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

Of course, if the driving skills are amazing, it will undoubtedly push today's atmosphere to a new peak.

This is obviously an exciting gamble. The stakes are the reputation of Takama-ga-hara, and the chips are the skills of the drivers.

The blond driver suddenly lifted the head of the beast under his feet, and the 300-kilogram Harley motorcycle rushed up the gentle slope next to the dance floor. The whole car flew high up and passed over the wall of high-heeled glasses. The driver broke away from the car body in the air and rotated 360 degrees before landing steadily back on the car, and the giant Davidson also landed steadily on the stage.

The whole audience erupted in thunderous applause and thunderous cheers. When they saw the man on the motorcycle clearly, the cheers became even crazier and the women screamed at the top of their lungs.

He was a man with boundless personality. His suit and shirt were wide open, revealing his sculpted chest muscles. His face was as perfect as a male god painted by an artist, with flaming red lips, black blade-like eyeliner, and long golden hair. His every move revealed the unique charm of Italian men, like a passionate and charming prince.

"Basara King! Basara King! Basara King!"

Everyone in the audience was cheering the nickname of the man on the stage, and the guests were going crazy.

The cheers were getting louder and louder, almost enough to burst one's eardrums. Some women had already started to scramble for the Harley-Davidson motorcycle that Basara King had just been sitting on. This non-limited edition motorcycle was sold at a price higher than the limited edition one.

Caesar on the stage waved and gave these crazy women a brilliant smile, a smile brighter than the sun.

Sure enough, the men of the Gattuso family will never lose in any battlefield involving women.

Chapter 258 Ukyo Ukyo, we love you!

"Angels, have you gone crazy about our Basara King?" the bald man asked a soul-searching question.

He was responded with passionate roars and celebrations. There were few women in the entire venue who were not fascinated by Caesar's grace and elegance. This godlike man came riding on a fierce beast of iron and blood, breaking through their fragile psychological defenses in one fell swoop.

Countless women have expressed their hope of winning the favor of Basara King, and they are willing to spend a large sum of money for this mysterious man who just appeared today.

The first woman to "favor" this handsome new cowherd will undoubtedly receive a great honor. Everyone wants to compete for this spot and leave the most special place in the heart of Basara King.

"I understand, I understand! How could anyone not love such a peerless man! With his exotic style and perfect figure, Basara King is a handsome man who even makes my heart beat!" The bald man stroked his heart and sighed emotionally.

Caesar, on the stage, smiled, thinking, "I'm right to think this place is weird. Is this the manager of Takama-ga-hara? I'm really impressed. There are such incredible... idiots in this world!"

From the waiters and security guards in the bathroom to Fujiwara Kansuke and finally the store manager, each one of them was truly more idiotic than the last! Did this store give promotions based on idiocy? The idiocest guy Caesar had ever met was probably Finger, but even Finger would only be a store assistant at best.

In fact, Caesar should have known this earlier. When he saw the clothes and accessories sent by Fujiwara Kansuke, he should have thought that these things were meant to make him look stupid, because the store manager here was a lunatic, and the women here all liked men who were stupid to the extreme. Only those who were stupid enough could survive in this store. A man who was not aware of the need to completely turn himself into a stupid person would not be able to let go of his status and become a gigolo in Takama-ga-hara.

With the awareness that "Gattuso's men will never lose in any battle involving women", Caesar looked at the foolish women in the audience, recalled Finger's appearance in his mind, and squeezed out a signature silly smile with his handsome face with heavy makeup.

As expected, the cheers and screams from the audience became even louder.

"But promise me, ladies, don't faint from excitement. I guarantee you'll regret it if you faint now!" The bald man raised his hand in mid-air, making a hollow pressure gesture with a mysterious smile. "Anyone who faints won't be able to witness the next miracle... Do you think Basara King is all the surprises for today?"

"No!" The bald man suddenly shouted angrily, scaring Caesar next to him. He thought the bald man had suddenly suffered an epileptic seizure.

