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

"The principal has been in Japan for so long, and we haven't been able to track him down. We can't rule out the possibility that he's already in contact with the Caesar Group. If Principal Ange personally ordered Chu Zihang to do this, then everything can be explained." Fuma Kotaro said, "Isn't the principal that kind of person? He told you he had the ability to kill you invisibly, and he didn't hesitate to use your life to ignite a grand bonfire to mock you. Killing our former head, Mr. Masamune, was to show us the strength of Kassel Academy, and destroying the ward with incendiary bombs was to mock our incompetence. If all this was done by Chu Zihang at the instruction of Principal Ange, doesn't it make sense?"

Fengmi Kotaro also felt that there were many doubts about this assassination, and he had already made a choice between his trust in Mr. Masamune and the interests of his family, but Mr. Masamune's death was completely beyond his expectations... Even if the old man had been blinded by power and greed to the point of abandoning his family, the old man's ambition and everything had ended with his death. In the end, the merits he left to the Sheqi Eight Clan far outweighed his faults.

Moreover, Mr. Masamune's ambition and the interests of the Snake Eight Clan are ultimately a disagreement within the Snake Eight Clan. The shame of the "ear-cutting punishment", coupled with injuries all over his body and the deprivation of real power, Fuma Kotaro believes that the old man has received the punishment he deserves... But as an outsider, Kassel Academy has the power to dispose of the elders of the clan at will?

"The head of the Fuma family still doesn't understand the principal well enough." Inuyama He, who had been silent until then, also spoke up. He looked at Fuma Kotaro and said, "If the principal wanted to mock us, he would definitely come here himself and overturn the meeting table of the Snake Eight Families instead of instigating a student who hasn't even graduated yet to carry out an assassination full of loopholes."

"As far as I know, the night the principal left the Tamamonomae Club, he met with Mr. Masamune. In front of Mr. Masamune, the principal smashed a Rolls-Royce while Mr. Masamune was inside. After venting his anger, the principal calmly left," Inuyama He said firmly. "That's the behavior of the strongest dragon slayer. If the principal heard the Fuuma family leader's analysis, he would definitely think you were insulting him."

Fuma Kotaro looked at Inuyama He and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak again.

"Principal Ange isn't the main point of our discussion right now, is it? Mr. Masamune's death and the family's future stance on Kassel Academy are what we should be facing tonight." Sakurai Nanami brought the topic back on track. The beautiful woman looked at Minamoto Chisei, "We already have such irrefutable evidence of Chu Zihang's flesh and blood tissue in front of us, so why is the head of the family still trying to clear Zihang of suspicion?"

"Because this was most likely a clear trap. The person who planned this assassination placed such obvious evidence in front of us, throwing dirty water on Chu Zihang. That person watched us go from doubt to disagreement, and then to being forced to believe." Yuan Zhisheng said seriously, "Seeing the rift and even split between our family heads because of this incident, and our ultimate choice to completely oppose Kassel Academy, we fell completely into that person's trap. I can almost hear his sinister laughter hidden in the shadows."

"Then can the head of the family tell me who planned all this and framed Chu Zihang?" asked Sakurai Nanami.

Gennochi could only remain silent. His heart told him that this person was Tachibana Masamune himself, or Dr. Herzog, but the family heads obviously would not believe it, because he had no actual evidence, and killing one of his own identities... This kind of thing sounded really unbelievable.

"Princess Kaguya, are there any more clues or evidence that Chu Zihang is the murderer who assassinated Mr. Masamune?" Sakurai Nanami asked in a low voice.

"The shoe prints left in the hallway match Chu Zihang's shoe size, and the wound on the body's throat matches the shape of Chu Zihang's sword, Murasame. Surveillance cameras near the building captured the murderer leaving in a helicopter with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department logo. However, due to unusual weather conditions last night, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department didn't dispatch any patrol helicopters, so it's likely the murderer's helicopter was camouflaged." Kaguya said, "The day the head of the Uesugi family left Genji Heavy Industries, he was also taken away in a helicopter disguised as a Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department helicopter."

