Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"Satisfied, how can I not be satisfied? Look at these girls, I can see that you have put in a lot of effort. You have really carried forward your Inuyama family's pimping business!" Ange patted Inuyama He's shoulder heavily.

The two old men smiled at each other, then opened their arms and hugged each other tightly.

Inuyama He led Ange to the end of the corridor.

Opening the door, there is a quiet Japanese-style room. There are no fancy Ukiyo-e paintings or patterns. The walls are covered with plain paper grids. A long table is placed in the center of the room, and on it is a copper basin filled with clear water, with fragrant tulip petals floating in the basin.

There is no need for any decoration here, because any color will pale in comparison to the girls on both sides of the long table.

Ange sat down at the head of the long table. The two girls closest to him knelt down and handed him the cigar and wine glass. The collars of their shirts were open, revealing their delicate white skin. They were wearing super short student skirts and black or white stockings.

Ordinary student uniforms look more charming on them than any other outfit. Compared with the girls here, the beautiful singers and dancers on the first and second floors have become ordinary and vulgar girls.

The girl on the left used a match to create a bright flame and respectfully lit a cigar for Ange. The girl on the right slowly poured warm liquor into Ange's porcelain cup. The scene was like a famous painting of a concubine serving the monarch.

At either end of the long table sat two middle-aged men who bowed slightly to Ange.

"The head of the Ryoma family, Mr. Ryoma Genichirō." Inuyama He introduced the middle-aged man with sparse middle-parted hair and black-framed glasses.

"I'm from Kassel College, Class of 83, majoring in 'Dragon Genealogy'. My graduation thesis is 'The Application of Modern Weapons to Dragons', which was included in the library's high-quality document archives by the president." Ryoma Genichirō said respectfully.

"The head of the Miyamoto family, Mr. Miyamoto Shio." Inuyama He pointed to the younger man wearing old-fashioned tortoiseshell-framed glasses.

"Class of 91 at Kassel College, majoring in practical alchemy, received the president's scholarship and was recommended for graduate school." Miyamoto Shio bowed.

"I remember that both the Alchemy Department and the Equipment Department had offered you a job, but something happened in your family fifteen years ago, so you refused and gave up the qualification to be recommended for graduate school, right?" Angé asked.

"Yes, it's a family secret. I'm sorry I can't tell the principal."

"Yes, I can't tell you about what happened fifteen years ago. Fifteen years later, you led the entire Ganliu Research Institute to resign, so I can't tell you about it either, right?" Ange smiled. "Mr. Miyamoto Shio from Ganliu Research Institute."

"Is the purpose of the principal's visit to hold us accountable?" Miyamoto Shio asked calmly.

"Have students learned to ask questions back to their teachers?" Ange smiled. "The atmosphere is quite tense. What's the next appetizer? A knife? Or a bullet?"

"Don't ruin the atmosphere right away. As students, we should think about repaying our teachers first when we're successful, right?" Inuyama He stepped forward to smooth things over. "Let me introduce the principal to some of the treasures I've collected over the years."

"Meihezi started dancing at the age of three. She's proficient in ballet, Latin, jazz, and ballroom dance... and at the age of sixteen, she won a good place at the Helsinki International Ballet Competition. She's an absolute dance genius!"

Inuyama He pointed at the tall and elegant girl on Angers' left.

"Maki, a film and television actress who shot to fame, has a huge fan base in both Japan and South Korea. All of her co-stars are top-tier male stars."

Inuyama He pointed at the pretty girl with a sweet smile on Ange's right and said.

"Nanako, 21 years old, a young artist, returned from studying at the Royal Academy of Music in the UK. She once sang at the Royal Concert in the UK and received high praise!"

Inuyama He high-fived lightly, "Hey, Nanako, sing a few lines for Principal Ange!"

The girl who was called stood up gracefully and began to sing. Her soprano voice echoed in the Japanese-style room. Her singing was ethereal and melodious, like the clear sound of Sanskrit, and just like the sound of nature.

"Bravo!" Although Ange didn't understand the meaning of the girl's lyrics, he was moved by the narrative and couldn't help but applaud.

