42 Chapter 41.

(POV Sanji)

Weewooo weeeewooooo weeeewooooo.

Right now I could feel my heart beating at a thousand miles per hour.

There was a incredibly soft sensation pressed tightly against my back. The two of us were having a nice little drive on the highway on a motorcycle going at 200 miles per hour.

If it weren't for the loud sirens in the background this might be a wonderful scene between husband and wife.

If it wasn't for my wife screaming, "you'll never catch us alive coppers" from behind me I might have been able to enjoy this feeling a lot more.

If those cop cars that have us surrounded weren't there, maybe I'd be very blissful right now.

I assume you might be wondering how I got myself in this situation, well we will need to go back in time a bit to understand what really happened. I, at that time, definitely never would have thought this would be what our date would lead to.

All that could be said was, our date definitely turned out to be a date to remember.

…

Everything started with that bank robbery.

While I was standing there completely dumbfounded watching everything play out, the men were forcing the tellers to put a bunch of money in grocery bags.

I couldn't help thinking to myself at the time, you guys have interspatial storage items, don't you? You are mighty cultivators, right? Then why is it in my eyes you look like beggars right now?

You, especially you are too pitiful with your crippled bloody finger. That is supposed to be a finger right?

"Is this all you have? Do you think I'm an idiot, AH? I said put all the cash in the bags!"

"Uhm… sir, I think she put as much as the bags can hold. Those bags will tear from below if they get to heavy."

Oops I retorted without thinking.

It was then all five men turned their gazes towards me.

I was troubled by those cold indifferent gazes, but I was definitely not intimidated. After all, my wife was right by my side.

When I turned to my side to look at my wife… she was naturally standing right beside me with her beautiful charming smile on her face. Is what I would like to say. She was gone! What?! Little wife, please stop playing games with my heart!

I looked back towards the five and noticed behind them, on the other side of the glass window to the bank, my little wife had a bag of popcorn out eating like she was about to watch a good movie play out.

Little wife! Sure robberies definitely happen in movies, but this is real life! I want to watch too! I don't want to play a role this time!

Can you not force me into the role of the main protagonist?

Wait, maybe I can still be a side character.

When I looked at the man with the bloody finger I decided to put my posing to the test. I winked at him and nodded seriously like I was actually one of them.

Yes, I'm just a disguised robber in the crowd. That is my role. Please catch on.

The robber's eyes brightened and he nodded back towards me before resuming what he was doing.

It looks like I managed to deceive them this time. Aren't you guys too easy?

Little wife! Stop laughing over there! It's not a comedy! This is serious shit, robbing banks is hard work you know.

You can stop holding your stomach like you can't breathe, you're exaggerating way too much! Are those tears? You're crying? Really? Did I miss something funny here?

Anyways I just plopped myself down on the ground in seiza like a good little boy and hid behind some of the bigger men to not stand out. I don't like fighting after all, I am a pacifist. A distanced master secluded from the world who does not easily get involved in fights.

However, if push comes to shove, I'll fight you to the death.

Once the men had filled up twelve grocery bags with money one of the minions said, "boss, we've probably got enough, we should get going before the fuzz show up."

"We will split up and reunite at the designated meeting place. That fellow over there looks to be one of that cops acquaintances. We can probably pass their share to them through him instead of going to that place called the police station."

"We'll split the cash six ways and get out as fast as we can. We still don't know what the limits of these terrifying mortals are."

"We shouldn't underestimate this pocket realm, they have those terrifying things called guns. At all costs, you must not confront those projectiles they shoot out. You can see what happened to my finger, right? That tiny little projectile can do this level of damage to us. Every single one of those people called cops had one of those devices."

"If all of them can shoot those things out rapidly, we would be deader than dead within a few seconds."

"In this world, never assume you are the hunter, as you may very well be the hunted."

Wow it seems that guy with the bloody finger couldn't even stand up to a handgun. That's a bit disappointing to find out. I was thinking when I got back to this realm I'd be an immortal god at my present level. Thank god I didn't get cocky.

It was then that the person with the bloody finger, the boss, came over to me with two grocery bags bulging to the limit and filled with money.

"This is the agreed upon share, there should be enough in there to bail that idiot… I mean that person, Ten Jo, you took away to prison."

Holy crap a crown prince of an empire was sent to prison?! What the hell happened in the short time you guys have been here?

Also what the hell? All I did was wink and nod at you. What made you think I was an accomplice to a corrupt cop? Isn't this actually a big scoop?

I can see the headlines now, corruption in the local police force tasked to protect the public. I could actually make a lot of money just off of selling that scoop, can't I?

Wait, why are you walking away and leaving this money with me like this?! I don't want it! Are you kidding me?! This is being recorded you idiot! There are cameras all over the place. That was when the alarms finally went off.

A loud ringing noise broke out and startled the robbers. When they heard it, they may not have known exactly what it was, but they still instinctively burst out of the building and dashed off in five different directions at full speed.

Holy crap, aren't I screwed? But I have my wife after all. I should be safe, right?

I casually walked outside the bank with the two grocery bags in hand. You may ask why I didn't just leave the bags behind, right? Well I really wanted to get a good form of transportation for our date. Since the money was already in my hands, I might as well just use it. I'm already recorded on camera as being an accomplice, what else can I really do? Wipe the footage you may ask. These days that footage can even be uploaded to external servers in real time. Even if I wiped the records here, unless I know where the video footage was sent to, I'm basically screwed.

I'm damned if I keep it, I'm damned if I give it back. If I'm damned regardless, let's just use it right away. Besides, I should have enough prowess by now to at least evade the cops, right?

If worst comes to worst, we can just step out of this realm momentarily with my wife's help.

At this point in my train of thought, I walked over to my wife's side who was still eating popcorn with sparkling eyes.

"My wife, can you teleport us to the nearest car dealership? It's a few blocks away and it has a sign that says D*dge on it."

"But husband wouldn't that be boring and cheating?"

"We're just going to buy a motorcycle for transportation so we aren't walking everywhere, that's all."

"A motorcycle? I saw one of those in a movie from your world. Let's get one, it looks like fun."

My wife opened up a rift in space and we disappeared from in front of the bank and reappeared in front of the dealership.

At first my intention was to get a motorcycle, but when I was in front of the dealership I suddenly remembered a certain quadricycle.

When I walked inside I approached the desk quickly and asked them if they had a Tomahawk Mark V. Shockingly enough, they did have one. It looked like I hit the jackpot with this place. They said it was only for show purposes and not for sale. It's not even street legal after all.

I asked them if I could speak to the owner of the location.

The female receptionist naturally refused.

She took one glance up at my clothes then looked back downwards like I was air and said, "sorry he's not available." She used the most condescending voice I had ever heard.

I was naturally enraged so I pulled out a ten thousand bill, folded it in two and placed it between two fingers. I bent over the desk and said like a suave rich nouveau as I stuck it into her cleavage, "honey are you sure he's not available?"

She took one glance downwards between her chest and saw one bill and looked back up repulsed as she said, "look this is sexual harassment. If you're returning the ten thousand bill I lost earlier today, just hand it over to me normally. Don't try acting like a rich nobody with a single bill that isn't even yours."

I felt a bit embarrassed at my failed attempt to get her to swoon over me. How was I supposed to know she lost a ten thousand bill earlier today?

As such, I took out nine more bills and bent them the same way. I leaned over the desk and said, "sweetheart are you sure you only lose one ten thousand bill? I happened to find nine more as well. Do they all belong to you?"

I naturally pressed them against her lips with a confident smile on my face like I was trying to seduce her as the rich CEO of some grand corporation.

Beyond my expectations all I heard was her click her tongue and say, "scummy bastard. At least you have the conscience to return all the money instead of just some of it."

Eh, for real? I started to sweat. Were female receptionists who lost 100,000 in a day normal people? You can't be serious, right.

"Ehem." I awkwardly cleared my throat and decided to go for broke.

I pulled out ninety more bills and crumpled them up in my balled fist. I had slightly lost my composure at this point and stuffed my hand down her valley with all the cash and said with blood shot eyes. "Is this enough to see the owner bitch."

"Tch. Finally speaking my language I see."

After I had been swindled out of one hundred bills, she still had the nerve to put on a reluctant face as she pulled some strings to get the owner over to see me.

When the guy finally arrived he wore a professional looking suit and said, "sir, I understand you wanted to see me about some important business. May I know what this is concerning?"

When I finally met the owner I was in a terrible mood as I was forced to watch the receptionist suspiciously examine each bill one by one to make sure they were real while waiting for him to show up. Lady, can you please give me some face?

"Your Tomahawk Mark V, sell it to me. Just name your price."

"Sir, I'm sorry but I cannot sell it. It is just a show vehicle."

Don't mess with me right now. You definitely need to hire a better receptionist who doesn't piss your customers off to the extreme. After dealing with her, there is no way I'm not getting that bike!

"Is this enough?"

I tossed the two grocery bags in front of him like I couldn't care less for money. Inside it were tens of thousands of bills. They spilled out onto the table in front of us for him to get a good look at.

"Sir! This is?!"

"All real. Tch. You can inspect them if you want to like that receptionist over there."

When there is enough money, anyone will eventually bend their backs. That was what I firmly believed before I met that receptionist. Isn't she too scary? She didn't bat an eye when I shoved all those bills down her shirt. She even smiled at me provocatively like she wasn't impressed in the slightest. It was hot, don't get me wrong. But my pride was almost shattered by that look. I nearly had the urge to lift the shopping bags and shower her in a rain of money in retaliation.

However, a refined distanced from the mortal realm master like I can't lose his cool in front of others.

As the owner inspected the bills closer, his breathing started to turn ragged. I could see the sweat that built up on his forehead.

Ah! That's the look I wanted to see! That's what a normal person should look like. Definitely not like that scary receptionist of yours. He's a goner for sure.

He turned back to face me with a serious expression on his face and said, "sir, are you certain? It's all real, I can tell this much, but this amount far exceeds the value of that bike."

"Money amounts to nothing in my eyes. After all I'm filthy rich second generation who doesn't need to put in even an ounce of effort to make this amount of money."

It felt fun acting like a big shot when I was really just a poor bloke.

"I know you must be hesitant to hand the bike over like this, but…"

"Sir, the bike is yours."

He interrupted me before I could even finish. Wow, why can't your receptionist be as cool as you?

I guess he felt no guilt in ripping off someone that was acting like a rich scumbag.

"Here are the keys."

"No paperwork?"

"It's not a registered vehicle. What you do with it is none of my business."

That's convenient.

Money really does make the world go round. Too bad I can't keep that money or it'd just be asking for trouble. That money is literally just a hot potato.

Having gotten rid of the money I took my wife's hand and followed the owner to where the Tomahawk was located.

It was put on display at another entrance to the dealership. I picked up the helmets that were hanging on the sides of the handles. I handed one over to my wife and put on the other. My wife followed suit and wore the other.

I got on the bike and bent over parallel to it. My wife was confused how she was supposed to ride it so I just pointed to my back.

She asked, "are you sure?" I was confused by her question but soon realized why she asked that.

She jumped on the bike and sat down with her but on my back as she crossed her legs and faced the opposite direction like an arrogant queen who ruled over the masses.

I almost wanted to cough up blood when I realized her misunderstanding. Sure her ass on my back was unbearably soft and pleasing to the senses, but doesn't this look to comical?

"Pfft. Lame."

That's enough out of you miss receptionist.

Owner! Not you too, don't look the other way and try to hide your smile that says you want to burst out laughing.

"Husband, are you sure this is how I'm supposed to ride it with you?"

"My wife, you're supposed to lay on top of me facing the same direction and wrap your arms around me."

"Oh! That also works."

She rotated to face my direction and grinder her crotch against my back as she slid her bottom down to the seat behind me.

She pressed her chest heavily against my back and two new wonderful sensations were attacking me. She tightly wrapped her arms around my lower waist. In this position there wasn't the slightest gap of air between us.

My heart started pounding uncontrollably and a little brother I felt like I hadn't seen in a while woke up.

When I turned the key in the ignition the bike started to give off strong vibrations. Uh oh, I don't think I fully thought this through when I bought this bike. Aren't I in a bit of a pickle right now?

I couldn't possibly get up after this so I told the owner, "open the doors."

He looked a bit curiously towards the two of us, but said no more and opened the doors as I instructed.

I rotated the handles all the way and an extreme burst of acceleration assaulted my senses. Wth high speed, we burst straight out the door quickly leaving the dealership in the dust. I nearly hit a wall on my way out, but I narrowly managed to drift my way out of it and made it onto the main road.

It looks like the two of us could finally get this date rolling. I still had the money I had withdrawn and extorted from that tool at the bank. Now it was just time to figure out where to go first.