Novel & Cerita Strawhats Current Bounties

More common than the one before. He kept reading in a loud voice. - "The next are three brothers; Souji, Ryutaro and Hijama Takahashi. Ages; 18, 18 and 16 respectively. All have Sacred Gears. They are; 'False Gift', 'Mantle of Caos' and 'Tome of Magic'." - He stopped reading and turned to the other page. "Seems images of them are here." *Swift!* - When he said that Sirzechs stole the paper from his hands.

He wore a runner's vest like the couriers used in the industrial sectors. "What kind of questions?" I asked. The kid jumped, spinning around. "You're her. The one they're looking for." "Depends who's asking." "Inquisitor Dahlia. House Blue." He pulled a folded paper from his vest. "She's offering a thousand credits now. Not five hundred. A thousand. For information leading to your capture." The number hit like cold water. They'd doubled the bounty overnight. Whitney took the paper, scanned it, and passed it to me. My face wasn't on it, just a description.

He looks back, steady and calm like always. "You know about the seal," I say. "Elder Qian's research notes. Public section." He picks up his chopsticks. "I read them two years ago when I arrived at the sect. I've been updating my read periodically." He eats. "You're accelerating the removal." "Trying to." "Good." He says it simply, the way he says most things — like the conclusion is obvious once you have the information. "The Crimson Phoenix Clan bounty on you is still active, by the way. Two hundred gold. Someone matched it last month. Four hundred total now."

The starlight blood on my face hardens into silver lines down my cheeks like war paint. Celeste (dead calm): “Good. Then we stop playing defense.” The HUD flickers once. 13 / 47 Piece stolen: HEARTBOUND The Forty-Eighth now holds your mate-bond. Retrieve or replace. There is no third option. I look at my crew as they pour into my room—Seras on fire, Kayo tails lashing, Aki and Riku cracking knuckles, Rowan Vale stepping out of a shadow with galaxy eyes blazing. I meet every single gaze.

"A highly organized Scourge syndicate has taken over a vital water-filtration plant in the southern grid. They are heavily armed, and they've taken hostages. Real-world collateral." Ren froze. "Hostages?" "The Vanguard engine will render the hostages as 'VIP Escort NPCs'," Vance intervened smoothly, his perfect smile firmly in place. "Your objective will be to eliminate the Scourge boss without allowing the VIP health bars to drop to zero. A classic escort mission. But the payout is unprecedented." Vance pulled out his datapad and tapped the screen. A notification pinged on Ren's AR contact lenses. [NEW CLASSIFIED BOUNTY: 20,000,000 STANDARD CREDITS.]

“You don’t have to talk. We don’t give a shit about your opinion.” “What does the council want from you?” Ben’s side glanced at me through the rearview. “You’re just a pathetic little human. In fact, I don’t see anything special about you.” “Good point. I was asking the same thing,” I muttered under my breath, trying to process the glorious reality they just captured me. “And the fact that they want you alive, you must be of value to them.” “Yeah,” Liam agreed. “I mean, five hundred grand? That’s a lot of money, and she’s not even a royal to have that amount of bounty.”

"Lady Zhuyun also owns a yeouiju. Hers is of lesser value compare to the one that Hyakuya Kurai and Maiko has but it is still an object of power. He has desired it as well as hold a centuries old grudge against her hence why he has attacked her. Yuto is being punished by the benefactor despite already being punished by another. The only way to break through and go back is to have more power. That is the reason he desires the yeouiju. Yuto has no desire to train hence he wants to take short cuts instead. Now he is being monitored and the benefactor has brought a message that Yuto will pay for his crimes in the right moment." "Okay? Um... I have a question. Kurai has the yeouiju now. What will

"Kokomi of the Mitsui family is my best friend, and she told me… She's still traumatized, and she trusts me, not to mention she has no one else to tell. She's not aware that we're acquainted, and she just believes that I'm reliable enough to listen." Charlie nodded, understanding why Kokomi would tell Nanako despite his demand for secrecy. "In that case, I can understand. Don't worry, I'm not upset." "Good… but I actually called for a favor," she said softly and hesitantly. Charlie chuckled. "It's alright. Just tell me, don't be shy." Nanako sighed as she said, "I've just received word that someone posted a billion-dollar bounty on Tanya Sweet. They even sought out Hattori Hanzo but were not

Each one was emblazoned with multiple warning labels on the dangers of improper use. The thugs tried their best not to read them. Amal walked up to the counter with Nightmare in her grip. She pushed him into the counter, and knocked some of the air out of his lungs. “Hi!” she said. “We’re here to turn in a couple dozen bounties.” Claire looked up from her terminal and glanced at the group. Seven hardened bounty hunters and five of their grizzled prey. The thirteen of them were a sight to behold. She recognized a number of them.

Before she could speak, Damien’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen. His expression changed instantly. “Aldo.” The butler stepped forward. “Sir?” Damien held up the phone. “It just came from our man inside the police headquarters.” “What happened?” Damien’s voice turned cold. “Vincent Devereaux has issued a private bounty.” Elena frowned. “A bounty?” Damien looked directly at Daniel. “Fifty million dollars…” “…for the man who just walked into this house.”