reserves of black gold accumulated by the Bounty Station over hundreds of years!
Thirty enormous wagons were loaded so much that their axles groaned under the strain!
The one-eyed leader knelt on the ground, his heart aching so much he gasped for breath, but he didn't dare utter a sound.
Half an hour later.
In front of the main hall of the Bounty Station, which had been completely looted.
Kenya one hand in the pocket of his floral shorts, chewing on some top-quality beef jerky he'd scavenged from the private kitchen of the Bounty Station, and wearing flip-flops, Kenmi led the team away contentedly.
However.
As the fully loaded transport convoy entered a dark, muddy, and narrow path on the border between the Land of Rivers and the Land of Fire...
Two figures dressed in black trench coats with red cloud patterns and wearing straw hats stood quietly in the middle of the road.
Kakuzu and Hidan intercepted Kenya on the path.