Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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Sato Masaru staggered, clutching the wound that pierced his heart, looking around blankly in the rain.

His response was the car headlights that pierced through the rain and suddenly shone brightly.

The damaged engine let out its final roar, and the three-wheeled vehicle burst into unprecedented speed in an instant, charging toward the teetering Sato Masaru!

"No—!!!" Sato Masaru only had time to let out a desperate scream.

The enormous impact propelled him backward, sparks flying everywhere, until he slammed heavily against the edge of the overpass and crashed into the metal guardrail!

The guardrail let out a mournful cry of despair, completely twisted and deformed, and caved in.

The shadow blade finally pierced his chest completely, leaving only the lone hilt sticking out.

Sato Masaru's hand fell limply to his side, his eyes began to glaze over, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth.

He struggled to lift his head, and through the misty rain and crimson vision, looked at the boy sitting upright in the driver's seat behind the lights.

"I only have one last question..."

He used his last bit of strength, but his weak question was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Attention, reversing vehicle, attention, reversing—"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Koshimura Sawa quickly let go of her hand.

Why is it still "Made in China"?

Sato Masaru seemed to have lost the will to pay attention to him, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Which adventurer's guild are you from? Why... have I never... heard of... a monster like you before?"

"Oh." Koshimura looked at him expressionlessly, raised his right hand, and the Shadow Blade once again condensed in his palm. He replied calmly, "Anon Tokyo Adventure Team."

The engine roared again, smashing through the fence.

The tricycle, which was already on the verge of being scrapped, and Sato Katsu together plunged off the overpass and crashed to the ground far below.

Amidst the howling wind, Sato Masaru looked up and saw the Shadow Blade stuck on the handlebars, and the exposed, gradually turning red, colorful magic stone behind the opened cover. He finally smiled.

"You're kidding me..."

A burst of fire, like the breath of a dragon, erupted and instantly engulfed Sato Masaru's body, as well as the broken sword he had never let go of.

A scorching blast of air surged up the viaduct, and shattered metal parts and burning debris rained down on the ground below, accompanying Sato Masaru's charred and mangled body.

Koshimura Sawa quietly turned around, bent down and picked up the Star Blade from the ground.

Hold it in reverse and place it against your abdomen.

Flames ignited, emitting a pungent smell of burning flesh, until the wound was completely charred and the bleeding stopped.

Then, he staggered forward.

I walked toward the only Maybach with its lights still on, standing in the rain.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Blood and Kiss (4.3k)

The torrential rain showed no signs of stopping, as if it would swallow the entire world.

The dense raindrops pounded furiously against the roof and windows of the Maybach, creating a continuous drumbeat.

Like a long story that has finally come to an end.

Takeru Satoh saw a bloodstained hand reach out, opened the car door, and sat down next to him.

Blood flowed down the off-white leather seat, dripping onto the equally expensive carpet and spreading a dark crimson stain.

"Ah, sorry sorry."

Koshimura quickly picked up the suit jacket that Sato Takeru had tossed aside, wiped it haphazardly on the blood-stained uniform, and then carefully laid it flat on the carpet under his feet.

Seemingly afraid that it wasn't clean enough, he vigorously rubbed his muddy shoes on the surface again.

Then, ignoring the pistol pointed at him, he looked at the man in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed.

"Don't be so nervous."

Koshimura smiled and reached out to push aside the trembling gun barrel.

"This car is so expensive, what if it accidentally starts and gets damaged?"

He looked up and surveyed the exquisite decorations inside the extended carriage.

"I've never seen a car where the back seats face each other before..."

Sato Takeru didn't speak, the veins on his hand gripping the gun bulging.

Place your index finger on the trigger and pull hard.

However, it just wouldn't stick down.

Finally, it drooped limply.

"Very good...you win."

His hoarse voice rang out from inside the car.

"so what?"

"So what?" Koshimura Sawa, who had been reaching into the car, paused for a moment.

"Of course, I'll first kiss you, then kiss you, and finally kiss you to death."

[Harbin People]

Even giraffes with a 15-level river dam rating couldn't withstand it, so it must have exceeded human limits. Hagibis is truly terrifying.

Takeru Satoh closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his racing heart.

"And then what? Even if you kill me, what will that change?"