"Besides Basara King, there's another young man who got lost tonight. It's truly a poignant story. Two lost teenagers finally meet here. Equally beautiful, yet with different graces! Equally poignant, yet truly different flower arrangements!" The bald man seemed to be reciting a heartwarming love story, wiping away the tears with his sturdy arms. "Everyone, go wild! Let's look forward to it! Cheer for our second newcomer tonight!"

"Ukyo!" The bald man half-knelt on the ground, one hand raised to the sky, and roared at the top of his voice, "His name is, Ukyo Tachibana!"

The light covering Caesar went out, and another beam of light hit the stage behind the dance floor. Everyone turned around, and the noise fell silent in an instant, and even their breathing stopped.

The background of the big screen on the stage had turned into cherry blossom trees at some point. The cherry trees were all over the mountains, full of pink, like a pink ocean. Real cherry blossom petals began to float in the dance floor, pink and white, and full of fragrance, which really seemed to make people feel like they were in the cherry blossom season in early spring.

Accompanied by the solitary ancient music, the sounds of flutes, flutes and ocarinas bring the mood back to ancient Japan during the Warring States Period.

Under the falling cherry petals, the lonely figure of the young man appeared beside the ancient bridge over the stream. Only a lonely light enveloped him from above. He was wearing white clothes, blue hakama, and an inky black scabbard. The breeze ruffled his blue hair, revealing his cold and sad face under the long hair. The sharp edges on his face seemed to be carved by a knife. The young man's pupils with a faint light seemed to hide a pool of lonely autumn water, which made people involuntarily feel pity for him.

The story takes place under a beautiful cherry tree. A girl in a plain robe passes by the bridge with a paper umbrella. The boy with a knife can't help but look back. The boy and the girl's eyes meet, and feelings quietly grow in their hearts.

No one spoke first, and a wonderful encounter passed by.

Love sowed the seeds of regret in the boy's heart. He suddenly realized that he had missed a pure and beautiful love, so he stubbornly waited under the same cherry tree, just hoping that the girl with the umbrella would pass by again... Day after day, year after year, until three years later, the plain robe and oil-paper umbrella in his memory miraculously reappeared in his sight.

The reunion was destined, and love followed.

But the good times did not last long. Love in the cholera era was destined to end in tragedy. The war spread to this paradise. The flames on the mountains burned the beautiful cherry trees on the mountain. The sea of ​​cherry blossoms turned into a sea of ​​fire. The beautiful love was stained with scarlet blood and faded away like a thin cherry blossom.

The young man was alone again, and the heavy rain soaked him thoroughly. He vowed to put down his sword and stop loving. In the rain, he decided to avenge his beloved girl before burying his sword and cut one last plate of... sashimi.

Yes, sashimi.

Caesar was laughing on the side. He really thought that this story was terrible. The Japanese just loved to come up with this kind of gimmick. They even made up such a ridiculous story to sell sashimi.

He was now glad that he had only put on some transvestite makeup and worn tasteless clothes, but at least his appearance was shocking and he showed off his driving skills. Compared with Chu Zihang's long and boring storyline, the seductive outfit and stupid smile were not so unacceptable.

However, the audience's intense reaction slapped Caesar in the face, because almost all the women had forgotten about Basara King. Now they only had eyes for the beautiful young samurai Ukyo. Some women were even heartbroken to tears when they saw Ukyo losing his beloved in the rain.

Caesar was dumbfounded. Were the women here brainwashed by the idiotic store manager? He couldn't fathom the heartbreaking story hidden in such a clichéd story... Could it be that these women were starving after dancing all night? So, hearing about sashimi was enough to make them burst into tears?

The blower blew the red cherry blossom petals towards Chu Zihang. In the cherry rain, his white sleeves fluttered, revealing his sturdy forearms and long-knuckled hands.

Chu Zihang took off the lower half of his white shirt and tucked a wide sleeve at his waist. The curve of his well-defined chest muscles rose and fell with his breathing. He slowly pulled the snow-white knife out of the black scabbard. His movements were full of poetry and love.

