The Holiday Ends

Chapter 13 The Holiday Ends

The holiday came to an end in the blink of an eye. During this time, Gojo Satoru took on many commissions, as he was not limited to commissions within the city.

Over the past few months, Gojo Satoru's hunter level has been rapidly catching up with that of Qingtian Hunter's assistant, Lingling!

The funds obtained from commissions were used by Gojo Satoru to ask Bao Laotou for help in finding suitable resources, mainly because Gojo Satoru had no channels.

Having been stuck at the first level of the Space system for quite some time, Gojo Satoru is now pursuing even greater power.

As for the courses at Mingzhu Academy, since he had already finished learning the material and the teacher said it was optional, Gojo Satoru didn't spend much time at school anymore. He would only go when the upperclassmen or underclassmen asked him to go shopping or have afternoon tea.

More often than not, Gotsugu earns commissions by taking on commissions in other cities. Qingtian Hunting Agency is a top-tier hunting agency that operates nationwide, which is why Mo Fan, with his limited strength, can only take on small jobs.

During his journey flying all over the country, Wu Tiao Wu met several senior brothers and sisters. It has to be said that Mo Fan was really lucky to be able to join this hunting camp.

The lowest level is a high-level 3 mage, or even a super-level mage!

Old Man Bao is just as unfathomable as Dean Xiao, which made Wu Tiao Wu, who was once number one, break through his defenses. It's true that even an old man can be a master!

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After completing yet another A-level commission that rivaled the level of a commander-level demon, Gojo Satoru boarded a plane and returned to Shanghai.

Gojo Satoru strolled out of the airport with his hands in his pockets.

"Beep beep beep~~~~" Suddenly the phone rang.

Upon hearing the bell, Gojo Satoru's face immediately lit up with joy.

"Old Bao, have you found any clues about the resources I need? Where are they? I'll set off right now!"

"No, the resources you need will take some time."

"So, what's the matter that you contacted me about?"

"I have a request that requires someone, and as you know, none of your senior classmates are in Shanghai, so I'm going to call you back."

"Okay, I'm at Shanghai Airport, I'll be right back at the hunting lodge."

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to hail a taxi, and directly used the traction force of the Azure Dragon to speed away.

Before long, they arrived at the old street where the Qingtian Hunting Grounds were located.

As I went inside, the doorbell rang crisply, and sure enough, there wasn't a single customer inside.

Old Bao was reading a magazine on the side, while his assistant Lingling and Mo Fan stared at each other.

"What's the situation now?"

Gojo Satoru walked up to Old Man Bao and asked him a question.

"Look at that power of attorney," Old Bao said, pointing to the power of attorney on the table.

Mo Fan and Lingling didn't say anything; they just drank their beverages on the sofa.

After reading the letter of authorization, Gojo Satoru looked at Mo Fan with great confusion and asked, "Mo Fan, when did you provoke such a force?"

The amount of money was enough to indicate that Mo Fan's life was in danger.

Mo Fan remained silent, seemingly preoccupied with something.

"You should already have the answer in your heart. Tell me, and let me see if we can resolve this ahead of schedule and finish this early," Gojo Satoru said with a yawn, sounding somewhat weary.

I'm a bit tired after working on the last commission for a whole week.

"It might be the Black Vatican!" Mo Fan said solemnly.

"What?!"

What is the Black Vatican?

Gojo Satoru and Reiryu said in unison, one with shock and the other with confusion.

"Hey, Gojo Satoru, you don't even know about the Black Vatican?" Lingling asked speechlessly, seeing Gojo Satoru's puzzled look.

"Uh, is it really necessary to know?" Gojo Satoru scratched his head and asked, puzzled.

In fact, Gojo Satoru has only learned the basics so far, and hasn't looked up anything else.

"The so-called Black Vatican is...someone who often does some heinous things," Lingling explained simply.

"Oh." Gojo Satoru nodded as if he understood, it was probably an organization similar to the curse masters in the world of jutsu.

"So, Mo Fan, why were you targeted by them?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan fell into deep thought again, and after a moment he said, "It should be the Earthly Sacred Spring. Only this treasure of Bo City could pique the interest of the Black Church in me."

Upon hearing something he didn't recognize again, Gojo Satoru was confused once more.

His face darkened. "Old Bao, this request is so complicated."

"Young Wu, you should stay by Mo Fan's side and protect him. It's easy for you to do this with your abilities," Old Man Bao said earnestly.

"Okay," Gojo Satoru replied, tilting his head.

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After leaving the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, Gojo Satoru followed behind Mo Fan, looking sleepy and walking unsteadily.

"Wu, go back to my place before you sleep. Cheer up," Mo Fan said helplessly.

"Ara." Gojo Satoru was so dazed that he didn't hear it at all.

Seeing this, Mo Fan had no choice but to carry the drowsy Gojo Satoru on his back. Gojo Satoru, whose eyes were full of confusion, decisively wrapped his arms around Mo Fan's neck and his legs around his waist, hanging on Mo Fan's body like that.

At this moment, Mo Fan looked miserable. He really wanted to just throw away the white-haired bastard on his back, but then he remembered that Wu Gang had just finished his task and was called back by Old Man Bao to protect him.

"I'll endure it!" Mo Fan murmured, then turned and returned to Mingzhu Academy with Gojo on his back.

Before long, it was already night when they returned to Mingzhu Academy. Mo Fan didn't want to take a detour, so he decided to take Gotō Sō directly across the artificial lake.

Just as they reached the artificial lake, Gojo Satoru suddenly lifted his head from Mo Fan's shoulder and cursed resentfully, "You idiot hiding over there by the artificial hill, get lost! If you keep disturbing my nap, I'll send you to your coffin!"

Who is this guy? He's so arrogant.

The group of people hiding behind the artificial hill thought this to themselves, and then peeked out slightly.

Just that one glance between them, and the murderous intent in Gojo Satoru's eyes made the person who had poked his head out feel suffocated, his hands and feet turned ice cold, and he finally lay down stiffly.

"Get out of here right now!" Gojo Satoru said again, his killing intent growing stronger.

The two who were still awake saw that their leader had been frightened into unconsciousness, so they naturally did not dare to stay any longer and dragged the unconscious leader to the academy's medical room.

The minor incident has ended.

Gojo Satoru gently nudged Mo Fan's left side and said in a gentler tone, "You're too tense. That's not good."

The reason he spoke up in time was because fire element had already emerged from Mo Fan's body; he was preparing to kill him.

"I'm sorry, but after learning that the Black Vatican might target me, I've been very uneasy and can't calm down at all," Mo Fan said with a bitter face.

"Don't worry, with me here, no one can kill you," Gojo Satoru said confidently.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan suddenly remembered that his father and Xin Xia still needed protection, and quickly said, "Wu, you go protect my dad. I can protect myself."

"Ah, this." Gojo Satoru looked helpless, then said, "Mo Fan, you go and talk to Old Man Bao. I can't make that decision."

Mo Fan immediately took out his phone to contact Lingling. After some communication, Old Man Bao asked Senior Brother Dasheng, who had returned from the Demon Capital, to protect Mo Fan's father, while Lingling was to keep an eye on Mo Fan's sister. Wu Tiaowu's mission remained unchanged.

(End of this chapter)