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You bunch of bastards, believe it or not, I'll kill you all tonight.

Am I really dressed out of style?

Yamabuki Hanajin flicked her black organization uniform and said, "Why don't you try wearing black? I think you'd look great in black."

Although Mr. Fanze was arrogant and domineering in his heart, he actually acted submissive and obsequious.

"Um... I'm going out for a bit, I might be back a little later."

As he spoke, Mr. Fanze sprinted straight to the clothing store.

"Damn it, how dare they say my clothes are old-fashioned? These people have absolutely no taste. But... but that black trench coat is really cool..." Mr. Fanze muttered to himself.

Just then, he unknowingly arrived at an old clothing store.

"Sir, welcome to our clothing store. We have all kinds of styles here. Do you like ripped jeans? We have first-hand stock, I guarantee you'll like them." The store manager smiled and took out a pair of jeans.

Mr. Fanze pointed tremblingly at the ripped hole in his jeans: "I can understand the rip, but why is there so much blood next to the rip? And this shirt too."

"I already told you this is first-hand. I took it directly from the dead body right away. Don't worry, I've cleaned these items that are imbued with the spirits of the dead. They're guaranteed to be clean. Only 10,000 yuan!" the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Ten thousand yuan? Why don't you just rob someone?"

The store manager's face instantly darkened: "Then... one thousand yuan."

"So cheap! These things must be problematic, right? Never mind, boss, I'd like to buy a black trench coat. I wonder if you could sell it to me?" Mr. Fanze asked expectantly.

The store manager's expression immediately changed: "Young man, you're still young, you absolutely cannot wear black clothes. Did you just move in with Mihua? Don't you know about Mihua's curse? Anyone who wears black clothes will be targeted by death. Many people have suffered mental breakdowns because of this. I advise you to be careful!"

But Mr. Fanze still bought a black outfit.

He instantly felt like the coolest guy on the street.

At this moment, Yamabuki Hanajin was holding a camera and watching this scene.

"Conan, it's your turn to shine. Show us the oppressive power of the Grim Reaper!"

Before Conan knew what was happening, he was kicked out of the bushes.

However, this person actually dared to wear black clothes in front of me; he was incredibly audacious.

Wearing this outfit in Mika means either a member of the Black Organization or a criminal.

with no exceptions.

Mr. Fanze never imagined that he would be targeted by death because of a piece of clothing.

As soon as I stepped out of the store, I felt a chilling aura lock onto me.

"Something's wrong, this feeling is wrong. It seems like if I make even the slightest mistake, I'll be killed by something. Why is this happening? Is this the curse of death?" Mr. Fanze trembled all over.

"Where is this gaze coming from? I can't find it at all. Forget it, I'll just find somewhere to take off this black trench coat." Mr. Fanze persisted for a few seconds before giving up and immediately darted into the nearby shopping mall. However, the terrifying gaze did not disappear and continued to stare at him silently.

However, less than a minute after he entered the mall, the mall exploded.

Conan immediately jumped up: "There's absolutely no mistake, that man is the one who planted the bomb. He must be a member of the Black Organization. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will not let you go."

The curse of death has reached its peak.

Before Mr. Fanze could even take off his clothes, he saw the crowd rushing out frantically, and with no other choice, he could only follow the crowd.

As soon as he left the mall, he was stopped by a large group of police officers.

"Sir, please show me your identification. If you don't cooperate..." Amuro Tooru smiled as he chambered a bullet.

At this moment, Mr. Fanze was utterly desperate.

Are these the police in Beika City? Their sense of smell is incredible! I haven't even committed a crime, and they've already arrested me.

Wait, right, I haven't done anything yet. I'm a law-abiding citizen, so why should I be afraid?

"I'm sorry, I'll cooperate, please don't hurt me. I'm just a pitiful, weak, and helpless law-abiding citizen!"

……

shame!

To grovel before the police is utterly disgraceful.

In the end, she was bailed out by Ms. Yamabuki.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really so sorry. I never expected to trouble you with something like this." Mr. Fanze said dejectedly.

Yamabuki Hanakami could no longer bear to look at this person.

“I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but you should just go home and be honest. This criminal line of work isn’t for you. Go find a job, and you’ll definitely become an outstanding employee,” Yamabuki Hanajin sighed.

These words, which sounded comforting, struck Mr. Fanze like a thunderbolt.

"Is this line of work unsuitable for me? Is this line of work unsuitable for me? I'm the one who has to find the answer, how can you say that to me? I'm so heartbroken!" Mr. Fanze knelt on the ground and wailed.

"Alright, I'll give you a little hint," Ms. Yamabuki suddenly said. "The person you're looking for has actually been right in front of you all along. Okay, that's enough hints. It's getting dark now, I'm going to a bar to have some fun. Goodbye!"

Looking at the unstoppable Yamabuki Hanajin, Fanze's eyes were filled with despair.

It was already dark by then. Mr. Fanze was thirsty and tired, and he wanted to have something to drink, but the supermarket was already closed.

"What kind of lousy place is this! Shouldn't convenience stores be open 24 hours a day? This place is even worse than our rural area!" Mr. Fanze roared.

At that moment, two cars drove up from a distance, and many people got out of the cars, carrying guns.

"Big brother, we've pulled off a big heist this time. How are we splitting the money?"

"Divide it up? All the money is mine, you can just die!"

That's right, Fan Ze ran into a gang fight right after leaving the police station.

"What a lousy place! I want to go home! I'm not playing anymore!"

