A Person With Inferior Ability Returns From Demon World

You old Bartolo!　Of all the things you could've done, you talked to my mom!

Ha ha ha.... your opponent is one step ahead of you, Shunrui.

Wang Shunhao threw his legs out wide on the bus to his own private jet at the airport. He crossed his legs, which were evident even from the outside of his jeans. And next to the shunned man, a boy with an innocent-looking appearance was still chuckling with a tablet computer in his hand.

''Let's get to Miremar in a heartbeat, like this!　Liang, little brother, Didi!

'I told you not to do that, little brother!　Shunsuke, I'm twelve years old now!

'I got it!　It's a small one, you know.

Now... what?　A "talented man

Oh, it's nothing, Ryo.

Ryo, who had a small shadow on his face, waved his hand hurriedly at the big-bodied Shunsuke, who was over six feet tall and exposed his thick arms through his short sleeves.

(Ryo cares too much. I'm sure he looks even more adorable when he's with me.

Shungo, who is more than twice Ryo's age, has a hard time keeping his head above water with this innocent boy.

The shadow disappears from his face and Ryo looks at the screen of his tablet PC and explains the current situation to Shungo.

''Shungo, we haven't been given permission to take off yet. Shungo jumped into the airplane out of the blue, and the air traffic control seems to be in a state of panic.

'Huh?　You've got to be kidding me!　What are you doing, ATC!　What do you think they came right away for? If old Bartolo's old man comes to Millimer first, he's going to intercept his prey. I can see it, what the old man is thinking.

Because even [Heaven's Clothing] is formless in front of the aunt.

Bah!　No way!　They're giving me a piece rate system!　I can't forgive you for imitating so many licks, I'll take all the prey. I won't refund you a dime.

''Haha, it's certainly the first time a Shunta has taken action when the money hasn't been transferred yet, isn't it?

No, the second time. The last time was at Dortmund.

Wow, I didn't know that happened.

'Well, this time we'll move as soon as we see the transfer there!

So why don't you just make a move?　It's not like your rewards are invalidated if you kill an enemy before the transfer is made, is it?

No, that's a non-negotiable. I don't distrust the agency. It's not my policy to allow it.

I guess we're all in this together now that we're acting like this...

No, not that. We'll head there right away, but this time it's on a piece rate basis!

Well, I'll just put it that way.... Oh, come on, let's just get on the plane. I'll put you in a hurry for air traffic control.

For goodness sake, Ryo. And do you know where the enemy is right now?

''Leave it to me, considering the purpose of Surt's sword, there's only one reason for those guys to be concerned about such a remote millimeter or something. They've probably found a powerful spiritual place. And if we can get information from the military regime, I think we'll be able to identify the location soon. The agency is already working on that area, and no agency would be reluctant to give out information at any cost.

Han! It's okay, though. Well, that Bartolo isn't that lowly either. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a request to this 【Tenno Mukou】.

'That's right, I've said that I'm going to transfer the money ahead of time if it works out, so that means I'm definitely going to pay it. But the shunting is too expensive - the institution is struggling in that area, right? 'Fortunately'

'That's what pisses me off! I'm not going to cut corners as long as you're paying me. I always have and I always will. If I don't, I'm not worth a d*mn!

So maybe Mr. Bartolo is just lightly trying to outsmart the great man, huh? If you do, you'll get your money back.

'No way! When it starts, we'll suddenly go full throttle! Ryo! I'm going to raid these people, the Sword of Surt and all! Ryo should protect that Mattoo or whatever the hell he's called!

''Haha ... if this is another one of those Bartolo-san's aims, he's a really inedible person.

Shungo's private jet was already out of the hangar and the engine was on fire. Shungo grumbled as he climbed the stairs, one hand carrying a scimitar covered in a cloth larger than Shungo's body.

A boy with a troubled smile on his face, Wang Liang, followed behind him.

About an hour later, the jet with Shunhao on board finally got the OK from air traffic control and took off for Millamar and the relay station of Ho Chi Minh City.