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

Gojo told Gin not to worry about it and then put it out of his mind.

As for whether the person looking for him is Bai Lan, we'll know when 666 returns.

Hehe~ If Bai Lan wants to find him, then she should try her best. Anyway, he's unlikely to take the initiative to find Bai Lan.

Bai Lan: 〒_〒 Waaaaah, my teacher doesn't love me anymore~

Gin: "..." Now that things have come to this, he should go and kill Bourbon first.

Bourbon: So? Am I destined to die?

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A month later, when Gojo Satoru saw Gin again, he found him injured and radiating an unpleasant aura, as if someone owed him money.

"What's wrong? Did you fail to collect the debt?"

Satoru Gojo stood on a chair, reached out and poked the wound on Gin's arm, and asked with a grin.

Despite his usual cold demeanor, Gin's emotions are very stable; even when he's angry, he doesn't express it as clearly as he does today.

"Huh? Someone actually borrowed money from Mr. Kurosawa and dares not pay it back?"

Xia Youjie casually remarked, "Not that I'm saying anything, but who would dare to owe money to someone like Kurosawa Jin, who always dresses like a gangster?"

Wait a minute, Mr. Kurosawa seems to be involved in organized crime. Anyone who dares to owe him money and not pay it back is a true hero.

"Heh, don't bother with me. What are you guys up to at this hour? Don't you have class tomorrow?"

Gin got angry at Gojo Satoru's carefree attitude; this guy really didn't care about his own life.

Gojo told him not to worry about that matter, but he couldn't really ignore it.

If others were to find out about such an astonishing thing as rejuvenation, it would surely cause endless trouble.

Gojo Satoru is very powerful, but a person's energy is limited. Can he fight against the whole world by himself?

Ordinary people might just laugh it off and forget about things like rejuvenation, but it's a different story for those in power and influence. A seemingly plausible but ultimately false rumor can make those big shots flock to it.

Here, we can take a look at their boss's purpose; the drug the organization has been researching explains everything.

The Black Organization's ability to grow to such a massive size and remain standing is not solely due to its wealth; it also relies heavily on the support of powerful figures behind the scenes.

Bourbon knows too much; he won't be at peace until this man is dead.

During his absence, he even delegated the organization's missions to others, all in order to assassinate Bourbon.

But Bourbon was a bit lucky; he was assassinated fifteen times in that month, and he escaped each time.

Yesterday, it looked like the bullet was about to hit his heart, but he suddenly slipped and fell, narrowly escaping death. What incredible luck!

Although Bourbon didn't get away with it in the end, he was shot back and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bourbon is indeed a bit strange; he always manages to avoid fatal wounds, which is definitely not a coincidence.

Since he couldn't be killed, the assassination attempt had to be suspended for now, but he would have Vodka keep a close eye on him.

Bo, covered in injuries and mentally exhausted, Ben: "..." I'm speechless. Which lunatic is targeting him?

Sue, bewildered, suddenly found herself with a bunch of new tasks: "..." So... Gin pushed these tasks onto me to free up time to assassinate my best friend?

"Hmph! The master is really annoying; his words are not pleasant to hear at all."

Gojo Satoru's smile vanished, and he mumbled something under his breath.

Going to school is annoying enough, but this excuse prevented me from going out and having some fun at night, which made it even more annoying.

No wonder Gin has no friends; with that mouth of his, who would want to be friends with him?

"Ahem... Wu, let's go back to sleep."

Natsume tugged at Gojo Satoru's sleeve. For some reason, he always felt a sense of déjà vu when facing Gin, as if he were facing Yomo-sensei, and then he would feel uneasy.

The main problem is... those two haven't been doing anything good lately. If Satoru hadn't secretly switched the guardian's phone number in the teacher's hands with Vodka's, Gin would probably have already come back to kill them.

When Wujiao Wu was pulled by Xia Youjie, he remembered what they had been doing lately, and instantly gave up his idea of ​​causing trouble.

"Hmph... We are all obedient children, we go to bed on time, you don't need to urge us."

Vodka, who was huddled up in the corner, was horrified when he heard those words.

Obedient? Good boy? What do these two words have to do with Gojo Satoru?

He hadn't even gotten off the chair when he said that. Is his act of poking his older brother's wound just now considered well-behaved?

It wasn't just Gojo Satoru; he originally thought Xia Youjie was a well-behaved and gentle child. But as it turns out, birds of a feather flock together, and those who can play with Gojo Satoru can't be that good.

Xia Youjie: Tsk! My reputation has been unfairly damaged.

Gojo Satoru: Hey! Jetsu, just keep pretending!

Ever since he started taking care of these two little devils, he has been receiving all sorts of phone calls every few days, including but not limited to calls from school teachers, students' parents, amusement park managers, and even the police.

He could understand if they were naughty at school and got called in by teachers and parents, but why did they manage to break the rides at an amusement park?

Not to mention spending all his time at crime scenes. How come he never noticed that Beika Town was so unsafe before? You can encounter a case every few steps you take outside. Is this a paradise for criminals?

The most outrageous thing was the call he received from the traffic police a couple of days ago, instructing him to take Wu Tiaowu, who was riding an elderly woman across the road, back for a good scolding and education. He even got a lecture from the traffic police.

Yes, you read that right. It was riding an old lady across the road, not helping her across. At first, he misheard and thought the child was being sensible and doing a good deed. Well... let's not talk about it.

Gojo Satoru: Hmm~ She's older and I'm younger, we're a group that respects the elderly and cares for the young, didn't you say we didn't cross the street? (Sound of self-righteousness)

Grandma: "..."

Traffic police: "..."

Vodka: "..."

Xia Youjie: Cough cough... Actually... things aren't what everyone thinks... Wu is usually a bit unreliable, but he really wouldn't go so far as to bully an old lady.

The truth is that the "old lady" was actually Kaito Kid, who was scouting the place when he was recognized by Satoru, which led to the bizarre incident of a primary school student riding an old lady across the road.

Kaito Kid: Wait, what did I do to deserve this? Even if I disguised myself as an old lady, it's not a crime, is it? Has anyone spoken up for me?

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"You haven't found anyone yet?"

"No, Dazai-kun, it seems your information isn't very accurate."

Byakuran sat arrogantly in the position of the Black Organization's boss, while Karasuma Renya sat listlessly in a wheelchair.

"Oh my~ Byakuran-san, what are you saying~ My information is never wrong, but you... are you really serious about looking for someone?"

A glint of light flashed on Bai Lan's right middle finger's Marai Ring, followed by a screen appearing in mid-air.

The young man appearing on the screen had black hair and iris-like eyes, with a faint smile on his lips; it was none other than Osamu Dazai.

Byakuran rubbed the ring on her hand and said with a smile, "Oh dear~ Didn't Dazai-kun say that this Black Organization is the biggest power in this world?"

If the teacher is really here, I'll find him sooner or later.