Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Mo Mo shuddered, shook his head, and said, "I am not qualified."

After saying that, he held out his hand to Ham and said, "Today's wages."

"Hmph, you annoying brat."

Ham pulled a handful of loose US dollars from behind the bar and placed them in Momo's hand. After Momo put the dollars in his pocket, Ham suddenly grinned and said, "Kid, there's something I haven't told you in two years. Do you know what it is?"

"do not know."

"Logically speaking, after leaving the workshop, you should not only be searched, but also given a bath. But you brat, forget it. Do you expect me to serve you a bath? But don't think that no one knows what you've done."

Mo Mo's eyes widened in shock, and she collapsed to the ground, her body trembling.

"Ha ha!"

Ham grinned at Momo's terrified expression and said, "What's wrong? Scared? Don't think you're so smart. You're just a little brat. But don't worry, I, Ham, won't gossip. Do whatever you want. I'd like to see a father and son turn against each other."

Ham grinned, pulled a booklet from behind the bar, tossed it to Mo Mo, and said, "This is a manual compiled by people who used to be in the gang. I can't understand it, but since you're planning to do this, I guess you can. Take it."

Momo took the booklet, struggled to her feet, looked at Ham, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to tell my father?"

“Tell him? Don’t be ridiculous, haha. He kicked me out of my position and cut off my hand. I wish he were dead right now.”

"Now, I've accidentally discovered that his son is planning to bomb his own father. I'm overjoyed, I'm practically bursting with laughter! How could I possibly report you?"

"I'll even help you. You're planning to disguise the bomb as a gift and give it to your father at the Dragon Head Conference, right? Fine, I can even arrange for someone to personally deliver it to him. After all, it's a gift from his son, so it's only right and proper for him to open it and see it..."

Ham's eyes were bloodshot as he said, "Then... boom... there will be a loud bang, haha, I can even see that beautiful blood flower!"

"Why aren't you saying anything, kid? Scared? Tch, with such a temper, you dare to scheme against your father?"

"But that makes sense. That's how a father and son should be. The father kills his wife, and then the son kills his father. That's how you become a family."

Ham smiled maliciously, looking Momo up and down, and finally said, "Remember this: since I dared to say these things to you today, it means I'm not afraid of any of your actions. Do what you need to do, I won't report you. But I want to remind you, be careful, don't think of yourself as some kind of superhero, you little brat!"

Momo nodded silently, then staggered out of the gun shop, with Ham's unrestrained laughter echoing behind him.

Kuroyukihime followed Mo Mo blankly, her mind filled with disbelief. The brief conversation seemed to have been filled with a huge amount of information, causing her brain to freeze.

However, after following Momo out of the gun shop, the scenery outside shocked her even more.

All around was still a sea of ​​yellow; it seemed Mo Mo's heartache was mostly yellow... That was what Kuroyukihime initially thought, until she looked up...

She saw the sky, a red sky.

The sky wasn't blue, nor gray, nor shrouded in mist; it was entirely red, a rich, blood-red color, as if blood might fall from the sky at any moment.

Red... isn't that also the color of a broken heart?

The red heart wound points to the world, not to any specific person or living environment, but to dissatisfaction and anger towards the entire world.

Is Mo Mo's heart wounded, too, red?

Or perhaps Mo Mo's heartache is a neutral color, like purple?

However, at this moment, Mo Mo's action drew Kuroyukihime's gaze away from the eerie colors around her and back to him.

Mo Mo left the gun shop and turned into a low-lying street corner. His previously stumbling figure seemed to disappear in an instant, and he no longer showed any signs of panic.

He reached into his pocket, took out the pamphlet Ham had given him—the pamphlet on making timing devices—torn it to pieces, and threw it into the trash can.

Then, with a faint smile on his lips, he muttered to himself, "What should we eat today?"

54. Seemingly unrelated people

Kuroyukihime looked at Mo Mo's expression in surprise, watching as the fear on Mo Mo's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a faint smile.

It was as if being bullied by that man named Ham was just an illusion.

Mo Mo's steps were also very light, as if she didn't care about everything that had just happened. Afterwards, Kuroyukihime followed Mo Mo into the supermarket and bought the dinner that Mo Mo had mentioned.

Although Momo lingered for a long time, the few loose dollars in his pockets didn't give him many choices. In the end, he bought mostly hard breadsticks.

After buying the food, Momo paid with loose US dollars. The clerk seemed to be familiar with Momo's situation and, although a little impatient, still counted Momo's change.

Despite buying only the cheapest food, Momo only had a few coins left in his hand.

But all of this seemed unable to affect Mo Mo's mood. Carrying a large bag of food, Mo Mo walked into the distance, humming a lighthearted tune.

Kuroyukihime floated behind Mo Mo, silently watching everything.

Everything around was still yellow, and the sky was still red, when a black shadow slowly drove along the street from a distance.

black?

Kuroyukihime's heart sank. She knew better than anyone what black represented.

Black represents negative emotional wounds, even extreme emotional wounds, which manifest as morbid emotional wounds even in reality.

This is also why she was kicked out of her home in the first place.

Mo Mo... does he also have a black heart wound?