Chapter 506 The Conspirator's Script

With every clue Kaguya mentioned, Gen Chisheng's mood became heavier. In the end, Gen Chisheng just felt tired, because Herzog's preparation was so thorough, so thorough that he was completely unable to refute it.

It was no longer a question of whether he was a suspect or not. Chu Zihang's identity as a murderer had probably been established in the minds of all the family heads except Yuan Zhisheng. Yuan Zhisheng knew that the family's position, which he had corrected with great difficulty, had been completely shaken again. No matter how much he spoke for the people of Kassel Academy, it was powerless to turn the situation around. The relationship between the family and the secret party was once again pushed to the brink of collapse.

"Kaguya, based on the known clues and test results, include all the suspects and motives into the template, and use your system to simulate and calculate the probability of the murderer." Miyamoto Shio said.

"Yes." Kaguya answered, and the supercomputer developed by the Ganliu Research Institute began to demonstrate its powerful computing power.

“演算纳入嫌疑人对象：六人。事件模拟还原结果：三百五十七个。演算结果显示，恺撒·加图索为凶手的概率：0.84％。希尔伯特·让·昂热为事件凶手概率：3.36％。路明非为事件凶手概率：5.04％。王将为事件凶手的概率：5.88％。橘政宗为事件凶手的概率：20.45％。楚子航为事件凶手的概率：64.43％。”

Kaguya projected all the calculation results onto a white screen.

No matter how smart the human brain is, it can never match the precision and meticulousness of a machine. Gen Chisheng looked at the column that said "Tachibana Masamune is the murderer". The probability ranked second among all the suspects. This was the doubtful point of the assassination, and it was probably the truth of the incident... Unfortunately, it was still three times less likely than Chu Zihang's suspicion.

This is the disadvantage of computers compared to real human brains, because the computer's simulation analysis is too objective, so objective that it is inhumane. No matter how advanced the computer is or how powerful the computing power is, it is inevitable that the judgment will be dominated by some subjective and artificially created "objective factors", resulting in fatal deviations that run counter to the truth. Even Kaguya, whom the Snake Eight Families relied on for trust, is no exception.

A cold human heart is always more terrifying than a cold machine.

"Head of the family, you're a young man who studied in the United States. You're far more passionate and emotional than us 'old men' who have always lived in the family." Sakurai Nanami appealed to Gennosei's emotions and reasoned with him. "Perhaps in your view, fighting side by side creates an inexplicable bond between men, a bond you consider precious enough to be worth trusting with life and death..."

"But perhaps this is just wishful thinking on your part. The other party might not agree. Human hearts are always the hardest to fathom. Just like you thought you knew those people at Kassel Academy well enough, but they still betrayed your trust," Sakurai Nanami said. "Kaguya-sama has already laid out the data before us. Do you still stubbornly trust your 'friends'? You sit at the head of all of us now. You should know that you carry something far more important than the so-called friendship of men."

Gen Chisei remained silent. It was not that he was moved by Sakurai Nanami's words, but Sakurai Nanami had already said so much, and any more he said would only have a counterproductive effect.

"Mr. Masamune's funeral arrangements must be prepared as soon as possible. No one knows what will happen in Japan next, and the family still has many matters awaiting the decision of the family heads," Fuma Kotaro said. "Stop arguing over meaningless matters. The family must always have a clear direction... As for whether to break off relations with Kassel Academy, since you've been unable to make a decision, let's proceed directly to the voting stage."

The heads of all the families nodded in agreement with Fuma Kotaro's voting proposal. This is the tradition of the Snake Eight Families and the fundamental principle that has continued to this day. When encountering issues where there is no consensus, the fate and position of the family are decided jointly by the heads of the family.

