Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 20

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While Ikki was sighing about life here, the higher-ups were doubting life over there.

They said Tsukishima Ikki had zero cursed energy, a Heavenly Restriction—basically the female version of Fushiguro Toji.

And Fushiguro Toji was Grade 1.

So by that logic, Tsukishima Ikki was also Grade 1.

As for Gojo Satoru calling her Special Grade?

That was just him being willful.

Didn't count.

So a Grade 1 girl, with no cursed energy, not even from a jujutsu family...

Wouldn't it be the easiest thing ever to deal with her?

And who should handle something like that?

Naturally, Principal Gakuganji Yoshinobu of Kyoto school.

Gakuganji, their good buddy, their most obedient sword—obedient and useful, anything you needed, you just went to him.

So the higher-ups made the call.

But the reply they got was—Gakuganji was in the hospital.

He was in the hospital!

Well, yeah. He was seventy-six. Being hospitalized was pretty normal.

Out of concern, they asked,

"What illness?"

The other side answered,

"He was hospitalized by Tsukishima Ikki."

The higher-ups: ......

Uh, well...

Understandable, after all, Gakuganji was old.

Facing young people, it was normal to not have enough strength even if he wanted to. Understandable.

Fine, switch to someone else.

They started calculating again.

They had plenty of people under them—which one could they use?

First, rule out Gojo's faction...

Tsukumo Yuki?

Way too much talent wasted.

Besides, she didn't bother with them.

Then what about the Big Three clans?

That could work.

Which one to pick from the Big Three?

Looking through them again and again, the Zen'in clan was the best choice.

After all, Fushiguro Toji came from their family. When it came to dealing with Heavenly Restriction, they had to be familiar with it.

Who could they find in the Zen'in clan?

The clan head was out of the question—Tsukishima Ikki wasn't worth his time.

Then how about Zen'in Naoya.

That boy knew how to play the game.

So, they made the call.

However...

"Young Master Zen'in is in the hospital."

"He hasn't woken up yet."

"He's in the hospital too?" the higher-ups exclaimed.

"He was hospitalized by Tsukishima Ikki."

The higher-ups: ......

Tsukishima Ikki, so arrogant. This person couldn't be allowed to live!

On the other end of the phone, they continued, "By the way, do you think you could send Miss Ieiri over to treat Young Master?"

"He's pretty badly hurt."

The higher-ups: ......

So now the question was—

Who should they find?

At the same time, the Zen'in clan was troubled by the same problem.

The Zen'in clan, one of the Big Three families in the jujutsu world.

A backward, feudal old clan full of people with human faces and beastly hearts, wolf hearts and dog lungs, beasts in clothing—only a shovelful of dirt away from being sent into the grave.

If it weren't for their ancestors leaving behind some assets, they'd probably have been wiped out ages ago.

But they didn't see it that way.

They were the Big Three!

A thousand-year-old clan, rich, powerful, and influential.

If not for that Six Eyes dropping out of the sky, ruling the world would've been no problem for them!

Some people were stupid, but full of confidence.

Sure, Six Eyes was an accident, but aside from Six Eyes, aside from Special Grade, who couldn't they beat?

So what if someone had Heavenly Restriction?

Without cursed energy, weren't they just trash?

That Fushiguro Toji guy—his life had been lousy since he was a kid.

How strong could someone with no cursed energy be?

Almost killed Gojo Satoru?

Hah.

Wasn't it all just tricks?

Truth was, arrogance and pride were carved into their bones, their eyes covered with crap.

They just refused to admit they sucked.

Until their eldest son got wrecked and hospitalized.

And was still lying there right now.

In the great hall, the Zen'in main family members gathered.

Zen'in Naobito, the 26th clan head of the Zen'in family, the only one still sober in the house, was sipping his wine, tipsy and hazy, not worried in the least about his son who had been hospitalized.

Beside him, his brother Zen'in Ogi—weak in strength, lousy in looks, poor in character, but ridiculously overconfident—snorted coldly. "What trash."

"He couldn't even deal with an ordinary human."

Naobito lifted his gaze to him, speaking faintly, "Then you go."

Ogi: ......

Ogi snorted again. "Such a weakling doesn't require me to act."

He turned to Jinichi. "Jinichi, you and Toji are brothers. You should know his weakness."

Jinichi: Hah, old bastard, you think I don't know you're scared of Toji?

Truth was, he was scared too.

But he wasn't about to say it.

He only said lightly, "Such a junior, there's no need for me to step in."

Ogi was furious at those words. "Our Zen'in family has lost so much face! How can we just let this slide so easily?"

"If we shrink back like this, then plenty of nobodies will come knocking in the future."

"Not to mention, the other families will sit back and laugh at us!"

In short: we, the Zen'in family, needed our face!

But we couldn't win!

So what to do?

Looked like they could only pull out their trump card...

There's a saying—'when you don't have the skills, go to the dark web, just spend a little money.'

'Straight to the point, no loose ends, all your troubles gone in one shot.'

The dark web, a hidden place buried deep in the internet, a site only certain people could ever find.

Here, the world's darkness gathered.

Here, it was paradise for killers.

Here, any immoral deal could go through.

The so-called lawless net, nothing more than that.

Every single day, new missions got posted on the dark web.

And every single day, there were people checking and taking them.

Among these people, there was a certain group. They couldn't do things themselves, but they had the brains. They knew every assassin's info like the back of their hand, and they knew every mission inside out. They were the ones who connected missions to assassins. People called them—handlers.

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