At the bottom of the deep pit, the mud and gravel trembled slightly under the violent pressure.
Senju Kenya's flip-flop, which was perched on Kakuzu's chest, didn't move an inch.
Instead, in rhythm with his speech, he subtly pressed his toes downwards.
"Creak... Crack!"
The crisp, cracking sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring amidst the deathly silence of the torrential rain.
Kakuzu's last remaining core heart emitted a desperate, agonizing cry from deep within his chest, on the verge of exploding!
Large spurts of black blood and gastric juices gushed from the corners of his mouth, staining the mud on his chest a filthy mess.
"Old Frankenstein's monster, my patience is running out."
Kenya, with a white jade pipe between his teeth, had a chillingly mocking glint in his eyes.
"I'll count to three."
"Either you obediently hand over your bankbook, land deed, and passwords."
"Or, I'll just stomp your heart meridian and then take the merchants to the Land of Grass and the Land of Lightning to blow up all your safes."
Kenya exhaled a thick cloud of blue smoke, his smile cruel and domineering:
"Anyway, whoever gets those bearer notes keeps them."
"If you die, I won't get a single penny less, and I'll even save some money on your funeral expenses."
These words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering the last bit of stubbornness that Kakuzu was clinging to!
The man in front of him wasn't discussing things with him at all.
He really dared to stomp on his heart!
"Let... let me go!!"
Kakuzu let out a shrill, hoarse scream, his eyes bulging out, his voice completely distorted by extreme pain:
"I'll surrender... I'll surrender everything!!"
Get your stinky feet off me!
Upon hearing this roar, Kenya slowly pulled his flip-flops back.
"That's right, a wise person knows when to yield."
Kenya stood on the dry rocks at the edge of the pit, looking down with his arms crossed.
"Hurry up and hand it over, don't try anything funny. If you're missing a bankbook, I'll snap your neck right here and now."
Kakuzu, sprawled in the mud Kakuzu, coughed violently.
His whole body twitched wildly, like a vengeful ghost pulled from a vat of boiling oil.
His aged face, covered in stitches, was now etched with indescribable pain and humiliation.
Hand over the bankbook.
For Kakuzu regarded money as his sole faith, this was a thousand times more painful than having his skin peeled off alive!
But he had no way out.
If you lose your life, you truly have nothing left.
"Rip--!"
Under Kenya's icy gaze.
Kakuzu trembled as he stretched out his withered left hand and viciously tore open the black flesh on his abdomen and inner thigh!
What's truly chilling is...
Deep within those dense, intricate black lines of Earth Grudge Fear, several tiny cavities were hidden, sealed with special grease and wax!
Kakuzu, blood and tears streaming wildly from the corners of his eyes.
He pulled out three specially made black iron wax-sealed scrolls that were firmly locked by black Chakra runes from his own flesh and blood!
And two small keys forged from top-grade Chakra mithril, engraved with top-secret black market codes!
"Clatter."
The scroll lay on the muddy ground, still stained with warm, sticky blood.
Kakuzu's hands were pressed tightly against the scroll, his knuckles white, his nails digging deep into the mud, he was like a madman, unwilling to let go:
"This... this is all my savings..."
Kakuzu's voice trembled almost pleadingly, his eyes bloodshot:
"The Third Vault of the Land of Grass, the Secret Gold Shop of the Land of Lightning, the Underground Bank of the Land of Hot Water..."
"It's all in these three volumes of the secret manual!!"
" Yosuke, get to work."
Kenya didn't even bother to bend over; he simply waved towards the top of the pit.
Kato Yosuke, holding a black umbrella, led two financial elites from the chamber of commerce and nimbly jumped into the deep pit.
Yosuke pulled out two pairs of snow-white gloves from his pocket and put them on.
Pick up a bottle of medical alcohol, spray it on the scroll, and wipe it clean.
Then, he took out a single-lens magnifying glass and an abacus, sat cross-legged on the muddy ground, and began to verify the information at lightning speed!
"Click, click, click!"
The abacus beads collided wildly between Yosuke's fingertips, moving so fast they almost left afterimages!
Less than five minutes.
Yosuke suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, shining through his glasses, gleamed with a wild, wolf-like elation!
"Boss! Verification complete! All are genuine and valid maximum-limit passbooks from major banks and the underground black market in the Land of Fire!"
With a trembling voice, Yosuke quickly reported the accounts:
"Bearer gold delivery order from the Land of Grass's treasury, 80 million taels!"
"Top-grade collateral certificate from the black market bank of the Land of Lightning, worth forty million taels!"
"The underground accounts and various secret receipts for profits in the Hot Spring Town of Land of Hot Water total 35 million taels!"
Yosuke took a deep breath and pushed his glasses up sharply:
"Total amount -- a full 155 million taels of silver!!"
One hundred and fifty-five million taels!
A whopping 100 million in pure working capital!
Upon hearing this definitive figure, Zabuza Momochi, standing at the edge of the pit, felt his eyelids twitch wildly and gasp.
This old man has such an outrageously thick belly!
"Excellent, truly excellent."
Kenya took the three heavy golden secret scrolls from Yosuke and patted them in his hand like bricks.
Then, with an extremely natural movement, he stuffed it into the pocket of his floral shorts.
However, Kenya's gaze did not turn away.
His gaze swept over Kakuzu's torn inner pocket.
"Etc."
Kenya forward, bent down, and forcibly pulled out several crumpled small-denomination silver notes from Kakuzu's inner pocket.
Five thousand taels? Ten thousand taels?
Right in front of Kakuzu, Kenya stuffed the last few coins he had left to buy cigarettes into his pocket.
Even the coin pouch hanging from Kakuzu's waist was snatched off by Kenya, who weighed the dozens of coins inside.
"Don't waste your spare change when you're out and about. I'll save it to buy Naruto an ice pop when we get back to the village."
A complete and utter confiscation of their property!
Not a single copper coin was left for that old monster!
Kakuzu stared blankly at his empty hands, then at his completely emptied pockets.
He collapsed completely into the mud, like a soulless zombie.
One hundred years.
A full hundred years!
He hunted down missing-nin throughout the entire Shinobi World, doing the dirtiest and most dangerous jobs for various factions.
He scrimped and saved, not even willing to buy a new trench coat, Earth Grudge Fear black thread.
A staggering fortune that they had painstakingly accumulated.
Today, on this muddy and narrow mountain road, it was completely looted by Senju Kenya in just a few minutes!
Despair and grief tore at his internal organs like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart!