Naruto:Suna Shinobi

"My dear friend, I don't think my work is any weaker than those monsters," Hirito said with a smirk.

"So you don't have to worry about me bypassing you to work directly with Victor."

Harvey Dent's brow furrowed as he observed Black Gold.

For a brief moment, he looked stunned.

Then, his expression shifted to intrigue.

"How about this…" Harvey chuckled, tilting his head.

"I invest in you, and you make me a hundred of these robots?"

Hirito laughed.

He knew exactly what Harvey was thinking.

The Two-Face had initially wanted Titan Venom, but now—seeing Black Gold's power—he was thinking that Hirito's creation was better.

It was a power move—a statement.

Hirito was showing Two-Face that he didn't need Titan Venom.

That his work surpassed it.

"I'm sorry," Hirito replied casually.

"But Penguin already asked me the same thing."

He smirked.

"The answer is still no."

Hirito glanced outside.

The Two-Face Gang thugs were staring at Black Gold with wide eyes.

Many had instinctively raised their weapons.

Harvey Dent sighed and stepped out of the car, waving a dismissive hand.

"Put your guns away," he commanded.

The thugs hesitated before lowering their weapons.

Harvey turned back to Hirito.

"Victor lives in Burnley," he revealed.

"I bought a cold storage warehouse there and set it up as his research base."

"If you go to Swo Street, my men will escort you there."

Hirito narrowed his eyes.

"As for what you want from him," Harvey continued,

"let me warn you—Victor isn't like us. He doesn't care about money or power."

"His only concern is finding a cure for his wife."

Hirito absorbed the information.

"Thanks for the warning," he said.

"But tell me—what exactly is wrong with his wife?"

Harvey shrugged.

"Some rare, chronic neurodegenerative disease," he answered vaguely.

"Honestly? I don't know the specifics."

Hirito's mind raced.

'A rare, incurable disease… in this world, maybe. But with medical ninjutsu…'

He filed away the information for later.

"Alright," Harvey clapped his hands.

"By tonight, my people will withdraw from the streets I promised you."

"The cash, weapons, and vehicles will be delivered by tomorrow night."

"The exchange will happen at Victor's cold storage."

Hirito smiled.

"Deal."

The Two-Face Gang piled into their cars, engines roaring.

As they prepared to leave, Harvey gestured toward Kerman Cole.

The man was bound, mouth stuffed with a dirty rag, eyes full of terror.

Harvey grinned.

"Consider this my gift to you," he said before driving away.

Aman walked over, gripping Kerman by the collar.

"Boss, what should we do with him?"

Hirito glanced at Kerman—then looked away.

His voice was cold, emotionless.

"Put him in a sack, fill it with cement, and throw it off Gotham Bridge."

Aman smirked.

"Understood."

As Aman dragged Kerman away, Hirito turned to the accountant.

"Bring our people this afternoon," he instructed.

"Take over Rosanya Street, Shock Street, and Aylesbury."

"Tomorrow, when Two-Face's gang delivers the weapons and cars, I want you to oversee the transfer."

The accountant blinked in shock.

"Boss… how did you pull this off?"

He gestured at the massive new territory, the weapons, the money.

"You didn't sell yourself to Two-Face, right?"

Hirito sighed and flicked his forehead.

"It's called negotiation, you idiot."

With that, he turned and walked back into the factory.

There was still work to do.

The next phase of Black Gold's modifications had begun.

This time, Hirito installed an advanced psionic muscle system.

Instead of relying on primitive cylinders, he replaced them with:

Multi-layered composite rubber shells

External woven fibers

The result?

Increased power output

Better flexibility

Higher movement efficiency

The biggest challenge?

The materials.

The composite rubber came from Wayne Enterprises—a military-exclusive product.

Hirito had to rely on Penguin's black market connections to acquire it.

And even then, the price was astronomical.

It took him all evening to install the new components.

When he was finally done, he sat back and admired his work.

Black Gold 2.0

[Puppet Name]: Black Gold

[Height]: 2.04 meters

[Weight]: 201.2 kg

[Material]: Industrial alloy, ceramic composite fiber, artificial rubber, silver, copper...

[Energy Source]: None

[Control Method]: Chakra Strings

[Rating]: B (B+)

[Overall Evaluation]:

An armored combat puppet, fusing puppetry with modern engineering.

It has high durability, devastating melee power, and moderate ranged capabilities.

Its compatibility with puppetry techniques is lower than Fatty,

but its DC-world materials more than compensate.

Hirito wasn't just excited about Black Gold's upgrades.

The Luck Bar had skyrocketed.

When Hirito became a Chunin, his luck stat jumped to 49.7%.

After absorbing Two-Face's territory?

54.6%.

A massive boost.

"This is good," he murmured.

"Now, we wait for Two-Face's weapons and cash to arrive."

With money, guns, and land, Hirito could expand further.

Now that Hogg United controlled:

Four streets

A residential community

It was time to recruit.

He needed more than just thugs.

Bars, clubs, and underground fight pits—all prime recruitment zones.

However…

Hirito didn't want just anyone.

He needed real talent.

"If we're expanding, we need quality fighters," he thought.

Hogg United was growing rapidly—but its strength needed to match.

The upcoming recruitment drive would be critical.

But there was one problem.

Money.

The $1 million from Two-Face needed to be laundered.

If Penguin handled it, he'd take half in fees and bribes.

Thankfully—Hogg United had some resources.

The Spalletta family's old businesses:

Bars

Nightclubs

Freight companies

All perfect for money laundering.

And with the right planning?

Hirito could turn dirty cash into clean profit.

(End of Chapter 41)

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