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[B1-50] Kidnapping The Crime Act That's Worse Than Murder!!! (2/3)

Ret did not understand how to negotiate an item, because in every Kombini or Super Kombini or when he paid for the Inn, the price was determined by the World System.

The beggar smiled widely as he saw Ret still speechless.

“No," asked the beggar. "Huh?”

Ret nervous but still want to make sure, “I-iya, sir. So, how many―”

“Quiet. All this is only 8 to 9 thousand Credits,” said the beggar, grinning widely at Ret.

Ret's body trembled slightly, then stared blankly ahead. He had never expected for some strange tool to buy him to require such a large amount of Credits.

“A-what―what?!” Ret took a few steps back while gaping and still stared blankly ahead.

The beggar raised the corner of his lips. “Ya~Depends on total stock in Warehouse. If there are still many, I will lower the price for these tools, just relax.”

Entering the Building again, the beggar ignored Ret who was still dumbfounded.

Ret exclaims, “Pak! Wait―”

However, the beggar had long disappeared from before him.

And Ret could only stare blankly ahead and wait for the beggar who had entered the back door of the Building in front of him.

Uh. Damnit. That's all about 9 thousand Credits?! It's worth it that I have to owe it to Selui, Ret thought. He shook his head while exhaling his heavy breath.

Leaning against the side of the alley wall, he stared at the monitoring camera in the upper corner of the alley.

“If I have 10 thousand Credits, there is no way I,” muttered Ret, raising the corner of his lips. Hand over

Kredit―Or lend him was not possible, if this much.

Ret looked down and saw the screen of his smartphone that was written: 9,400 Credits\, On his World Bank account**.**

Turning off his smartphone screen, he closed both his tired eyes while waiting for the beggar to return with the tools he had ordered. Yellow lights in the upper corner of the alley that many twinkling adorn the atmosphere around Ret.

“After this ..” Opening his eyes, Ret said, “Can I rest for a moment not―”

As Ret muttered something like that, the iron door before him suddenly opened again.

It turned out that he was actually carrying a Rat, huh, Ret thought, staring at something sticking out of the cardboard the beggar was carrying.

The beggar was carrying a cardboard box containing items that Ret ordered. Clothes, masks, and black-haired mice all black.

“This, Son. All this,” sued the beggar, while putting the cardboard on a wooden box next to Ret, “9,350 Credits.”

Ret puffed his head, looking at the contents of the cardboard. He did not listen clearly to the words of the beggar.

“Huh!?” tanya Ret, surprised to realize, “How much?!”

Ret turned his head to the beggar who was right behind him.

“I said all this: 9,350 Credits.” firmly beggar, waving his smartphone in front of Ret. “You want to pay now? Or go to the Temple World Bank Terminal first to take the Cheque. You still have 5 minutes left, by the way. How?”

Ret still turned his head to the beggar, then stared blankly but right into his eyes.

There's no way I have conglomerate accounts like Cheques and Black Cards, huh, sure I will, Ret thought, shaking her head. “Pay as usual only, Sir.”

The beggar thrust his yellow smartphone screen right in front of Ret's face.

“OK! Please, then, ” he said.

Both of their smartphone screens were put together and the smartphone screens of each of them instantly changed color to blue.

Seeing the light on his smartphone screen change color back to normal, Ret exhaled nervously.

It's kind of scary to double-check my credit, huh, Ret thought.

Ret glanced at the tools inside the cardboard beside him with a pitiful look.

Uhh. Looking at all this, I felt, Ret thought, exhaling her heavy breath. “Very sad for―”

“Ah!” exclaim the beggar, cut off Ret's words. “Do I have to burn this, son?”

The beggar waved the yellow paper that Ret gave him.

“Huh?” Ret nods small. “Uh, just do it!”

Like any magician, the beggar immediately burned the yellow paper with a white flame out of nowhere.

So, the rest of the Credit balance I have right now, Ret thought, ignoring the bright white flames that were familiar to him. With weight he opened his Wolrd Bank account. “.... Is―”

Ret widened his eyes as he lowered his head and stared at the screen the smarpohone was holding. He immediately stepped up his World Bank Mobile Terminal portal, and looked at his account with the rest of the balance around: 50 Credits.

“Huh?!” muttered Ret, with both of her black eyes sparkling brightly, “Luck there is still nothing left!”

I'm so pathetic now, huh. Just 50 Credits I'm so happy ... Let's hope Selui doesn't ask for this, Ret thought. He was very hopeful that Sei did not ask for the rest of the Credit change.

“Now I can bring all this, Sir?” ret asked, pointing at the cardboard beside him.

The beggar was turning around and just kept his head down, staring at his own smartphone. “Ng. Bring as you like, Son.”

“Your name ...” Ret said to him suddenly.

The beggar was turning his back on Ret and waved his hand upward indifferently, but he suddenly stopped walking.

“.... So ⁇ oR, right,” says Ret, grinning wide, “Old Pak?”

The young man was very happy that he could finally pronounce the name of the beggar before him.

“Ah!” The beggar was stunned and immediately turned his head. With a sharp look in his eyes he stared right at Ret. “To know what my real name is, Nak.”

So ⁇ oR clearly saw Ret's stupid grin, as if the young man behind her knew everything about her.

“I'll give you a little advice: All those tools to kidnap someone, right, Nak?” ask So ⁇ oR, turning around and pointing to the cardboard next to Ret.

Ret was astonished when So ⁇ oR could immediately know how the tools in the cardboard he would use. He was just stunned as he widened his eyes.

”However, you should know, son,” So ⁇ oR said, ignoring Ret who was sculpting in place. He simply brandished his index finger to commemorate Ret, “Kidnapping it was an act of crime and criminality more heinous than murder.”

Ret could only be silent and silent after hearing the beggar's warning that he immediately turned around.

More cruel, Ret thought. “From murder?! It is impossible that what he said is true. More cruel than murder? Don't joke with me―I just want ..”

As Ret continued to mutter in such a sneering tone, So ⁇ oR walked up and climbed the stairs back to the top of the Building.

And the iron door in front of Ret, slowly closed by itself.

“Stay careful,” sue So ⁇ oR, with his voice above the building but still audible by Ret, “Nak ...”

The echo of the sound of closing the iron door accompanies the echo of So ⁇ oR's voice which commemorates Ret firmly: And always remember, Son! Kidnapping is a crime more cruel than murder ....

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