The voting process was simple and clear. There was a piece of white paper and a pen on the table in front of the family heads. Writing the word "war" on the paper meant supporting the family's war with Kassel Academy, writing the word "peace" on the paper meant opposing the war, and leaving the paper blank meant abstention. The final vote would be valid if more than half of the votes were cast. It didn't matter whether the votes were recorded or not, because there were only six people participating in the vote today, and it would be easy to guess each other's voting situation after reviewing the vote.

Three pieces of paper with the word "war" written on them were displayed in front of everyone, and the three heads of the family, Sakurai, Ryoma and Miyamoto, quickly cast their votes representing their will to go to war with Kassel Academy.

Inuyama Hezuru scribbled the word "和" on a piece of paper and pushed the paper to the center of the conference table. The old patriarch then closed his eyes and began to rest. He seemed to not care at all about the voting results of other patriarchs and the future direction of the family. It seemed that the patriarch of the Inuyama family had always been so independent in the family.

Gen Chisheng calmly tore up the paper. His vote would be counted as an abstention, but it no longer mattered to Gen Chisheng whether he opposed or abstained. Three of the six family heads present already supported going to war, and it was impossible for the family to make peace with Kassel Academy... Gen Chisheng felt that Fuma Kotaro would definitely write the word "war" on the paper, because the old patriarch of the Fuma family had always been a radical who went to war with the secret party. In Gen Chisheng's view, this artificially created conflict between the Eight Snake Families and Kassel Academy was inevitable.

However, Fuma Kotaro held the pen and stared at the blank paper for a long time, but suddenly put down the pen and pushed the white paper away intact in the astonished eyes of all the family heads.

The expressions of all the family heads were filled with surprise. Even Inuyama He, who had kept his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at Fuma Kotaro in surprise... No one expected that this old family head who had always advocated war would give up his crucial vote at the last moment.

"Master Fuma..." Miyamoto Shio murmured as he looked at Fuma Kotaro, his expression somewhat confused, as if he didn't understand the old man's intention at all.

Sakurai Nanami looked at Fuma Kotaro with eyes full of confusion and resentment, while Ryoma Genichirō silently shook his head and sighed softly.

Gen Chisei's expression gradually changed from surprise to joy. He didn't expect why Fuma Kotaro chose to abstain from voting, but in this case, the pro-war side only had valid votes from the three family heads, which was less than half of the votes. The vote was deadlocked, but the situation did not develop towards the worst case scenario.

However, the next second, Yuan Zhisheng's surprised expression completely froze on his face.

"With over half of the votes counted, news of Chu Zihang's assassination attempt on Mr. Masamune has been disseminated to all families." Kaguya's voice suddenly rang out in the shop. "The highest-level scarlet bounty offered against Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, Caesar Gattuso, and others from Kassel Academy has been revised and will be distributed to all families and gangs within 24 hours."

"Kaguya-sama, what's going on?" Genjisheng slammed his fist on the table and stood up, frowning deeply. "You clearly don't have more than half the votes, so why are you executing this operation?"

"We've already received more than half of the votes," Kaguya replied. "The votes from Patriarch Sakurai, Patriarch Ryoma, Patriarch Miyamoto, and Patriarch Tachibana are counted, totaling four votes."

"The head of the Tachibana family is clearly dead, where did his votes come from?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice became deep.

"This was instructed by Mr. Masamune himself," Kaguya said. "Mr. Masamune once left a message in my system."

Then Kaguya played an audio clip.

"In the ten years that I have led our family, we have experienced countless crossroads, both large and small. I, Tachibana Masamune, am grateful to have you all as family, and I have never regretted any decision I have made on behalf of our family."