"Next up is Sakurano, a national treasure-level model..." Inuyama He looked at a girl in the middle of the long table whose long hair covered her face. "Hmm? Sakurano, are you feeling unwell today? Why are you hunched over and looking down the whole time?"

"Hey, Aha, girls are as fragile as cherry blossoms. If they feel uncomfortable, just let them rest. No need to show off." Ange waved his hand. "Seeing these girls, I believe you still understand my aesthetic taste."

As Ange spoke, he glanced at Sakurano, who had been kneeling on her seat with her head down and silent, her face unclear. Her figure of 1.7 meters was indeed outstanding among Japanese girls, but he felt for some reason that this girl exuded an inexplicable sense of familiarity... It was like meeting an acquaintance in a foreign land.

Just at this moment, the chef appeared pushing a one-meter-long wooden boat, which was filled with sashimi, sushi and crab roe. The master in charge of shochu also came with a half-person-high wine jar on his shoulder, like an ancient strong man. When the mud seal was opened, white mist filled the air and the aroma of wine filled the air.

"Ah, you're so thoughtful." Ange smiled and raised his glass, acting like a host. "Enjoy it, drink to your heart's content, gentlemen, for this wonderful evening!"

Seeing Ange taking the lead, Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio had no choice but to raise their glasses and drink with him. Some of the prepared remarks were washed down by the hot wine when they came to their lips.

"Come on, everyone, let's toast the principal." Inuyama He called on the girls to toast Ange, "Mikako, didn't you see that the principal's glass is empty? Maki, didn't you learn Thai massage techniques from a TV show? Relax the principal's shoulders!"

"Principal, how about we stay here tonight?" Inuyama He stroked Nanako's beautiful legs and laughed. "Tamamonomae has been cleared for three days. These girls have been busy for so long and it's time for them to take a break. I'll notify their agency to stop all activities and have them all stay here with the principal... I just don't know if the principal's body can handle it at his age, hahahaha!"

"Aha, you really haven't changed your ways. You're not even hesitating to push your beloved goddaughters to my side. Your heart must be bleeding." Angers embraced women on both sides, acting like an ancient Japanese emperor. "What a generous bribe! Anyone who can refuse such a tempting offer isn't a real man, right?"

Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio looked at each other. The direction of the banquet had completely gone astray. They had no say at all and could not influence the course of events. They could only drink one glass after another.

The most embarrassing thing is that Ange and the head of the Inuyama family are surrounded by beautiful girls and look very happy. Only the two of them are like middle-aged losers who were kicked out of the house by their wives. They hide in the corner and drink one sip after another of the bitter wine out of sympathy.

……

If Tamamonomae is the most beautiful paradise for men in the entire Shinjuku district, then Takama-ga-hara is the most famous paradise for women in the entire men's red-light district.

In the basement of Takama-ga-hara, Caesar was stunned when he just opened the door. Outside the door was a piece of seductive... fat!

To be precise, he was a burly fat man, nearly two meters tall, and weighed at least two hundred pounds. Not only that, he was wearing at least size 48 extra-large high heels, and a hot miniskirt with a waistline of more than one and a half meters. His face, as majestic as a Vajra, was painted with crimson eyeshadow, flaming lipstick, and rose-red blush.

For a moment, Caesar didn't know what words to use to describe this scene.

He originally thought that there would be no high heels of this size and such a wide miniskirt in the world, because such an outfit could not be worn by any woman in the world today. Even the "giant" female stars of the NBA seemed to look dwarfed in front of such a suit.

"Whose fat..."

Caesar wanted to say something about a pig demon that had become a spirit and escaped from the pigpen and secretly put on makeup, but before he could finish his words, Chu Zihang suddenly jumped out of the bathtub, pressed the back of Caesar's head, and forced Caesar to bow with him: "Hello, Fujiwara-senpai."

The "Pig Demon Man" nodded, stuffed a package into Chu Zihang's arms, and said, "Tonight is your debut show. The store manager is looking forward to your good performance."