The car pulled up beside Momo and came to a slow stop. The lathe slid down, revealing a person.

Kuroyukihime only knew that he was a person, but she couldn't see his face at all because he was a mass of black, shrouded in countless black lights, and seemed to be a person made of black mud.

Even with Kuroyukihime watching from the side, she could sense Mo Mo's extreme negative emotions towards this person.

"Aren't you coming back yet?"

The man spoke; his voice was somewhat high-pitched, yet steady, suggesting he was middle-aged.

"No need, Dad, I'm doing fine."

Mo Mo answered. She calmly met the man's gaze, her eyes indifferent, devoid of anger or hatred, almost as if she had no emotions at all.

However, according to Momo, this person is his father.

Looking into her father's eyes, there was no emotion?

"You're doing well? You could have been eating and living well, but now you've run to the slums and adopted a crazy woman as your mother? Are you crazy, you bastard? Remember this: your mother is dead. She died when we smuggled ourselves into America."

"Yes, Dad, I remember it very clearly, it was Dad who did it himself..."

"boom!"

Mo Mo didn't finish her sentence before the man punched her in the chest, sending her flying backward and crashing to the ground, scattering bread everywhere.

"If I hadn't done that back then, you would be the one starving to death!"

Mo Mo was panting heavily, his face deathly pale. The man's punch had almost knocked him unconscious.

“I know, Dad, I remember it very clearly. So I owe Mom, and I want to do something about it.”

"But what does that crazy woman have to do with you? He only treats you like a son!"

"Didn't his son die at his father's hands?"

Although Mo Mo's voice was soft, her words made the furious, roaring man pause for a moment, and the deep black seemed to grow even colder.

"Who told you that? Was it Ham?"

“Nobody told me, Dad.”

"Are you trying to atone for my sins?"

“I just want to do something, Dad.”

The man was silent for a few seconds before saying, "If you like that girl who has her freckles removed, I can guarantee she will be your girlfriend. You won't have to go and be her brother."

"No need, Dad, I'm fine."

After being rejected time and time again, the man finally lost his temper and roared, "You bastard, drive!"

The driver naturally didn't refuse, silently started the car, and drove off, leaving behind a child struggling to get up.

Mo Mo calmly got up, her movements still composed, but Kuroyukihime could see Mo Mo's face contorted with pain.

Momo picked up the bread pieces from the ground one by one, took out the pieces that were in direct contact with the ground, and carefully removed the soiled parts, instantly turning a perfectly good baguette into a pitted mess.

Momo didn't waste the dirty part that he wrung out; instead, he put it in his pocket and ate it as he walked, as if he were eating a delicious candy.

After tidying everything up, Mo Mo continued forward calmly, as calmly as a child.

Kuroyukihime covered her mouth, afraid that her soft sobs would disturb Momo. Even though this was a virtual world, Kuroyukihime could feel Momo's pain.

Whether it's psychological or physiological.

"Hey, you little brat, you're late! Huh, look at you, did someone beat you up? Are there any fools on this street who would dare to hit you? Didn't you make the guy who tried to hit you beg for mercy?"

Momo arrived at a small apartment, turned around and went inside. In the center of the park, a homeless man, dressed in rags and smelling of foul odor, was lying by the fountain.

However, the homeless man seemed to know Momo quite well.

"What are you talking about, Uncle Bob? Who do you think I can beat? The older brothers and sisters on this street don't hit me because I'm young, right?"

"Young? Haha, they beat up even toddlers who can barely walk, why would they spare you? What kind of place is this? There's no one alive in this neighborhood who isn't connected to gangs. The old ones are old bastards, the young ones are young bastards, they're all bastards!"

"Am I an asshole too?"

“You’re not a bastard, you’re a little devil in a child’s skin! The kids on this street may only have muscles, but they’re not stupid. Even with human instinct, they can tell who they can mess with and who they can’t.”

Momo sat down next to Bob the homeless man and said, "Then isn't that even stranger? I'm so young, what is there that I can't mess with?"

"It could be a rabbit or a mouse, or it could be a scorpion. Hey, don't think I'm a homeless man and I don't know what you're up to. I can see through your underhanded tricks."

"Then please, Uncle Bob, have some decency. I'll bribe you with half a loaf of bread?"

"Only half? You're still so stingy!"

Bob didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up half a baguette and started eating it, the crumbs covering his filthy beard, making him look disgusting.

Momo, however, didn't seem to care and asked, "Where's Kate?"

"That slippery guy took him away. I really don't know how you know him. He's a tabloid reporter. Aren't you afraid of being corrupted by him?"

Momo shrugged and said, "He likes Kate, not me... Ah, Kate!"

As if he had seen something, Mo Mo stood up excitedly. It was the first time that Kuroyukihime had seen a happy smile on his face.

"Wang!"

A dog barked from afar, followed by a white and black blur that suddenly pounced on Mo Mo, knocking her to the ground and licking her face fiercely, seemingly venting its loneliness from not seeing her for a day.

"Good afternoon, Master. It's nice to see you again. Kate and I had a great time playing together, and I even treated her to a hot dog, so you can feed her a little less now."