Chapter 006: At All Costs

The other party seemed to be pleading, but this was essentially no different from coercion.

So Wang Bo said without hesitation: "I refuse!"

Fujiwara Shin seemed to have anticipated this and pleaded a third time: "Please, Mr. Kaneki, do not refuse."

"I said, I refuse."

"Please, Mr. Kaneki, do not refuse." As Fujiwara Shin finished speaking, the door to the room was roughly thrown open, and a crowd of imposing bodyguards stood at the entrance, led by the short-haired man who had brought Wang Bo here.

Wang Bo sneered: "Is this fun? Clearly coercion, yet you insist on putting on a show of pleading."

Fujiwara Shin turned a deaf ear and said: "Please, Mr. Kaneki, do not refuse."

"Get lost!"

For this hypocritical fellow, Wang Bo couldn't even be bothered to talk to him and directly cursed.

The short-haired man led a group into the room, waved his hand, and two bodyguards beside him reached out to grab Wang Bo.

Wang Bo smiled faintly, stood up, and struck out with a palm. An invisible force erupted violently, the air in front directly twisted, as if space itself had collapsed under Wang Bo's blow.

Then, the air instantly exploded with a roar, and a powerful blast of air scoured the void, forming a strong shockwave that swept forward with an irresistible momentum.

Visible ripples rapidly spread in all directions.

The group of bodyguards, caught in this monstrous shockwave, were swept away in one go, their bodies spiraling through the air, smashing through walls, and landing in the courtyard, battered and bleeding.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this from the start? Who are you putting on that hypocritical act for?"

After clearing the room with a single palm strike, Wang Bo stared coldly at the dumbfounded Fujiwara Shin.

Fujiwara Shin looked at the gaping hole beside him. The wall that should have stood there had vanished. Through it, he could clearly see the courtyard outside and the bodyguards sprawled all over the ground.

Who am I? Where am I? What the hell just happened?

My bodyguards—how did all my bodyguards get sent flying?

This is unscientific.

How could a human possess such terrifying power? This guy isn't human?

Fujiwara Shin finally understood: he had targeted a god, a demon god—only a demon god could have such immense power.

He... he was doomed!!

Suddenly, Fujiwara Shin clutched his heart, his face contorted in pain, and collapsed. His heart disease had struck at that moment, death imminent.

Fujiwara Shin looked at Wang Bo, his eyes full of longing: "Save... save... me..."

If he is a demon god, if he is a demon god, he can surely save me, Fujiwara Shin thought.

Wang Bo looked at Fujiwara Shin expressionlessly. He could naturally save this man—aside from other means, the Horse Talisman alone could easily cure his heart disease.

But for such a hypocrite who would not hesitate to kill others and take their hearts to survive, Wang Bo had no desire to save him.

However, Wang Bo was soft-hearted and unwilling to watch him die before his eyes. So he snapped his fingers and sent Fujiwara Shin away. With a whoosh, Fujiwara Shin vanished before Wang Bo.

The African desert, with its magnificent scenery and vast territory—Wang Bo believed Fujiwara Shin would have a good time there, provided he could survive.

If he couldn't survive, that place would also make a fine grave. Nature would surely give him a grand burial.

Wang Bo let out a breath, feeling he had accumulated boundless merit.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Just then, footsteps approached from afar. A middle-aged man in a black kimono, accompanied by a young woman in a white kimono and a group of loyal subordinates, hurried over.

Wang Bo glanced over and noticed that the middle-aged man bore some resemblance to Fujiwara Shin.

If nothing unexpected happened, this guy should be Fujiwara Shin's father.

After arriving, the middle-aged man swept his gaze around and finally fixed it on Wang Bo: "Shin, where is Shin?"

Wang Bo said: "Mr. Fujiwara has been sent by me to the desert in Africa."

"What nonsense!" the middle-aged man barked. "Where exactly is Shin? Hand him over immediately. This is no place for you to act wild."

Wang Bo said: "Since you don't believe me, I'll send you there too."

With that, Wang Bo snapped his fingers again.

The middle-aged man instantly vanished before everyone's eyes.

The young woman in the kimono was horrified and quickly stepped back a few paces.

The others looked as if they had seen a ghost, scrambling back several meters. A living person disappearing in plain sight—anyone would find it terrifying.

This was simply unscientific.

Wang Bo looked at the young woman in the kimono. Her face also bore some resemblance to Fujiwara Shin.

Seeing Wang Bo's unfriendly gaze, the young woman's heart skipped a beat. She fell to her knees with a thud: "Fujiwara Chiharu pays respects to the lord."

Regardless of who this young man was, regardless of whether he had sent her father to the African desert, this trick of making a person vanish was enough to terrify anyone.

Fujiwara Chiharu had seen clearly: he hadn't even touched her father, just snapped his fingers, and her father disappeared.

This ability was simply invincible.

A mere ordinary person like her stood no chance against him. Unprovokable, unprovokable.

"Your name is Fujiwara Chiharu? Nice name. What is Fujiwara Shin to you?" Wang Bo asked.

"He is my younger brother," Fujiwara Chiharu replied honestly, not daring to be presumptuous.

Wang Bo couldn't help but laugh: "Your brother's character isn't very good."

Fujiwara Chiharu naturally knew what her brother was like and dared not defend him. She could only say: "My brother has had a weak heart since childhood, so our parents may have spoiled him somewhat. If my brother has offended you in any way, please forgive him, my lord."

Wang Bo said calmly: "He didn't really offend me—he just wanted to take my heart to save his own life."

Fujiwara Chiharu: "!!!"

She had no idea her brother had gone this far, bringing such an enemy upon the family.

If Fujiwara Shin were here, she would have slapped him without hesitation.

If you want a heart transplant, fine, but can you at least figure out who the donor is first? Can't even handle such a basic thing, yet you dare to act recklessly? All those years of education—were they for nothing?

Suppressing a bellyful of rage, Fujiwara Chiharu prostrated herself, touching her head to the ground: "The Fujiwara family is willing to pay any price to appease your wrath and beg forgiveness for our disrespect."

Seeing this, the others fell to their knees one after another.