The man came and left in a hurry, and his high heels made a thudding sound on the floor as he walked, as if the whole building was shaking. Caesar's eyelids also twitched with the frequency of the vibration... He wondered what brand of high heels these were so that he could get a pair for Nuonuo later. Whether they looked good or not was secondary. The quality was really good, and they were definitely a weapon as sharp as a sword for self-defense!

"His name is Fujiwara Kansuke, and he's a veteran gigolo here," Chu Zihang introduced. "I heard he used to be an Ōzeki-class sumo wrestler, just one step away from the top rank of 'Yokozuna.' He was a hot star in both the sumo and entertainment circles. Later, a fan couldn't accept the news of his engagement and jumped off a building. Suddenly, he realized that a man's flower path lies in universal love, so he immediately broke up with the popular Japanese drama actress he was engaged to and turned to gigoloing. This caused a sensation in Japan at the time."

"A fat transvestite... Japanese people really have unique tastes." Caesar whispered.

"Takamagahara is a top-tier gigolo club, and its performance system is the strictest. All gigolos must go through three steps: debut, internship, and store manager assessment. Only those who pass all of them can stay here as official gigolos." Chu Zihang said.

"The number of tickets you receive during your debut determines your starting point. Your development during your internship determines your talent, and the store manager assessment is a crucial hurdle that determines life or death. Surviving here as a gigolo... in some ways, the requirements are even more rigorous than entering the academy's executive department."

"Have you ever considered Professor Schneider's feelings when comparing the Executive Department to a host parlor?" Caesar rolled his eyes. "By the way, didn't that fat... Mr. Fujiwara-senpai say that today is our debut day?"

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"He did say that tonight is our debut." Chu Zihang nodded. "The waiters told me that the first performance in Takamagahara is crucial. If we're popular enough, we can be promoted to trainee gigolos. If things go badly, we won't even have the chance to wait on tables and will be kicked out."

"That's not going to happen."

Caesar took a puff of his cigar, exhaling blue smoke.

"Although I don't have much experience as a gigolo, even a fat, cross-dressing guy like Fujiwara-senpai can thrive here. There's no way I'd lose to him," Caesar said confidently. "My bastard dad says a lot of shameless nonsense, but there's one thing he said that I think makes a lot of sense... A Gattuso man would never lose in any battle involving women."

"Let's go." Caesar put out his cigar and patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, like a general about to go to the battlefield.

"Wait a minute." Chu Zihang stopped Caesar, "Are you planning to go on stage like this?"

Caesar looked down at himself, his upper body exposed, covered only by a bath towel. "That's right, it's really not appropriate to appear like this. Do you have any suits here? They don't need to be custom-made, just something ordinary, Prada or Armani will do, the color doesn't matter..."

"No." Chu Zihang shook his head, "There's only this package. Senior Fujiwara stuffed it into my hand just now. I don't know what's inside."

Chu Zihang placed the brown package on the ground and spread it out. When they saw what was inside the package, they were both stunned.

"What the hell!" Caesar was shocked. "We're going to go on stage wearing these?"

"It seems so." Chu Zihang's face was also a little strange. "But at least there is the suit you want in here. It's of high quality, from Armani."

Chu Zihang took out the Armani custom-made suit from the package. Unlike ordinary suits, this one was a super tight style. The fabric of the suit was sewn with purple and silver sequins. The top three buttons and the bottom two buttons were removed, probably to force the person wearing the suit to better show off his figure.

Caesar also took out a shirt with leopard print leather. It was so short that it almost exposed his belly button and had countless holes on it. I thought it would be very cool and stylish to wear this shirt while riding a motorcycle in the summer.

Not only that, the package also includes punk-style silver necklaces, silver skull pendants, sparkling rhinestone earrings, silver dragon head rings, rose-colored lipsticks, crimson eye shadows, gold foil stickers, disposable hair dye... Everything related to decorations and makeup is available.

But the taste of these things is really hard to describe... If you really want to wear all of them, you will probably be a combination of a ghost-fire boy, a bad junior high school student, and the host of a Taiwanese late-night erotic show from twenty years ago.

What kind of woman would like a man who looks like a ghost-fire boy, a bad student, or a porn show host?