"The family will still face countless choices in the future. Zhisheng is the perfect candidate to succeed the position of patriarch. I watched Zhisheng grow up, and in my heart, he is like my own child. I understand Zhisheng's character better than anyone else. He has both a straightforward side and a stubborn side. Zhisheng is still young and may be confused when encountering some things. He will ultimately look at some issues one-sidedly. But with the supervision and assistance of the other family heads, Zhisheng will surely become a qualified patriarch, and the family will prosper under his governance."

"I am too old, a man about to be abandoned by the times. Perhaps one day I will die on the battlefield or in the hospital ward. If the Tachibana family has not elected a new head, and there is any voting meeting involving the family's stance on Kassel Academy or the 'God', I will be a staunch advocate of war. I ask Kaguya to cast a vote on my behalf to symbolize my will and the will of the Tachibana family. I ask all the heads of the families to bear witness. I do not intend to leave a suicide note. This message represents my will. Everyone is mortal, but Tachibana Masamune's will will always be with the family. I hope that after the baptism of blood and wounds, the glory of new life will bloom forever in the family."

The audio playback ended. It was a quiet monologue of an old man without any background sound, but when the family heads heard the familiar and emotional voice of Tachibana Masamune, they couldn't help but show expressions of nostalgia or sadness. It was just a simple speech without any gorgeous words or exaggerated embellishments, but it seemed as if people saw the back of a desolate samurai. He was very old, with a hunched back, but he was struggling to walk upright in front of everyone.

"This is a message Mr. Masamune left in my system before he encountered the problem. It has been verified by voiceprint recognition." Kaguya said, "Mr. Masamune said that in any decision involving Kassel Academy and the 'God', he would vote in favor of war, and he gave me the right to vote on his behalf. So, including Mr. Masamune's vote, the valid votes in favor of going to war with Kassel Academy have exceeded half."

As soon as Kaguya finished speaking, a strong and powerful word "war" appeared on the white curtain, stroke by stroke. It was written by Kaguya's system imitating Tachibana Masamune's handwriting, representing Tachibana Masamune's vote. The old man's pen strokes were sharp, as if you could see the samurai's long sword and the warrior's sword and halberd from his handwriting, and the breath of blood and rain was overwhelming.

Gennochi fell back in his chair helplessly. He thought he had deprived Tachibana Masamune of his power, which meant that the Eight Snake Families were completely out of Herzog's control... But in the end, the Eight Snake Families still could not escape the script that the conspirator had designed long ago.

Someone in the family is going to bleed again.

"Head, this is both the will of the family and Mr. Masamune's last wish. While the eight Yaki families do not wish to cause unnecessary sacrifice and bloodshed, we are not afraid of war. We will retaliate for the insults inflicted by the enemy!" Sakurai Nanami said to Minamoto no Chisei. "Just as Mr. Masamune said, the will of the family heads will always be with the family. After the baptism of blood and wounds, after the family has experienced the dark night before dawn, it will surely bloom with a new brilliance."

"You look exhausted. Rest early. A lot of important events have been happening recently, and there are still many wars to fight. The family still needs your leadership." Sakurai Nanami bowed deeply to Minamoto Chisei. "The family must be in turmoil after hearing the news. I'll take my leave now."

Sakurai Nanami, Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio left the Keishinji Temple one after another. After sitting in meditation for a while, Minamoto Chisei nodded to Fuma Kotaro and Inuyama Kazuo and quickly left the Keishinji Temple.

Genji Chisheng really wants to know the reason why Fuma Kotaro abstained from voting, but there is something more important to do right now... Genji Chisheng has to find Lu Mingfei and the others before their wanted poster becomes a hot topic in the city, and tell them what happened at Genji Heavy Industries tonight and Herzog's conspiracy.

On the one hand, Yuan Zhisheng was worried that the Sheqi Eight Families or their gangs would find Lu Mingfei and his men, thus affecting Lu Mingfei's plan. Such a huge momentum might also disturb Eiry, causing her to lose control... But these were not what Yuan Zhisheng was most worried about.

