I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

Tsk!

Fu Heishen took the money and left. That brat has really gone against the heavens; he actually dared to threaten him.

"Fu Hei, are you really planning to retire from this life?"

Kong Shiyu looked at Fu Heishen'er, who was still carrying vegetables, and fell silent. Was this still the fearsome sorcerer killer, Tianyu Tyrant?

"It's not really a business; I do things for money. Gojo Satoru is my sugar daddy now."

Fuheshen ordered a table full of dishes; since a sucker was treating him, he naturally had to eat something good.

I'll pack some more food to take home later. I won't have to cook lunch; I can save the food for dinner and save money on groceries.

The money saved can be used to buy alcohol. That little brat won't have anything to say now.

"Are you still taking on missions? I have a few missions that would be perfect for you."

Kong Shiyu thought that since Fu Heishen was so idle that he was a stay-at-home husband, he still had time to take on a part-time job.

He probably wouldn't refuse a large sum of money if it only took a little time.

"I'm busy, find someone else," Fuheshen said without looking up, as he swept all the meat off the table.

"What are you busy with? Being a babysitter?"

Kong Shiyu glanced at the ingredients he had placed aside. He would rather cook at home than go out and earn money.

"I need to keep an eye on those little brats; that's what the sugar daddy wants."

Fukuro Jinji doesn't pick and choose jobs; anyway, Gojo Satoru gives him ten million every month.

His job consisted of either teaching physical education to a few kids at the vocational college or looking after a few young children at home, which was quite easy for him.

"I see."

Kong Shiyu understood what Fu Heishen'er meant; he didn't plan to take on any more missions, which was no different from retiring from the criminal world.

“Fu Hei, since you’re not planning to take on any more missions, then just live a good life and be nice to Xiao Hui.”

Kong Shiyu and Fuhei Shen'er have a long-standing friendship, dating back to the Zen temple and now Fuhei. They can be considered friends.

He still hoped that Fukuro could pull himself together and live a good life with Megumi.

If Hui's mother hadn't passed away, their family would probably be very happy now.

"Oh, you care so much about that brat, shouldn't you step in and help him improve his life?"

After eating and drinking his fill, Fu Heishen leaned back lazily in his chair and reached out his hand to Kong Shiyu.

Kong Shiyu: ? ? ?

Fuheshchen earns far more money than he, the middleman, so why is he asking him for money?

"You're not even buying cursed tools anymore. Gojo Satoru pays you so much salary every month, where does it all go?"

Kong Shiyu was puzzled and confused, as he hadn't seen Fu Heishener at the casino recently.

"Anyway, I don't have any money, so are you going to give it to me or not?"

"You're Hui's elder, so shouldn't you give her a small gift?"

Fu Heishen urged impatiently, as he still had to rush back to deliver food to those little brats.

"Okay, but this is for Xiaohui, so don't use it to gamble."

Kong Shiyu transferred 100,000 yuan to Fuheishenkali, after all, he was just an intermediary and didn't earn much money.

"When did you become so stingy?" Fuheshen said with disdain.

Ten thousand yuan isn't even enough for him to gamble twice. Has Kong Shiyu fallen on hard times?

"Please, I'm just a middleman, I make money by taking a cut."

Since you, the top assassin, aren't taking on any more missions, I'll naturally earn less.

Kong Shiyu couldn't help but roll his eyes. Did Fu Heishener think that everyone could do missions as easily as he did?

Fuhesh was his cash cow, and now that his cash cow is gone, he's making less money.

"Tsk, they're gone."

Fu Heishen picked up the groceries he had bought and the food that had been packed from the store, got up and left, no longer paying attention to Kong Shiyu, who was disheveled in the wind.

Kong Shiyu: ...

Why did he come to see Fuheshchen today?

Not only did these tasks fail to sell, but the meals I paid for were also left uneaten, and I even lost 100,000 yuan.

Not only did Fuheshchen eat there, he also packed the food to take home.

Wasn't Gojo Satoru supposed to be very generous? Why does he look so poor?

Gojo Satoru: I really am very generous!

Megumi Fushiguro: Big brother is so generous!

Fuheishen: Tsk!

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"Jay, I heard that this place has really good edamame puree and cream daifuku, but there are so many people queuing up."

Gao Zhuanwu and Xia Youjie rushed to Sendai immediately after completing their mission, all because Gao Zhuanwu wanted to buy desserts.

"Indeed, but is it really that delicious?"

Xia Youjie was a little surprised. He didn't really like sweets, but he didn't dislike them either.

But isn't this line a bit excessive? There are dozens of people ahead of them in line...

"Of course, desserts are the best...food in the world."

Gao Zhuanwu's voice gradually became hesitant from its initial high pitch.

"Jay, isn't that Brother Wu?"

Gao Zhanwu saw the people inside the dessert shop through the glass. Who else could it be but Gojo Satoru?

"Yes, wasn't the director's department supposed to be very busy? What's he doing here?"

Shoko said in the group chat that he was so busy every day that he was nowhere to be seen, and the General Manager's Office had also implemented many new policies.

So he's leisurely eating dessert here? Is this what he calls being busy?

"Come on, let's go in."

Gao Zhuanwu and Xia Youjie walked through the crowd into the store and sat down opposite Wutiao Wu.

"So you've been secretly eating alone! Aren't we still your precious babies?"

As soon as Gao Zhuanwu sat down, he started meowing angrily, completely oblivious to the stares of those around him.

Xia Youjie noticed the gazes around him and silently covered his face. "What the hell, my dear, does Wu even know how to use words?"

“But I’m eating it openly and honestly, not secretly,” Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly.

"Hmph! I don't care, you have to compensate us. You'll take care of our tasks for the next week."

Regardless of whether Gao Zhuanwu's behavior was aboveboard or not, the fact remains that he ate all the food himself.

“That’s right, Wu is right!” Xia Youjie nodded in agreement; he also wanted to take a vacation.

“No problem, you all say you’re my precious darlings, of course I have to spoil you,” Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

When he got back, he told Kamogawa to cancel their tasks for the next week and reassign them to others.

The Kyoto school isn't short-staffed; isn't that Zen-in family member over there? Let him do it.

Gao Zhuanwu was delighted and began to quickly devour the desserts on the table.

Xia Youjie noticed a small plush toy on the table, a cat doll with wings, which was orange in color.

A question arose in his mind: When did Wu start liking yarn toys? And why does he carry them around?

666 sighed as it felt Xia Youjie's gaze. It was just a plush toy now, why was he staring at it?

If those two hadn't come, it would still be happily eating its share of ice cream.

If it hadn't reacted quickly and pretended to be dead, they would have seen it eating ice cream.

Xia Youjie was even more puzzled. He saw an ice cream placed next to the doll, and it looked like it had been touched.

Does this mean that Wu didn't come alone? Usually, it's girls who bring dolls, right?