The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 33 Young Master Cheng's methods are getting wilder and wilder.

The ninja world is in chaos; it's never simply a matter of black and white.

Besides the major ninja villages, there are various complex organizations entrenched in the shadows of the ninja world.

These organizations engage in various professions and pursue various goals in order to seek personal or national interests.

Some specialize in assassinations, others run bounty businesses, and still others dress in black with red clouds and talk about making the world suffer.

Wow, this organization is still incredibly positive, constantly working for peace in the ninja world.

The place that Makoto Gojiri brought to this moment was an underground black market organization where buying and selling took place.

"Same as always, what good stuff does Young Master Cheng have this time?"

The old man rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming.

This was clearly not his first time dealing with Makoto Goji.

Without wasting any words, Makoto Kujira took the storage scroll from Hozuki Mangetsu's hand, broke the seal, and poured out a small portion of the sample.

Top-quality hemostatic herbs, bundles of explosive tags, and corrosion-resistant materials, a specialty of the Water Kingdom.

There are even refined chakra-conducting metal ingots!

The old man's eyes lit up immediately. He stepped forward to examine it carefully, and even picked up a small piece of metal ingot and tapped it, transferring some chakra into it.

"These are all top-quality goods. Young Master Cheng's methods are getting wilder and wilder."

The old man clicked his tongue in amazement: "This batch of goods is hard to come by on the market, especially the chakra metal, the top-grade hemostatic herb, and the ninja tools. People on the front lines are fighting tooth and nail for them."

"Enough talk, old turtle, name your price."

Gouju Cheng found a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and gave off a "you figure it out" look.

The old man, known as the Old Tortoise, chuckled, not annoyed at all. He took out an abacus and started calculating for a while before announcing a number.

Hozuki Mangetsu, listening nearby, clicked his tongue in amazement.

This price is at least 50% higher than selling directly to the village's logistics department or ordinary vendors!

And judging from the old turtle's expression, there's clearly still room for profit.

Gouju Cheng frowned.

"Old turtle, that's not very fair of you."

"What's the market like now? The front lines are in dire straits, these are all hard currency. You can resell them to families desperately needing to replenish supplies or to underground money changers, and your profit will more than double. Giving me this much is like feeding a beggar!"

"Besides, I have a stable supply of goods, and I might have even better items next time. If you're not sincere, I'll go find the one next door."

The old tortoise's smile froze for a moment, and he quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, Young Master Cheng, we've been working together for so long, when have I, Old Turtle, ever mistreated you?"

"That was a standard quote, a standard one! Let's discuss it again, let's discuss it again..."

After a heated exchange of words and haggling, they reached an agreement.

Ultimately, with the old turtle's pained expression and Makoto Karimoto's reluctant nod of acceptance, the price was raised to a level that even Hozuki Mangetsu found somewhat outrageous.

"Deal! Young Master Cheng is so decisive!"

The old tortoise wiped the sweat from its brow, but inside it was beaming with joy.

He resold this batch of goods and still made a substantial profit.

"Same as always, half in cash, half in gold bars of equal value."

"Don't worry, it's the freshest fish, delivered to your usual spot this afternoon!"

Makoto Kujira nodded in satisfaction, then gestured for Mangetsu Hozuki to hand over the remaining scrolls to the old tortoise.

The transaction was completed, and the two did not linger. With the old man's respectful farewell, they left the black market stronghold through another passage and returned to the somewhat gloomy streets of Kirigakure.

The sea breeze dispelled the stuffy atmosphere of the basement.

Hozuki Mangetsu took a deep breath, feeling that what he had just experienced was a bit unreal.

He knew these black market organizations existed, but he never expected there would be one in his village!

"Captain, do you come here often?"

"Occasionally."

Gouju Cheng stretched and said, "Sometimes when there are some difficult things to handle in the clan or the guard department, or when I need some special items, I'll come over."

"That old turtle has the best reputation and the strongest background, so I often trade with him. Well, at least he's never cheated me out of my money."

"I brought you here today so you know this place exists and can get to know the people here. If I'm not here in the future, or if you need anything done, you can come here yourself and just say my name."

"But remember, here, ask as few questions as possible, look as little as possible, and leave immediately after the transaction is complete."

Hozuki Mangetsu nodded emphatically, taking Makoto Karatachi's words to heart.

Sometimes, having strength alone is not enough; you also need channels and methods.

"Where to next?"

Hozuki asks, "Full Moon."

"Go find your sister-in-law... no, you should go home."

Gouju Cheng looked at the sky; it was almost evening.

Hozuki Mangetsu barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and turned to leave.

There's no way to talk to this kind of person!

Watching the full moon leave, Makoto Kariji then swayed and headed towards the Terumi clan's territory.

Instead of rushing on his way, he first bought several desserts that Terumi Mei liked to eat, a fruit and flower tea, and then picked more than ten flowers from the roadside greenery and tied them into a bunch.

The Terumi clan's territory is located in a relatively prosperous area of ​​Kirigakure, with a more elegant architectural style. When the guards at the gate saw Makoto Karatachi, especially when they saw what he was carrying and the bouquet of flowers, they all showed knowing smiles.

"Young Master Cheng, are you here to see Miss Ming?"

"Is she there?"

"Yes, yes, Miss Ming just returned and is resting in the backyard. Please come in."

Thanks.

Gouju Cheng walked in as if he knew the place well.

Since the two children were betrothed, he has visited the place quite often and is very familiar with it.

After passing through several corridors, we arrived at a quiet and elegant courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard was a small pond where several koi carp swam leisurely. Mei Terumi sat on a stone bench by the pond, holding a scroll in her hands, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.

The afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the thin mist, gilding her with a soft golden edge. Her brown ponytail hung down her shoulder, and her profile was beautiful and serene.

Gouju Cheng quietly walked up behind her.

I had intended to scare her, but seeing her focused expression, I changed my mind.

"cough."

He coughed lightly.

Mei Terumi turned around at the sound and saw Makoto Karatachi. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then her gaze fell on the things in his hands, especially the bouquet of flowers, and her eyes curved into a smile.

"Why are you here?"

"Come see my future wife, and we can also talk business."

Gouju Cheng placed the desserts and tea on the stone table beside him and handed over the bouquet of flowers: "I saw it on the way and thought it suited you quite well."

"Who sends flowers or green belts as gifts?"

Mei Terumi took the flower, brought it close to her nose and smelled it. Although she complained, her smile became even brighter.

Gouju Cheng chuckled and sat down on the stone bench next to her with complete ease, picking up a dessert and taking a bite.

"Hmm, this shop's red bean cake is still the best. You should try it, it's new."

Mei Terumi didn't stand on ceremony with him and picked up a piece, taking small bites.

The two sat quietly for a while, enjoying the rare afternoon.