Over the years, Berlus discovered that Bolt always seemed to undergo some sort of strength enhancement after each kill... it was eerily savage and filled people with despair!
At one point, his desire to change Meteor Street through "normal means" cooled down, and ultimately... he had no choice but to compromise, attempting collaboration with the other party under a "rental" arrangement, offering substantial rewards to implement his "plan," which he had painstakingly crafted over decades to reform Meteor Street.
Yet, Berlus knew very well that working with Bolt, Ilya, and others was akin to seeking the skin of a tiger, but... he lacked the choice.
Born into Meteor Street, with a weak foundation, shaky support, and no "true strongman" to rely on, he couldn't stamp authority or rely on anyone.
Power is status... force is justice... jungle law, that's all it is....
"Whoosh~" The cigarette butt sliced through the air as Berlus flicked it with his fingers, sending it straight into the ashtray.
"Creak~" The door closed.
The rogue turned his eyes and whispered to Kuroro, "Should we follow and take a look?"
Traffickers or true evangelists... daring to evangelize on Meteor Street under the guise of "charity," the rogue had never heard of such a thing before, and felt intrigued.
"Do you want to be abducted, killed, and chopped into pieces?" Pakunoda, following Kuroro, scoffed coldly.
The rogue smirked, pulling out a pair of binoculars from his coat and showing them off proudly: "I've got this!"
"Binoculars? Where did you get them?"
"Of course, I picked them up!"
The rogue wiped the lenses carefully, cherishing them: "Don't tell Uvogin about this, otherwise he'll cause a fuss again. Unfortunately, one lens is a bit cracked and it's uncomfortable to see through it."
The rogue turned to Kuroro: "But it still sees fine, so... should we go?"
Pakunoda tugged on Kuroro's sleeve.
The young man remained silent between the two, gazing through the atrium towards Street No. 4, inhaling deeply before speaking: "Sarasa has been searching for video tapes continuously. Unless we widen the search area, it's unlikely we'll find them."
"Clean-up Squad" is a serialized anime, divided into 10 episodes... 20 episodes... 30 episodes... numerous tape volumes.....
Kuroro extended his hand, holding the rogue with one and Pakunoda with the other, smiling as if performing a ceremony in the chapel's prayer hall: "I want to complete 'Clean-up Squad'. I want to see everyone's smiles, and if possible... just like Boss Berlus said, take everyone to see the outside world."
"Whether it's performing or enjoying the scenery, I want to announce to the world that Meteor Street also has an outstanding performance team!"
The rogue, Pakunoda all paused, feeling the warmth in their hands, the former grinned: "We'll have to visit Gaslan by then! I've long wanted to experience the world-famous 'entertainment capital'."
"There will be a chance,"
"There definitely will!"
Kuroro affirmed decisively,
"Then we'll watch from here, definitely not going to Street No. 4." Pakunoda pointed west.
There lies a towering garbage heap, a secret base and treasure ground for the group. Using its "geographical advantage," along with the rogue's newly picked-up binoculars, seeing the entrance and adjacent streets shouldn't be difficult.
"Alright."
The group left the villa, heading westward.
At the entrance, following Berlus's order,
two men in black immediately formed up, clearing the way for Roy and opened the iron gate.
"Head west, turn a corner and you'll see the number 4, that's Street No. 4."
"There's an abandoned church there, if you're capable, use it..."
"Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple!"
"Young Master," Haseki Dorou whispered to Roy: "They just muttered and made calls, possibly there's a trap!"
Having just entered society, the young man's mentor repeatedly advised him... "The world is treacherous, always be cautious."
Since then, whether at Heavens Arena or with the Zoldyck Family, Haseki Dorou upheld this advice in his actions.
Moreover, this is Meteor Street; earlier, Wutong told him what kind of place it really was, keeping him on edge and vigilant, speaking to remind Roy.
It's worth mentioning, since entering "the walls" after Heavens Arena, the young man's mindset changed, gradually resembling Wutong's demeanor.
"I have you." Roy said warmly, helping Haseki Dorou smoothen the wrinkles on his clothes.
Haseki Dorou felt warmth in his heart, clenched his right fist, hitting his chest: "Rest assured, young master, as long as I'm alive, nobody will lay a finger on you!"
[Hint: "Follower" Haseki Dorou... "Loyalty" +1...]
Roy patted his shoulder with satisfaction: "Let's go."
"Yes."
The young man closely followed Roy's footsteps, stepping into Meteor Street. He quickly witnessed what a "world's garbage dump" really meant!
Mountains of piled-up garbage stretched continuously, extending to the horizon... pungent odors accompanied by swarms of mosquitoes buzzing... compared to Kukuroo Mountain near the Zoldyck Family, this place indeed appeared... like hell!
"Young Master, a mask."
Haseki Dorou immediately took out a mask and handed it to Roy.
Before leaving, Wutong had prepared plenty of them, enough for a period.
Roy received the mask, glancing around, noticing many emaciated people, adults appearing underaged, underaged resembling skeletons... his gaze wandered towards a high "mountain" in the west, atop a gigantic heap of garbage, spotting three figures poking out.
After donning the mask, he redirected his gaze, leisurely leading Haseki Dorou towards Street No. 4 mentioned by the man in black...
On the garbage pile, Kuroro murmured: "Such keen senses!"
Even from hundreds of meters away, able to spot this side... the young man paused, quietly putting down the binoculars.
"What's wrong?" Pakunoda noticed Kuroro's unusual demeanor, her keen observation prompting her to ask quietly.
Kuroro handed the binoculars to the rogue, taking a moment before stating: "I feel like he might have spotted us."
"Not might, definitely did." The rogue received the binoculars, noticing Haseki Dorou beside Roy casting a sharp glance over, clicking his tongue:
"Those two give me the same feeling as Bolt!"
The rogue recalled his past experience sneaking to the outskirts of Street No. 4, searching for a gaming console and getting detected instantly; luckily he fled fast, sparing his life... Then he put down the binoculars, excitedly addressing Kuroro and Pakunoda: "Pakunoda, Kuroro, something entertaining is about to happen!"
Kuroro remained silent, Pakunoda exchanged glances... the three took turns watching Roy and Haseki Dorou through the binoculars.
The young man, accompanied by Haseki Dorou, arrived in front of an abandoned gray-white spire church, stopping as they were surrounded by numerous black-clad figures.
Followed by... the mottled, towering church's main entrance swung open with a "creak~" revealing a corner of the prayer hall,
In the center, amidst the most inner part,
A sinister youth was slicing a medium-rare steak with knife and fork.
"What's your business?"
"Renting, charity."
"I don't understand."
"Renting, evangelizing, aiding."
"You're wealthy?"
"Praise the sun... I have some assets."
Roy smiled,
The sinister youth, munching on steak with a "crunch~ crunch~", bearing "sun" and "moon" imprints on his left and right hand backs, mouth curling sideways, squinting his eyes into slits: "Charity is good... charity means wealth, did you know?"
Bolt leaned forward, showing interest in Roy: "Reverend sir, would you be willing to give me some charity?"
"Clack—" The rifle bolt moved, blade and steel rod reflecting a brilliant light....
His expression turned fierce as he spoke...
"Take him down, strip the money out, slice people, sell them..."
As for... the "brain"....
Mad, running to Meteor Street to aid those trash... must be an idiot...
"Just blast him away!"