Chapter 807 (Main Text 810) Mr. Fanze, who has reformed his ways

Mr. Fanze cried.

Why is reality so cruel? He had just left the police station when he encountered a gang shootout.

He could only hide in a corner, trembling with fear. If these gangsters found him, he would be dead for sure.

In his final moments of despair, he hid in a convenience store, where the store manager was a very surreal-looking old woman.

"Young man, I can tell you're new here. Surviving in this city is very difficult; buy a submachine gun for self-defense." The old woman pulled back the curtain, revealing a gun on the wall...

It is all kinds of firearms.

Is this...is this really just a small shop?

Is rice cake going to be this outrageous?

"It's not expensive, only 500,000." The old woman rubbed her hands together with a smile.

"But...but...what if we get caught by the police?"

"Then I recommend you buy a kitchen knife. For just 100,000 yuan, you can guarantee your safety, and the quality is guaranteed at a low price," the old woman said with a smile, trying to persuade you.

To ensure his own safety, Mr. Fanze used the money he earned from his part-time job to buy a kitchen knife.

"I can also recommend a bar for you. You can go there to relax. It's safe." The old woman covered her face and closed the roller shutter door.

After leaving the convenience store, Mr. Fanze suddenly realized something.

"Why would I spend 100,000 yuan on a kitchen knife? Wouldn't it have been better to just go to a regular convenience store? Holy crap! I've been ripped off for 100,000 yuan! You bastard, open the door!" Mr. Fanze shouted as he turned around.

The result almost alerted the triads at the street corner.

In the end, having no other choice, he went to a bar to drown his sorrows.

When they arrived, they discovered that the alcohol here was very cheap, costing only 100 yen.

"Great, Mihana finally has a normal place." Mr. Fanze bought a glass of wine.

I was thinking of going back to sleep after finishing this glass of wine.

Then starting tomorrow, I will work hard, find my enemy, and personally kill him to avenge him.

"Please pay the bill."

"Hmm, the total bill is one million yen. Would you like to pay by card or cash?" a woman asked with a smile as she walked over.

Mr. Fanze froze instantly.

He stiffly looked up at the woman in front of him.

"You just said this glass of wine cost a million? Are you kidding me? It clearly says a hundred dollars there!" Fan Ze shouted.

"Sir, you may have misunderstood something. The hundred dollars there doesn't refer to a hundred dollars for a cup, but rather a hundred dollars for a drop," the woman said with a smile.

"This is extortion."

"Yes, I'm extorting money from you." The woman's true colors were revealed.

Fanze finally realized the reality of Mihua.

No wonder the murder rate is so high here. Good people can't survive here; only the most ruthless and vicious can. Since that's the case...

I don't need to feel any guilt if I kill you.

Just as Fanze reached for the knife, he suddenly realized something.

"My wallet...my wallet is gone! That damned old hag, so you're all in cahoots. So that's how it is! Today I'm going to wipe out Mihua!" Fanze finally couldn't take it anymore.

Erupted.

He drew his knife with practiced ease, but when he met the guns of the two burly men in black directly, Fan Ze knelt on the ground with an even more fluid motion.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. My wallet was stolen. Could you give me a few more days?"

A true man can bend and stretch; it's not shameful to try to survive.

This place, Mihana, is so dark, I really can't stand it for even a minute longer.

I must go home after I leave this bar.

I'm not playing anymore.

"Bill, please!"

Just then, a clear, melodious female voice came from beside him. Fanze felt the voice was very familiar, and when he turned around, he found that the person next to him calling for the bill was none other than Yamabuki Hanajin.

The young woman immediately walked over with a smile: "Miss, that drink you just had was two hundred dollars a drop. You drank a whole bottle, so it'll cost ten million. Would you like to pay by card or..."

"Slap!" Yamabuki Hana raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"Huh? Was I hit? Is this woman blind? Can't she see there's someone holding a gun next to me?" The woman looked completely bewildered.

In his mind, Fanze screamed, "Miss Yamabuki, in this situation, you should just give them the money. They have guns!"

"Only ten million a bottle? You're giving me such cheap wine?" Yamabuki Hanaran immediately took out her gold card and swiped it.

The woman discovered that 30 million had been deposited directly into her account.

"Throat? Three...why thirty million?"

Yamabuki Hanajin explained, "Ten million is for drinks, another ten million is for medical expenses from the slaps, and as for the remaining ten million... bring that side of your face over here so I can slap you again."

hand."

The young woman knelt down in front of Yamabuki Hanajin with a thud.

"Hey sister, look how much I need to punch, can you slap me a few more times?" The girl looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with shining eyes.

"This...this is the power of money?" Fan Ze was utterly shocked.

It turns out that the saying "money can make the devil turn the millstone" is not just a random saying.

It turns out that people really can give up their dignity for money.

The two men behind him, each holding a gun, had a smirk on their faces.

"I didn't expect you to be rich. Well then, hand over all your money. I'm telling you, you idiot, why don't you just rob me?" the man yelled at the woman.

The mountain breeze blew and the flowers bloomed, and he shook his head with a sigh.

"Do you know that there is a profession in this world called..."

Before Yamabuki Hanajin could finish speaking, all the other drinkers stood up at the same time, brandishing various weapons and pointing them at the two men.

Gatling gun, Desert Eagle, AK47, M16 assault rifle, anti-tank gun, single-shot infantry gun.

"This profession is called bodyguard," Yamabuki Hanapaki said casually.