The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 28

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"Old guys?" Saitama suddenly caught the key point.

"Old guys!" Saki also realized.

The siblings exchanged a glance and quickly ran back to where they'd knocked out the elders.

Arriving there, Saki nervously looked at the pile of people lying there, took out her phone, took a photo, and sent it to Gojo, clinging to the last shred of hope as she asked,

"Mr. Gojo, there shouldn't be jujutsu director in here, right? Haha, definitely not."

Gojo replied quickly.

He sent back the same photo she had sent him, but this time it had everyone's identities marked.

Jujutsu Director, Jujutsu Overseer, Jujutsu Chief...

He also sent a message:

"Kiki-chan, you really did catch them all in one go."

Saki was silent.

From her explanation, she really wanted to negotiate properly.

Although, well, judging by the results, she only had a proper talk with the guard uncle for a few minutes.

Ahhh! What should I do!

Saki was a bit frantic, when Gojo called her directly. She immediately asked for help, "Mr. Gojo, what should I do now?"

"Don't worry, since it's come to this, just wait until they wake up and then talk." Gojo calmly comforted her. "Tell me, what happened? Why did you start fighting so fast?"

Saki wasn't in the mood to explain. She said worriedly, "No, I'm in a hurry. I have to shoot a commercial at 2 p.m."

Gojo: "..."

Oh, so it's the rush that's the problem?

"Forget it, I'll send the director to the hospital." She thought for a moment and asked, "Is it okay if I just talk to the director? Can the director make all the decisions?"

"Or should I bring a few more? Bringing the overseer and chief should be enough, right?"

"Nah, too many is inconvenient. I'll handle it myself."

Saki said this and hung up, then hurriedly called on her brother to help carry the people.

In the end, they chose the eight highest-ranking elders. Each carried four people by the collars and dragged them out.

Right now, only a small number of non-combat staff at the director's office hadn't been knocked out. No one dared to stop it—they just watched as the highest powers in the jujutsu world were forcibly taken away by the siblings.

Someone quietly took photos and sent them to some jujutsu sorcerers not at the director's office, as well as to the Three Big Families far away in Kyoto.

—Big trouble, jujutsu director's office was wiped out in one sweep, and the directors were captured.

Gojo Satoru, who was currently abroad, also received the news and photos right away. His silence was deafening.

The siblings quickly dragged the eight senior jujutsu figures to the entrance, then found themselves facing a problem—the location was too remote, and they couldn't get a taxi.

Saki thought for a moment and looked toward the guard post.

The guard uncle was hiding under the desk, trembling and too scared to come out to face them.

Saki casually dropped the four people she was carrying on the ground, ran into the guard room, found the guard under the desk, and asked with a gentle smile, "Uncle, uncle, can you help me with something?"

"Wh-what kind of help?" the guard asked shakily.

"Do you have a car? Could you take us to the hospital? I accidentally knocked the directors out and want to get them treated quickly." The girl explained sincerely.

The guard didn't believe her at all. He thought they were planning to kidnap the higher-ups, but he didn't dare refuse, fearing he'd get hit next.

He wasn't a sorcerer and couldn't take a single punch.

"O-okay, I'll go start the car right now." The guard nodded reluctantly, praying they'd let him go once the people were taken away.

Soon, the guard brought his car—a regular private car with only five seats including the driver's.

There were eleven people.

No choice, Saki told her brother to take everything out of the trunk, then piled four jujutsu seniors into the trunk like a human stack. The rest sat in the back seat—two on the seats, two on the floor.

The whole scene looked like they were about to dump bodies somewhere.

Luckily, sorcerers had bodies far tougher than normal people, or else they wouldn't have survived the siblings' rough handling.

Once all eight jujutsu higher-ups were stuffed into the car, the guard sat in the driver's seat, Saki took the passenger seat, and Saitama squeezed into the back with the others.

The seriously overloaded car then hit the road.

Saki was getting ready to go to a private hospital.

That hospital had some ties with the Inugane group; back in the day, they often helped treat members injured in fights. Going there meant no one would ask too many questions, and no one would call the cops.

They were pretty lucky on the way—no unexpected stuff like traffic cops stopping them—and they arrived at the hospital smoothly.

Because they'd contacted the boss ahead of time to give a heads-up, medical staff immediately came over to help carry people as soon as they got there.

Saki watched one unconscious old man after another being taken away. Worried they might run off once they woke up, she thought for a moment, then found the doctor in charge and asked to have all of them placed in the same room.

So the four-person ward somehow ended up with four extra beds shoved in, packed full. The eight old men were neatly arranged on them.

Having connections really helped—this request was granted without issue.

The doctor went through a quick check on each of the eight, and after confirming no one was in critical condition, asked the girl, "Do you want them to wake up immediately?"

"Yeah, yeah, definitely," Saki nodded without hesitation.

The doctor gave her a knowing look, then politely asked the siblings to wait outside while he and his assistant brought in the electric shock equipment.

Not long after, painful screams came from the ward.

The siblings exchanged glances.

Ten minutes later, the doctor and his assistant came out, smiling as he said, "Miss Saki, you can go in and interrogate now."

"Huh?" Saki was a bit confused. What did he mean by 'interrogate'?

The doctor thought he'd done a perfect job and quietly bowed out, hiding his contribution.

Saki felt something was off, but she had to rush to shoot an ad, so she didn't dwell on it and went into the ward, ready for a friendly chat.

But it didn't seem like it was going to be friendly.

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