Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

Chapter 157: Story Old People

"So why did you come all the way from Tokyo to South Korea, besides looking for me?" Jiujiu Yuki did not continue the previous topic.

"Buy insurance." Su Ze was honest.

"Do you want to lock it again?"

Jiujiuyuki's expression was exaggerated. "If we put insurers on it, it would probably be easier to just move the safe than to pry open the lock~"

She seemed to be joking.

"You can never have too many of these things." Su Ze took out his cell phone and tapped on it, then looked up to compare the scenery in front of him.

"No way, that person is so shameless to use this as a meeting place," complained Kujuku Yuki with a grin.

"Ms. Youji can leave now. What happens next is my personal matter." Su Ze said calmly.

"Hey, hey, what are you saying? You're chasing her away right after I asked her for help?" She grinned in dissatisfaction.

There was actually a small outpost not far away, with a group of dark green camouflage tents hidden in the dense weeds.

Hundreds of motorcycles and off-road vehicles were parked scattered on the hard ground next to the reed marsh.

You can also see thin gray smoke coming out of the tents.

"Wow..." Miss Yuki looked into the distance, "Using the buffer zone between the north and the south as cover..."

Sensitive areas are often gray areas and are also the favorite gathering places for criminals.

"...Mr. Suze, right?"

A middle-aged man walked over from the settlement. He was wearing a black knitted hat. His hair sticking out from under the brim was greasy and sloppy, almost hanging down to his eyebrows. His beard was also messy, with food residue hanging on it. His long brown-black coat covered most of his body.

"Kong Shiyu, I'm finally seeing you." Su Ze stretched out his hand and spoke softly.

Kong Shiyu was the one who suggested Fushiguro Shier to assassinate the "Star Plasma Body". I provided information and conducted handovers in the rear.

After Fushiguro Shinji's assassination attempt failed, Kong Shiyu disappeared from Japan, which can almost be described as "vanishing without a trace".

His eye sockets were deep, but his eyes were still bright, and he had a wrinkled Seven Star cigarette in his mouth.

He stretched out his hand and shook Su Ze's lightly.

"I thought you hid well, but you just didn't bother to care."

Kong Shiyu spoke in a low voice and slowly pulled his hand back.

In order to avoid revenge from Su Ze and others, he had retired and fled long ago.

Logically speaking, the money he earned was enough for him to live a carefree life, but because he was afraid of being hunted down by the special forces, he only dared to wander in these deserted places.

"As expected of a former criminal policeman, you have a strong anti-detection awareness. It took me a lot of effort to find you--" Su Ze said with a smile.

"...You want me to help you collect information." Kong Shiyu spoke vaguely, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Just like you helped Fushiguro Shigeru back then..." Su Ze continued to smile, "You can get our information, so it should be no problem for others..."

"I have no choice, right...?" Kong Shiyu held the cigarette and spat.

"I hope you can accept it subjectively."

Su Ze ignored Miss Youji who was looking around behind him and said to himself, "After all, you hid here and there, and even returned to your "homeland", wasn't it all to avoid our revenge?"

Kong Shiyu used to be a criminal policeman in South Korea.

Su Ze tapped his toes lightly, "Now I come here to tell you that we can definitely reach a cooperation - isn't this the best?"

"Do you want to touch the curser's cake too?" Kong Shiyu's eyes were a little evasive.

"I just need a source of information - besides, it's hard to get rid of those rats in the sewer." Su Ze turned his head and looked to the side.

Kong Shiyu noticed the flash of light in Su Ze's eyes.

Jiujiu Yuki was talking to the group of wilderness wanderers, apparently asking them for advice on how to quickly start a fire using No. 5 batteries.

……

October 2011

Heavy snow fell in the twelfth month.

It's very cold this year.

People were coming and going in the office building. Young people in suits and ties were moving quickly, carrying documents and walking through the aisles and corridors.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, everything was silvery white. The pine and cypress trees on the back hill of the technical college were covered with a thick layer of snow, and one or two birds could occasionally be seen flying by.

"Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest... a good omen."

Su Ze stood in front of the window, looking at the dancing snowflakes outside the house, and murmured.

"Su Ze! Get out of the way quickly, you're blocking the road--" A clear voice suddenly sounded, seemingly out of place.

Su Ze's face darkened, and he stepped aside, "...Riko, what are those things of yours?"

He spoke hesitantly.

The flatbed in front of her was piled full of cartons, the boxes even obscuring the person pushing the cart behind. She poked her head out from the side with a quirky look on her face, and said with a chuckle, "Everyone has worked for a whole morning, I'm here to reward you--"

With a loud bang, she lifted off the plastic film covering the top, revealing the neatly stacked rice cakes in the box. The steaming cakes were still emitting white steam, and the aroma of glutinous rice instantly filled the entire office building.

Tiantian Lizi was dressed in formal attire, crossed her chest and said proudly: "Hehe, how about the snacks from Xiaoyue? I bought out all the snacks for the day——"

The work badge on her chest was swinging.

"You used my talisman as a mobile incubator..."

Su Ze looked up at the cardboard boxes piled three meters high, and casually took a piece of turmeric paper stuck on the outside, looking helpless.

The talisman paper with flame patterns painted on it drew some power from the "Li" sword. Su Ze originally intended to use it as an ultra-high temperature flame talisman, but when it was refined on a large scale, its power was greatly reduced... Not to mention the blazing flames, it was difficult to even light a fire.

Therefore, with the pioneering efforts of Tian Tianlizi and others, this talisman, which is easiest to refine, became a mobile insulation device that is easy to clean and convenient to use.

The young people working nearby had already smelled the aroma of the rice cakes, and one by one they glanced over here quietly.

"Su Ze, let everyone take a break. I just checked the work progress and it has been basically completed very well--" Tianneng Lizi said casually.

The young people's eyes instantly lit up and were full of hope.

"Well..." Su Ze held his chin in thought, "But there is still a little bit left--"

The young people suddenly became listless and had no fighting spirit.

"It's best to combine work and rest~" Tennantori pouted and came closer, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Suze, please--"

She looks like a spoiled little sister.

The young people who glanced over here furtively, their stomachs growling, rekindled their hope.

"...Oh, okay. Let's take a rest first--" Su Ze sighed helplessly and rubbed Tenriko's head.

"Hehe~" She smiled and made a scissors hand gesture.

"Wuhu!" Young people on the entire floor cheered at the same time.

"What? I heard there's dessert here--" The door was slammed open and the white-haired man wearing an eyepatch shouted loudly.

"You came here just because you smelled the scent..." Su Ze was waiting for the call to be connected, with a look of disgust on his face.

beep.

The call was connected.

"Hello? Nitro--"

Suda Special Grade was visibly delighted, "You're not doing an autopsy, are you? Do you want to come over to the office building for some snacks?"

He covered the receiver and the dog crept toward the window.

"...Yes, there are many flavors of Xiaoyue snacks. Do you want me to save some for you?"

He glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"It's no problem for me to take it for you—"

His tone was cheerful.

"Ugly."

The head of the Gojo family looked at him with disdain, his mouth full of pastries.

"Ahh, is this what love is going to turn out like..."

Miss Riko exclaimed as she held a small plate of rice cakes.

The young people who were taking snacks in an orderly manner looked over here curiously, looking at their direct superior, who was also the founder of the "Assistance Department" -

"One of the four special grades", "the youngest member of the general director council", "a genius with weak spell power"...

This Suter, who is no older than them, seems to be a legend everywhere.