His response was the sound of cold metal piercing his flesh and bones, grinding against his bones.

Takeru Satoh's scream instantly shattered the silence inside the car.

"Why do you all always use questions to answer questions?" Koshimura Sawa slowly pulled the sword from his thigh and sighed helplessly. "Is it really that hard to speak properly and not answer questions with six dots or question marks?"

Takeru Satoh clenched his teeth, his face pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Do you really think that the once-powerful Toyokawa family would be destroyed by a small company like Sato International Logistics?"

He endured the excruciating pain and spoke in a trembling voice.

"It's just a case of everyone kicking someone when they're down."

"They were the ones who squeezed out the market first, leaving us with no way to survive!"

"Tanaka Suisan, Takahashi Home Magic Tools, Yamamoto Trading... I'm just a target that's been pushed to the forefront."

"That's just how the world is: survival of the fittest, the winner takes all..."

“Mr. Sato.” Koshimura’s voice was eerily calm as he spoke, reaching out to fumble for something on the car door.

"The market is about fair competition, and no matter what, family members shouldn't be implicated—"

hum-

Suddenly, the seat beneath me vibrated, and the backrest began to rise and fall rhythmically.

"Um, excuse me, how do I turn this off?" Yuecunze asked somewhat awkwardly.

Despite the excruciating pain, Takeru Satoh reached out his right hand and pressed hard on a delicate chrome button on the car door.

The massage function on the seat finally stopped.

“...because that’s my patent,” he continued.

Koshimura Sawa made no comment, but simply looked at him quietly, signaling him to continue.

"It was Toyokawa Sadaharu who stole my patent! He's the guilty one!" Sato Takeru's emotions surged, his voice suddenly rising. "He stole my invention! He stole my senior! He stole everything from me! How can he stand so calmly in the sunlight?!"

"Just because I'm not a professional—"

"And he is."

"Therefore, I will make him pay the price—"

“Oh, so?” Koshimura interrupted him.

I was wrong; answering questions with questions actually feels pretty good.

He continued to grope along the car door, and then, as if he had seen something interesting, he exclaimed "Eh!" in surprise.

After pressing the buttons randomly, I finally pressed the correct switch and locked the car door with a click.

......

“Mr. Sato,” Koshimura Sawa looked up at him and said, “If you really only wanted revenge, why did you use the [Black Gu] to control so many people and murder a girl who had no grudge against you?”

“They are all desperate and battered people,” Sato Takeru said calmly.

"I just want to give them a way out."

"The bloodline of the Toyokawa family cannot be allowed to continue; it is the blood of demons, and will only bring calamity—"

"What about all the people you killed? What about the children?" Koshimura interrupted him. "Did you leave them any way out?"

"...All great achievements are accompanied by sacrifices."

Sato Takeru's voice suddenly lowered.

"I can only mourn their deaths."

"Then let their remains... achieve their greatest value."

"Bullshit," said Koshimura Sawa.

"If dying right now would allow you to reach your full potential, would you choose to die?"

"..."

"If you know what your real purpose is, don't try to cover it up with any high-sounding reasons."

He stared into Takeru Satoh's eyes.

"Didn't you say that yourself?"

"The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and the victor reigns supreme, is the rule of this world."

"Right now, I am strong, and you are weak."

There was a long silence.

“Yes,” Takeru Satoh said slowly. “Of course you can be as smug as you want; that’s the right of the winner.”

He raised his head and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his chin.

She gave him one last arrogant glance.

"Don't expect me to wag my tail and beg you like a dog."

Then, he pulled the trigger.

However, nothing happened.

Only the increasingly loud rain outside the window drowned out everything.

Sato Takeru looked down in astonishment at the smooth, mirror-like cut on his elbow, from which blood was constantly gushing.

And, there was the hand that was tightly gripping the pistol, which had fallen onto the carpet.

"No, no, no." Koshimura Sawa quickly waved his hand. "Mr. Sato, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"I didn't mean to humiliate you."

Then, he took out the voice recorder that had been constantly lit up from his pocket.

"On the contrary, I should thank you for being so straightforward and revealing all the truth."

Sato Takeru's expression instantly turned ugly.

"you--"

"Alright," said Koshimura Sawa in a cold voice, "Let's end the small talk here."