What Yuan Zhisheng feared most in his heart was that the information gap tonight would lead to misunderstandings among those people at Kassel Academy, and that the family would kill them all because of Mr. Masamune's death, which would just anger those psychopaths... Perhaps the family would really be a river of blood by then!

After the meeting, only the two most senior elders among the family heads were left in the main hall of Xingshen Temple.

"The decision that Fuma-kun made today is not like you." After a long silence, Inuyama He spoke first, referring to Fuma Kotaro's act of abstaining from voting.

"In some matters, we ninjas value intuition more than evidence." Fuma Kotaro said lightly.

"You and I are both old. There are many times when I really want to move from this uncomfortable position and make room for the younger ones. But when I think about how a decision we make might affect the life and death of our family, I've endured the discomfort of sitting here for so many years." Inuyama He also stood up and left the table. As he passed Fuma Kotaro, he whispered, "I hope your intuition is right."

Finally, Fuma Kotaro was the only one left in the Awakening Temple. He turned his head to look at the precarious Tokyo outside the temple, and stared at the empty position of the head of the Tachibana family for a long time. Finally, his eyes fell on the white curtain at the back of the main temple that had not yet been closed.

"Kaguya-sama, you said the probability that Tachibana Masamune is the murderer is 20.45%." Fuma Kotaro whispered, "Simulate every scenario for me."

Chapter 507 "Vagabond"

A street in Kabukicho.

Torrential rain poured down, submerging the city of Tokyo and forming rivers and canals on the streets, threatening to continue all night long. Cherry blossom petals were knocked down from the branches, and the pink and white petals formed a full layer on the surface of the water, like a gorgeous cherry blossom wave... Unfortunately, no one had the elegance to stay up late at night and stand on the street in the heavy rain to admire the falling flowers and the cherry blossom wave.

Large shopping malls and street shops were all closed. The streets that usually flashed neon lights looked extremely deserted in the rainstorm. Due to the extreme weather, there were no vehicles or pedestrians on the streets. Even nightclubs, entertainment venues and strip clubs that were usually open all night had suspended business, because staying open all night was bound to be a losing business.

However, there are still several large stores with neon signs and welcome lights in front of their doors still on. These are the leading nightclubs on the entire Kabukicho Street. The leading stores certainly cannot show signs of decline, even in such a harsh environment. In fact, these large nightclubs also have a competitive mentality among themselves, and no one wants to be outdone by their opponents. Takama-ga-hara is one of these large nightclubs.

Given the personality of the store manager, Humpback Whale, he naturally believed that Takama-ga-hara was the leader among all the host clubs in Kabukicho, so the neon sign of Takama-ga-hara has never been turned off. No matter how bad the weather is, no matter how dark the night is, the door of this store is always open, and there are always waiters in tuxedos standing under the flashing sign, wearing snow-white gloves and a kind smile on their faces, so that the girls who are lost here can feel the warmth of home.

But tonight, Takama-ga-hara did not welcome the lost girl, but a man... a man who looked like a homeless man.

The homeless man, his head wrapped in a sweater, walked from a distance in the pouring rain. He slowly approached Takama-ga-hara... or more precisely, he approached the waiter at the entrance of the Takama-ga-hara store. In his broken Japanese, he asked, "Kunijiwa...Kunijiwa!"

The waiter heard the sound and turned his head, looking at the "homeless man" with vigilance and scrutiny.

He was a tall and burly man, more than a head taller than the average Japanese adult male. His long face was wrapped in a goose yellow knitted sweater, which did not seem to be used to keep out the rain, but more like a place for water to accumulate... The water curtain formed a curtain and fell from the "homeless man's" beard, which had not been shaved for who knows how long.

The "homeless man" wore a T-shirt between white and gray on his upper body. The T-shirt had been soaked by rain, outlining his muscular body and pubic hair. His lower body was wearing a pair of washed blue jeans... no, maybe they were dark blue, but they had faded due to wearing for too long. They looked like they had just been pulled out of a garbage dump and put on. The "homeless man" was holding a half-full bottle of Coke in his hand, and it was unknown if it was leftovers picked up from someone on the roadside.

