Chapter 420: , Life Can Be Given, But Money Is Truly Not Available

"Slap!"

A somewhat dull sound came, and the burly man reeking of alcohol had an ugly look on his face.

Because the hand he had swung out was now firmly held in the hand of the man who was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

He tried hard to pull his arm back, but who would have thought that the hand grabbing his arm was as firm as an iron pincer.

"Bastard!"

The big man cursed in a low voice, but even though he exerted so much force that the veins on his forehead bulged, the man's hands, which were like iron pincers, still showed no signs of loosening.

The big man, who was now more than half sober, realized that he seemed to have kicked a hard nut.

Only then did he carefully observe the man opposite him who was wrapped like a rice dumpling. When he saw that the eyes exposed on the other side were not quite like human eyes, his burly body couldn't help but tremble.

Because these eyes didn't look like human eyes.

In the man's eye sockets, the whites of the eyes that should have been there were pitch black, and the color in the pupils emitted a fluorescent green.

At this moment, these demonic eyes were emitting astonishing killing intent.

"I... I..."

"Spare me, please..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sky-filling crimson "watermelon juice" accompanied by pale "tofu brain" exploded on the spot.

It turned out that a black tentacle had suddenly extended from the man's sleeve, piercing his head in one strike.

This scene made everyone feel a chill.

Some veterans of the exchange had already recognized the man's identity and retreated without saying a word.

"Trash."

"Delaying my time to make money."

The man said in a cold voice, while letting go of the headless corpse in front of him and wiping the flesh that had splattered onto his face.

After saying that, the man swept his cold gaze to the side.

There, several companions who had come with the big man were already scared out of their wits seeing the big man die suddenly.

Just being scanned by the man's fluorescent green pupils, they felt the arrival of suffocating killing intent, and they immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically to the man for their lives.

"My lord, spare us! It was all his fault!"

"Yes, yes! It's all his fault for daring to provoke a ninja lord; he deserved to die!"

"Please, have mercy and spare us..."

They begged for mercy one after another, and soon their foreheads had bloody marks from kowtowing.

Seeing this situation, a flash of boredom crossed the man's eyes.

He really had no interest in continuing to tangle with a few insignificant mortals.

In the Underground Exchange, there were also distinct ranks.

The highest level was naturally the rogue ninjas who could survive the encirclement and suppression of the Mist Anbu of various ninja villages, followed by some wandering samurai who could use chakra to fight.

The lowest were naturally the bandits and thugs like the drunken big man just now, who only knew a little brute force.

With the man's discernment, he could see at a glance that these people were just some unranked bandits and thugs.

So immediately, he turned and left.

Because at this moment, he had already found a better "prey."

But just as the man was about to leave, a person wearing a mask suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Lord Kakuzu, I shouldn't need to repeat the rules."

"Please pay the fine for killing."

The person wearing the mask was a staff member of the exchange.

A place of activity as dark as the Underground Exchange would certainly not follow the rule of "a life for a life."

But in order to restrict some powerful people from killing at will and smashing the exchange's reputation, the exchange had also established a rule that one must pay compensation if one kills inside the exchange.

Of course, the object of compensation was not the deceased, but the exchange.

Hearing this, Kakuzu's expression turned sour instantly.

He naturally understood the rules, but who didn't know that Kakuzu was the number one "iron rooster" in the ninja world? Let him do anything, but let him take money...

"His life" is harder!

This statement fits Kakuzu perfectly without any sense of incongruity.

"Life," he wants as many as he can get, but money...

Immediately, Kakuzu narrowed his eyes and looked at the masked person on the opposite side with full killing intent.

Regarding Kakuzu's threatening gaze, the masked person felt bitter inside. As a "familiar face" who often patronized the exchange,

the masked person naturally knew Kakuzu's background, but the rules were the rules, and he had to come forward to ask Kakuzu for money.

"Lord Kakuzu, you are an old customer."

"You know the rules better than I do. You should be prepared to never be able to enter the gates of the exchange again."

Seeing Kakuzu's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, helpless, the masked person could only escalate, threatening Kakuzu with his qualification to enter the exchange.

Seeing this, Kakuzu retracted his dangerous gaze.

Although he was a money-grubber, the exchange was the only path for Kakuzu to settle down and obtain money.

If the exchange restricted his entry, wouldn't his financial path be cut off directly in the future?

Compared to this meager fine, Kakuzu naturally knew which was more important.

Not just Kakuzu, almost all rogue ninjas, after betraying their villages, could not receive formal missions and could only rely on the underground bounties of the exchange to make a living.

Therefore, the exchange was an existence that rogue ninjas absolutely could not afford to offend.

Immediately, a flash of "heartache" crossed Kakuzu's face, and he unceremoniously reached into his pouch, took out two blood-stained gold bars, and threw them at the masked person.

The masked person took the gold bars and then stepped aside with satisfaction.