The men in black walked out from the shadows, and Chu Zihang danced with his sword among the falling cherry blossoms. The shadow of the sword moved among the killers in black, like an illusory light, making a clear sound like a bird's song. His swordsmanship was not just a fancy show but a real killing skill. The men in black fell one by one in the continuous slashing. In order to highlight the tragedy of the scene, the organizers used red wine instead of blood to splash on the stage, dyeing the whole venue crimson.

The whole audience burst into thunderous applause, and every time a man fell, there would be women screaming with excitement and delight. Although everyone knew that this was fake and acting, the undulations of Chu Zihang's muscles when he swung the knife were really beautiful, and his lean and sturdy body made his performance look so real, and he was so desolate and lonely as if his wife had really died.

From a female perspective, the sense of immersion in the story of the handsome ronin's revenge is really strong. Everyone fantasizes that they are the only girl that boy loves.

The last row of men in black appeared, with their hands raised above their heads, carrying a two-meter-long chopping board covered with ice and a whole giant tuna. This transition was very clever, and it looked like a gesture of surrender.

The tuna was placed in front of Chu Zihang. After staring at it for a while, he took out a black cloth strip from his arms.

Chu Zihang covered his eyes with a cloth and raised a long knife. He was going to cut a whole tuna relying on his memory without being able to see!

The Japanese sword turned into a chef's knife in the hands of the beautiful young samurai Ukyo. He cut the fish into pieces in the same way as a butcher cuts up an ox. The crimson meat on the back and the pink and white tender meat on the belly were cut into square pillars and long strips of exactly the same size and shape.

The men in black who were knocked down by Chu Zihang stood up at this time. They sorted the different parts of the fish into different categories and spread them flat on the sandalwood chopping board. The most tender fish belly was carved into the shape of a blooming flower. The waiters carried the huge piece of meat around the venue for the guests to see.

Everyone applauded. The women looked at the half-dressed boy on the stage with eyes full of admiration. In their eyes, the boy was a warrior, a chef and an artist at the same time. He used his vivid acting skills to bring everyone into a sad story, and impressed the audience with his wonderful knife skills... Touching, so damn touching. When a man is melancholic, sexy and artistic, how could any woman refuse him?

The sashimi that Chu Zihang personally cut was quickly sold out, with sold-out signs hung all over the chopping boards. The artistic flower-shaped fish belly was snapped up crazily as soon as it came on the stage. Just like Basara King's motorcycle, the woman who bought the fish belly was Youjing's first customer. She gave the confused young man his first love, just like a mother does to a newborn child.

In the end, this piece of fat fish belly was bought by a fat woman for a high price of one million yen. When she stood up to accept the applause of the audience, she looked at Ukyo on the stage with loving eyes, as if she expected Ukyo to imagine her as the beloved girl in the story and return her with affectionate eyes.

However, Chu Zihang pretended not to see it and just kept his head down wiping the knife the whole time.

The remaining sashimi was distributed off the stage and divided into four categories according to the parts, named "Spring Flowers", "Summer Moon", "Autumn Water" and "Winter Snow". "Spring Flowers" was 48,000 yen per piece, "Summer Moon" was 68,000 yen, "Autumn Water" was 88,000 yen, and the most expensive "Winter Snow" was sold at a high price of 180,000 yen.

The women who tasted the fish felt like they had eaten Ukyo's love. No one knew whether they could taste it or not, but they were all so moved that they trembled slightly. Perhaps this was the same reaction they would have had if their dead mothers had crawled out of their graves and made a dish that tasted like their mothers.

"Ladies, after tasting such delicacies, has this lost young man entered your hearts?" The bald man appeared again. "Answer me with your roar!"

"Ukyo! Ukyo!" The cheers almost blew the roof off.

"Yes, please remember his name, Ukyo! It seems everyone has remembered this beautiful and tragic boy!" said the bald man. "Ukyo Tachibana and his good brother, Basara King, spent the day visiting our Takama-ga-hara family. They are both rivals and brothers to each other."