Caesar's confident attitude was completely defeated by these fancy props. He thought for a long time and felt that everything in front of him seemed beyond his understanding.

"It's really hard to accept." Chu Zihang patted Caesar on the shoulder and comforted him, "But you are a man of the Gattuso family. These should be no problem for you. A man of the Gattuso family will never lose in any battle involving women, right?"

Caesar looked at Chu Zihang in surprise... This guy was actually comforting him?

In the past, he was thankful that this guy didn't add salt to his wounds by kicking him when he was down. Caesar always thought that Chu Zihang was the kind of person who looked serious on the surface but was actually mean at heart. But at this moment, not only did the other party not throw stones into his well, but he also lent him a hand... This made Caesar feel a long-lost, brotherly warmth.

Thinking back on the fact that he had been an opponent of this guy for so long, Caesar was not willing to admit defeat to Chu Zihang in any matter. The best blood of the Gattuso family flowed in his veins. Chu Zihang's comfort made Caesar feel warm on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also aroused his proud nature.

If Chu Zihang can accept it so calmly, there is no reason for Caesar Gattuso to be cowardly!

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang are both Chinese, and Caesar himself is half Chinese. According to the strictest traditional family rules, men who work in such a shameful job as a gigolo are men who do not observe male ethics and will be tortured by being drowned in a pig cage. Caesar has Nuonuo and Chu Zihang has Xia Mi. These two girls are more fierce than the other. No one wants to be drowned in a pig cage, so no one will betray their brothers.

For example, there was a rule for joining the student union, which was to strip naked and run naked on the mountain road outside the college at midnight. Everyone in the student union had run naked, including Caesar, and a lot of photos were taken of them. But if everyone had photos of each other running naked, the threat would no longer be considered a threat.

Just like what the gigolos are experiencing now, it is safe to do decadent things together. Anyway, no one else here knows them. It may be stupid and embarrassing to go on stage alone, but the nature of it is completely different when there are people you know doing it with you.

Can the stupidity of brothers being together be called stupidity? Not at all! That's called brotherhood!

Thinking of this, Caesar suddenly felt that these stupid clothes and accessories in front of him were not completely unacceptable.

"You choose first. Do you want to wear a shirt or a suit?" Caesar looked at Chu Zihang and smiled generously.

"I won't wear these." Chu Zihang said, "This is specially sent to you by Senior Fujiwara. The shirt and suit are a set. The lipstick and earrings will also come in handy. He came to see you when you were unconscious, and he arranged all these."

"What? Then what are you wearing?" Caesar was stunned. The psychological structure he had spent a long time building seemed to be on the verge of collapse again.

"My clothes were delivered a long time ago." Chu Zihang took out a set of white clothes with wide sleeves and long blue hakama, as well as an ancient Japanese sword with a black sheath from one of the wooden barrels. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

"That's all?" Caesar said dully. "That's all?"

"No more." Chu Zihang shook his head.

"Where's the lipstick? Where's the earrings? Where's the eyeshadow? Where's the ring?"

"The store manager said that none of these are suitable for me. I must appear in a natural look." Chu Zihang continued to shake his head.

He really couldn't bring himself to say such corny words as "Mr. Chu, the first time I saw you, I felt that you were the most elegant cornflower in the wind. You must not let external things tarnish your beauty."

Caesar stood there in a daze, with a thousand horses galloping in his heart. So in the end, he was the only one who suffered the most humiliation?

Lu Mingfei ran away, Chu Zihang played a normal warrior, and only Caesar had to wear heavy makeup and be an exposure-addicted sissy?

Caesar decided to exclude Japan from his wedding plan of traveling around the world. He didn't want to visit this sinful and shameful country again.

……

The first floor of Takama-ga-hara is a vast dance floor. A male DJ with his upper body naked is playing cassettes on the stage, and countless men and women are dancing to their heart's content on the dance floor.

This was a grand evening party. The women wore sexy short skirts and slender high heels. They twisted their bodies like snakes. The sequins on their skirts fluttered like snake scales, shining enchantingly under the light balls.

