Chapter 792: , If You Want My Life, You Can Have It, But If You Want Money, I Really Don't Have Any

"Snap!"

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

Because the hand he swung out was now firmly held in the hand of the man 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, like iron pincers, still showed no signs of loosening.

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

He then carefully observed the man opposite him who was wrapped like a rice dumpling; when he looked at the eyes the man revealed, his burly body couldn't help but tremble.

Because these eyes didn't look like human eyes.

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

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

"I, I..."

"Spare me, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sky full of crimson "watermelon juice" accompanied by pale "tofu brain" exploded on the spot.

It turned out that a black tentacle suddenly stretched out 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 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 upon seeing the big man die suddenly.

Just being swept by the man's fluorescent green pupils, several people 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..."

Several people begged for mercy one after another, and soon their foreheads were covered in crimson blood 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 tiny 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 Anbu of various ninja villages, followed by some wandering samurai who could use chakra to fight.

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

With the man's keen eyes, he saw 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 masked person 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.

For a dark activity venue like the Underground Exchange, of course, it would not follow the rule of "blood for blood."

But in order to restrict some strong people from killing at will and ruining the exchange's reputation, the exchange also formulated a regulation that anyone who kills in the exchange must pay compensation.

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

Hearing this, Kakuzu's expression turned foul instantly.

Of course he understood the rules, but who didn't know that Kakuzu was the number one "miser" in the Ninja World? Let him do anything, but let him take money...

"His life" is harder!

This statement fits Kakuzu perfectly.

"Life," he wants as much as he can get, but money... ===== CHAPTER 794 =====