"King Basara kisses you with his sexy red lips. Are you willing to enjoy his deep kiss? Are you willing to let his flaming body heat ignite you?"

"Ukyo is hugging you with the hand that is used to holding a murderous knife. Are you willing to accept his embrace? Are you willing to use your blazing love to warm his already cold heart?"

"If you love them, don't let them wander! If you love them, keep them!" The bald man opened his arms, as if to embrace everyone in the audience. "Tonight, the fate of these two young men depends on your decision! Let me see how eager you are to keep them!"

Caesar and Chu Zihang bowed deeply to the audience at the same time, then retreated to the corner.

The crisp sound of a bell came from the loudspeaker, and waiters in black carried two golden boxes half a person's height to the stage. They were marked with the words "Basara King" and "Ukyo Tachibana" respectively. More waiters ran between the booths and the crowd with trays containing cherry pink envelopes.

This thing is called a flower ticket. Guests buy flower tickets to express their support for the gigolo. The more flower tickets a gigolo gets during his internship, the more talented he is as a gigolo.

The women began to buy pink flower tickets for Caesar and Chu Zihang. In fact, buying flower tickets did not bring any substantial benefits, and the money spent was equivalent to being wasted. However, the women present were basically not short of money. This was their only way to make their beloved boys stay. They loved Basara King and Youjing, so they were willing to spend a lot of money to make the boys stay.

Originally, everyone was peaceful, with each table shelling out a thousand or two yen to buy one or two flower tickets for the boys, but then someone took the initiative by throwing out a wad of ten thousand yen bills and yelling, "Ukyo, I must be the woman in the world who loves you the most!"

The situation gradually began to get out of control. The woman's desire to win was aroused like a fire ignited in the mountains. Once it broke out, it would spread rapidly and be difficult to extinguish.

"Basara King, one hundred thousand yen, please remember me!"

"Ukyo, I love you, I want to spend more money on you!"

"I don't have enough money today. Tomorrow, I will steal my husband's money to buy you flower tickets. Please be patient!"

Money was thrown out like it was free, and the pink envelope was almost empty of banknotes.

Chapter 259 I would rather die than tell Nuonuo and Xia Mi

The bells rang more and more rapidly, and banknotes were flying all over the place like rain. After the guests scattered their money and picked up the coupons, they didn't even bother to bow to the waiter. Instead, they ran straight to the big box on the stage and stuffed the envelopes into the box forcefully.

Caesar and Chu Zihang bowed to the guests who supported them, their waists almost breaking. The sheer number of envelopes almost burst the two large boxes.

The moment the bell stopped ringing, Takama-ga-hara suddenly became quiet. The waiter brought the golden box to Caesar and Chu Zihang respectively. Cherry-red firecrackers fell in front of the two. The store manager walked up to Caesar first while clapping.

"Basara King's debut was a complete success, and it's all thanks to everyone's support. It's well known that the children who can stay in Takamagahara are all the best. So tonight, how many people are deeply fascinated by our Basara King? How much love will he receive from everyone!"

The bald store manager took out stacks of pink envelopes from a golden box and threw them over Caesar's head while reading out the numbers.

"Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty..."

Every time the store manager read out a number, the waiter would use a conspicuous paint pen to outline the Chinese character "正" on the gold-plated cardboard. There were fewer and fewer envelopes in the box, and more and more Chinese characters "正" on the cardboard. When the box was empty, the Chinese characters "正" were piled up densely.

This is a rather astonishing number. Converted into cash, it is hundreds of thousands or even millions of yen. This money cannot buy sashimi or a bottle of wine, and it cannot be exchanged for anything. Women spend this money just to express their love for a gigolo. They love him and want him to stay. Money is an empty number, but love is priceless.

Everyone held their breath, their heartbeats accelerating uncontrollably, because the number on the cardboard had obviously broken the record of all the previous gigolos in Takama-ga-hara for their first night performances.

They are witnessing the birth of a legend!

"One thousand two hundred and forty!" the store manager announced loudly holding the microphone.