The women were surrounded by men, all of whom were young and handsome, yes, handsome!

Most of them are handsome men of the level of Takarai Hideto, charming and seductive, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and a kind of "vampire-like" gorgeous coldness... But now these handsome men are dressed in ghostly clothes, with flashy effeminate makeup, it is simply a concentration camp of transsexuals.

Fujiwara Kansuke was also among them. He was a super heavyweight handsome man. His huge buttocks alone took up the space of two people. The miniskirt and small shirt could not cover his original flesh. When he danced, the flesh waves all over his body trembled like waves of the sea, and each layer of flesh waves would shake off gold powder like rain. He danced wantonly in the posture of sumo wrestlers, his face was majestic, his flesh mountain was trembling, and his dance was indescribably sexy.

There was no sober person here. The drunk women stuffed their credit cards into the waiters' collars, and then brought mojitos and vodka from the trays. They poured the chilled liquor into the necklines of the dancers, and cheered as they looked at the curves outlined by the drinks.

When the atmosphere reaches its climax, the male dancer will tear his wet shirt into pieces at the urging of the women. The women scream and stretch out their dirty hands to touch his rock-carved muscles, and stuff banknotes into the slits of his trousers.

Suddenly, the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and the cheers and screams gradually stopped. Both the women who came here to consume and the men who worked here were looking towards the center of the stage, where a high platform was slowly rising.

A sturdy black shadow appeared on the podium at some point, and a beam of light fell from the ceiling, enveloping him. It was a bald man, with a huge blue whale occupying half of his head. He held a high-mounted microphone in his hands, like the god Zeus descending from the sky with thunder and lightning in his hands.

"Baby!" The bald man swept his loving gaze over every woman present, holding up the microphone and roaring, "Tonight...are you happy?"

The ladies jumped up with their arms raised and cheered and screamed.

"Do you feel the fiery flower path?" The bald man smiled. "Does the flower path of my lovely boys warm your wounded, cold hearts?"

The gigolos also stood up from their seats and applauded the whale-like man loudly, their eyes full of admiration and respect.

"Something big is about to happen in Takamahara. It's been two full months since our last gorgeous flower arrived," the bald man said. "And tonight, tonight! Two gorgeous flowers will be added to our flower path!"

"I can guarantee that you've never seen such gorgeous young men! They are the most talented newcomers I've seen in my decades of experience. From the first moment I saw them, I was struck by their unique aura. Oh my god, if I were a woman, I would fall in love right then and there, doubly in love, because I couldn't choose between any one of them!"

"They are all so lonely, so lost, like eagles with broken wings, or warriors in distress. They are as passionate as fire, yet tinged with sadness like snow and wind..."

The man was like a language major graduate, talking endlessly about sentimental literature.

Suddenly, the lights on the platform where he was standing went out, leaving only the last words floating in the air.

"First, let us welcome our Basara King, the sexiest man in the world, the executioner of love... Basara King!"

A beam of light fell from the sky and landed at the entrance of Takama-ga-hara. A heavy rumbling sound was heard, as if some ferocious beast was roaring in the darkness. Everyone's eyes were focused there, waiting with bated breath.

A bright beam of light shone in from the doorway, and everyone was so panicked that they couldn't open their eyes. A swift black shadow rushed into the gate of Takama-ga-hara at a rapid speed, and the people gathered at the doorway screamed and dodged.

The women pushed and shoved to make a passage in the middle. A huge black shadow was whistling and roaring as it shuttled through the crowd. The wind caused by the high-speed movement lifted the hems of the women's skirts. The women screamed and pulled down their fluttering skirts.

A black Harley-Davidson was speeding by, and on the seat was a figure in purple clothes, without even a helmet or protective gear, his long golden hair flying in the wind.

Crystal wine glasses were placed on the road leading to the end of the stage. These glasses formed a wall as high as a person, which was undoubtedly an unavoidable obstacle.

If a driver with poor driving skills crashes into the wall of wine glasses, glass fragments will fly all over the field, injuring the guests of tonight, and Takama-ga-hara will also be burdened with a bad reputation.