A fine drizzle shrouded the narrow, secluded, muddy mountain path on the border of the Land of Rivers.
"Crunch, crunch..."
Thirty enormous horse-drawn carriages, each laden with tens of thousands of kilograms of gold and bearer bonds.
Due to the excessive load, the sturdy axle crushed two deep ruts, several feet deep, into the muddy ditch.
The lead guard suddenly pulled on the reins.
"Halt! All personnel on high alert!"
The convoy came to a sudden stop.
In the middle of the narrow mountain pass ahead, all that could be seen was...
A cold wind swirled the withered yellow leaves, and two tall figures, dressed in black trench coats with red cloud patterns and wearing white cloth and wind chimes hanging from their heads, appeared.
One on the left and one on the right, like two vengeful ghosts reaping lives, they blocked the only way out.
The clear, mournful sound of bells echoed along the desolate mountain path.
"Hey, Kakuzu..."
The figure on the left suddenly lifted his straw hat, revealing a head of short, silver-white slicked-back hair and a pair of purplish-red eyes filled with madness and bloodlust.
Hidan slung the three-month scythe, which was over two meters long, jet black, and wrapped with scarlet blood grooves, over his shoulder with one hand.
He grinned widely and let out a deafening, maniacal laugh:
"I told you I smelled a strong stench of blood when I went out today!"
"Look who's sitting in the front of that car?!"
Kakuzu, standing on the right, didn't even acknowledge his partner's maniacal laughter.
His dark green eyes, hidden beneath his hood and dark green mask, were now fixed intently on the heavy iron crates in the convoy, their gaps revealing a dazzling golden light!
And every carriage is covered with anti-counterfeiting seals exclusive to the Underground Exchange!
Kakuzu's heart pounded wildly, and he was almost overwhelmed by ecstasy.
"These... these are gold bars and bearer notes from the headquarters of the Bounty Station?!"
"Not only is the target Senju Kenya, here..."
Kakuzu's withered, bony hands pressed tightly against the abacus at his waist, his eyes gleaming with a greedy, cold light that seemed to burst from their sockets.
"He actually pulled out the entire reserve funds from the Bounty Station's main vault... all of them?!"
"A head is worth 700 million, and the cash in this car is worth at least 3 billion!!"
"A deal worth a full forty billion taels of silver!!"
For Kakuzu regards money as his sole faith.
It was as if God had dumped a mountain of gold into his arms!
"Four billion?! I don't care how many billions!"
Hidan spat impatiently, reached around and pulled out the black triangular necklace of Jashin hanging around his neck, kissing it passionately:
"The dozens of people present today are all the most perfect living sacrifices for the great Lord Jashin!"
"Especially that arrogant brat named Senju Kenya!"
Hidan wielded his massive, scarlet Triple-Bladed Scythe, creating a chilling whistling wind:
"I'll drain every last drop of his blood, draw it on a cursed magic circle, and let him taste the ultimate ecstasy of having his internal organs pierced through! Hahahaha!"
"Brush!"
The black iron greatsword shot through the air and slammed heavily into the mud!
Zabuza Momochi took a half-step forward, his expression icy cold, while Haku silently tucked several shimmering ice Senbon between his fingers.
"Boss, be careful."
Zabuza lowered his voice, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes:
"That black cloak with red clouds... it's 'Akatsuki'!"
"A terrifying organization composed entirely of the top S-rank missing-nin from various ninja villages!"
"Those two guys are no less infamous in the black market than Orochimaru!"
On the roof of the car.
Senju Kenya chewed the last bite of beef jerky in his mouth.
He patted his stomach, stretched comfortably, and lightly jumped down from the several-meter-high carriage in his flip-flops.
"Clatter."
Flip-flops splashed mud into puddles, sending up a few specks of mud.
Kenya, shirtless and wearing large floral shorts that swayed in the rain, with a white jade pipe between his teeth, swaggered to the front of the two armies.
He exhaled a puff of blue smoke, sizing up the two " Immortal Duo " who were famous in the original work.
There wasn't a trace of tension in his eyes, as if he had been ambushed.
Instead, he resembled an old man picking and choosing vegetables at a market, his face full of undisguised mockery and ridicule.
"Who would dare to block our way?"
Kenya picked at his ear with his little finger and scoffed disdainfully:
"So they're two laid-off workers from the Akatsuki."
"A miserly old man whose clothes are stitched up like rags and whose only concern is saving for his funeral."
"Another young man who carries around a broken sickle all day long, spreading feudal superstitions everywhere."
Kenya took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke directly into Hidan's face.
"What? You two ugly bastards think you can squeeze that 700 million bounty out of me?"
This was an extremely malicious and blatant act of mockery.
In an instant, Hidan, who considered himself an apostle of the gods, was completely broken through his defenses!
A violent killing intent burst forth from the sky in an instant!
Hidan swung his crimson, blood-red Triple-Bladed Scythe with one hand, pointing it at Kenya's nose, trembling with rage:
Hidan: Lord Jashin will punish you.