"A record has been broken! In just one night! Our Basara King won 1,240 flower tickets in just one night! He made history! Everyone present is a witness to history! Basara King successfully surpassed our sumo handsome man Fujiwara Kansuke to become the number one man in Takama-ga-hara's history!" The store manager cheered as if he had won the lottery.

"King Basara! Thank these angels who love you so deeply! Because of them, your flower arrangement career has been painted with rich colors! They have used the perfect flower tickets to transform into your wings. When you pick the sun, please don't forget the angels who helped you soar!"

The store manager took out a pair of bright silver scissors from his pocket and cut the string of cherry-red firecrackers in front of Caesar.

He walked over to Chu Zihang again and followed the same ticket reading process. The waiter used a paint pen to write the correct characters on another piece of golden cardboard money, writing line after line, the same dense words, and the same astonishingly high prices.

Everyone was waiting for the result nervously and excitedly, even more nervous than waiting for Caesar's vote report. After all, everyone knew that Basara King would definitely break the record. No matter how many votes he had, he was still the only one who stood out. But now Ukyo was catching up, and the scene of the gods fighting could arouse the audience's excitement.

"One thousand one hundred and eighty... one thousand two hundred... one thousand two hundred and twenty... one thousand two hundred and forty!" the store manager exclaimed. "Ladies, this is unbelievable! This is probably the most miraculous event in Takamagahara's history. Ukyo's vote count is equal to Basara King's! One thousand two hundred and forty! Both of them have one thousand two hundred and forty flower tickets! This is truly a wonderful fate, wonderful beyond words! Applause and cheers to our Ukyo and our Basara King!"

Amid the women's screams, the store manager smiled and cut a firecracker of the same length and cherry red color in front of Chu Zihang.

"One thousand two hundred and forty rings of love for our Basara King! And the same one thousand two hundred and forty rings of love for our Ukyo!" The store manager applauded. "That's a total of two thousand four hundred and eighty rings, a unique two thousand four hundred and eighty rings in Takamagahara's history!"

The waiter came on stage with two golden lighters and handed them to Caesar and Chu Zihang respectively. The two lit firecrackers amid everyone's applause.

The sound of cannons was deafening and cherry blossom fragments were flying all over the sky. These firecrackers were specially made. After the explosion, there was no smell of gunpowder, but instead a fragrant cherry blossom aroma. Bathed in the fragrance of flowers, the atmosphere was pushed to an unprecedented climax and Takama-ga-hara began a festive carnival.

"Every table, every table tonight gets a bottle of Dom Perignon, free of charge! Plus a bowl of Beluga caviar!"

The store manager waved his hand, and the waiters distributed champagne and caviar to each table. Everyone raised their hands high. The store manager hung a fiber steel cable on his waist and back, put on a huge whale tail behind his buttocks, and flew across the entire first floor in a duckling posture, high-fiving every guest.

Caesar and Chu Zihang both left the stage. Hundreds of bottles of top-quality champagne were opened at the same time. The corks flew across the field like cannonballs, spraying golden champagne liquid on the two of them. The DJ played explosive dance music on the keyboard. Even the destruction of the world could not stop this crazy party and this group of crazy people.

The wet Caesar and Chu Zihang were surrounded by girls and women. The sexy and bold women lifted up their skirts, revealing their glowing white thighs, and indicated that they wanted the new gigolo Wang to sign their names. Caesar smiled and took the fluorescent pen handed by the waiter to sign for the girls.

The older women were obviously more interested in oriental beauties like Youjing. They used their plump or slender bodies to squeeze around Chu Zihang. Some women who were drunk or open-minded would even touch Youjing's well-built chest muscles and compete to kiss his handsome cheeks.

Basara King and Youjing, surrounded by the crowd, looked at each other silently in tacit understanding. Everyone could understand the meaning in each other's eyes - this matter must be kept secret from Nono and Xia Mi!

On this day, the fate of Caesar and Chu Zihang took a historic turn in a top nightclub called Takamagahara. The two upright leaders of Kassel Academy became the new kings of gigolos who were well-known on the streets of Tokyo, Japan.

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Genji Heavy Industries, terrace outside Sakuraji Temple.

Two figures stood side by side in front of the guardrail, looking out into the distance. The night fell, and leaden clouds began to accumulate from the distant sea towards Tokyo. Under the night sky, people and cars were rushing on the streets of Tokyo. Everyone lived in their own life trajectory, and no one seemed to care about the dark clouds and rainstorms that were about to come.

"Ever since that big meeting at the shrine a few days ago, I've felt like Tokyo was about to be rocked by a storm, and that feeling is only getting stronger now," said Tachibana Masamune. "The Eight Snake Families, the Oni Clan, the Awakened God, and the three children from Kassel are now in Angers. Will those who have faded from the history of their families also emerge? Japan is in the midst of a storm."

"I see. You're worried that Ange's arrival will trigger a series of events, right?" Yuan Zhisheng asked. "The principal's attitude towards the Oni Clan is unclear, but he doesn't necessarily have good intentions towards us."

"Chisheng, you still understand me." Tachibana Masamune smiled and shook his head, his expression solemn. "In fact, the principal's intentions towards us cannot be described as good. The Eight Snake Families are a society composed of mixed-bloods, and the largest mixed-blood organization in the world is the Secret Party. European mixed-bloods can barely be considered to be able to compete with the Secret Party, and that's when the Secret Party doesn't actually take action against them."

"The Secret Party didn't need a hybrid organization that existed outside of hybrid society, so they sent their strongest member, Ange. In Ange's view, Japan was his conquered territory, and the Eight Snake Clans were all defeated by him, so they were not enough evidence. He could do whatever he wanted in Japan."

"Dad, are you worried about Inuyama-kun? I heard that when the principal first came to Tokyo, Inuyama-kun was the first man to challenge him, and the first head of a family to defect to the principal," said Minamoto Chisei. "He was the first head of the Japanese branch. The other heads of the families all say that Inuyama-kun is a thorn in the principal's side, and who knows when he will pierce the peace between the eight families of Snake."

"You're not entirely unfounded. You're still young, and you don't know much about your family's past," Tachibana Masamune said. "Before World War II, the yakuza's development wasn't smooth, and family relationships weren't as harmonious as they are today."

"At that time, the business was very limited, and each family could barely support themselves. Everyone wanted to get a piece of the pie from other families. The Inuyama family was the weakest of the eight families. The Inuyama family was engaged in the sex industry, which was simply the flesh trade of women. The other families looked down on the Inuyama family and jokingly said that there were no men in the Inuyama family and they were all a group of mamasan. A large part of the Inuyama family's business was also eaten up by other families." said Masamune Tachibana.

Yuan Zhisheng listened silently. This was indeed a dark history of his family that he had never been exposed to.

"In 1945, when Japan was defeated, the Inuyama family was withdrawn and used as a shield by other families. It was almost destroyed. Inuyama He was the last man left in the Inuyama family."

Tachibana Masamune sighed slightly.

"It just so happened that Ange was on an inspection tour of Japan with the US Navy. He was a lieutenant colonel and staff officer, but in reality, he was representing the secret party to negotiate with the family. Inuyama He challenged Ange but failed. Knowing the power of this foreign hybrid, he accepted him as his teacher and assisted him in suppressing the then-Snake Eight Families. With Ange's support, the Inuyama family rose to prominence. The Snake Eight Families were then renamed the Japan Branch, and Inuyama He became the first head of the Japan Branch, his power even surpassing that of the then-head of the family."

"So Inuyama-kun was a puppet of Ange's family?" Gen Chisei asked. "He should be aware of his situation."

"Of course, he had a very bad reputation within the family at the time. He was willing to serve others like a dog for the sake of power, and he was never respected by Ange. Ange really treated him like a dog, but Inuyama He could tolerate it all because he was willing to sacrifice everything to revive the Inuyama family, even his life and his dignity."

"Then Dad, why did you send Inuyama-kun to meet the principal?" Gen Chisheng was puzzled.