The waiter sighed deeply, thinking that making a living was not easy and this guy was a poor man. So he took off his work gloves, took out a 1,000 yen bill from the pocket of his tuxedo, slapped it into the hand of the "homeless man", and pointed across the street, indicating that if the other party was too hungry, he could buy a hamburger from the vending machine there to fill his stomach. Then the waiter wiped his hands with a handkerchief and put on his spotless white gloves.

The "homeless man" looked down at the 1,000 yen bill in his hand, his pupils widened in disbelief, like a bachelor seeing a naked, stunning beauty. He looked up at the waiter, and after confirming that the other party had no intention of taking the bill back, he quickly stuffed the bill into his crotch to prevent the other party from changing his mind.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you." The homeless man shamelessly approached again, "Excuse me, is this Takama-ga-hara?"

The waiter looked at the homeless man suspiciously, then pointed to the flashing neon sign overhead: "It's Takama-ga-hara... Don't you know Japanese?"

While speaking, the waiter couldn't help but put his hands around his nose to block out the foul smell emanating from the "homeless man". He tried his best to restrain himself from showing a look of disgust. In fact, the fact that he didn't wave his hands to drive the other party away at this time was a sign of the waiter's good training and good manners.

"Well... actually, I'm a foreigner." The homeless man took off the knitted sweater wrapped around his head, revealing a typical foreign face. He brushed back his long, tangled gray hair and smiled what he thought was a handsome smile. "I actually know a little Japanese. Yamedie Yamedie, Qimoji Qimoji... I learned it from your Japanese movies. My pronunciation is pretty standard, right?"

The waiter showed a disgusted expression, looking at the homeless man as if he were a strange pervert. His tone also turned cold: "I'm sorry, Takama-ga-hara is a high-end club opened exclusively for female guests. We have never received male guests before. And the cost of Takama-ga-hara is not low. Our guests are generally upper-class people with a certain level of spending power. Someone like you..."

"Hey, what's wrong with me? From your tone, you look down on me, don't you? What's the matter? You only accept upper-class people in Takama-ga-hara, so do I look like someone from the lower class? Or do I look like I don't have much spending power?" The homeless man first asked arrogantly and glared at himself, then looked down at his tattered clothes and changed the subject, "Yeah, you did see through it. Brother, you are worthy of being in this line of work. You really have a sharp eye!"

"To be honest, my life story is incredibly tragic!" The homeless man knelt down in front of the waiter without hesitation. His agitated behavior startled the waiter. "I lost my mother when I was young, my father when I was five, and I lived with my grandfather. But when I was ten, he was brutally murdered by Japanese pirates... Oh, I forgot, the term 'Japanese pirates' refers to you... Sorry, it means you were fed to sharks by Caribbean pirates. Then I was left alone, helpless and struggling to survive until today."

"My life is so miserable! For twenty-eight years, I haven't even had a full meal in my life! What kind of life am I living? What kind of life is this!" The homeless man held the waiter's hand, put his face against the back of the waiter's hand, and actually squeezed out two tears. "I heard that your Takama-ga-hara can make people feel the warmth of home, so I came here specifically to seek refuge. Is it true? If so, brother, can you give me a bowl of five-eye fried rice first? If possible, spicy clams and fried saury would be even better!"

The waiter struggled to pull his hand out of the homeless man's hand. He couldn't help but sigh that this guy was as strong as a bull. On the other hand, he complained in his heart that this guy was not only a homeless man, but also seemed to have some mental problems. This guy didn't look like a normal person at all... He was so hungry that he still needed spicy clams and fried saury to whet his appetite?

"Our purpose at Takama-ga-hara is indeed to make our customers feel at home... but you are not a customer," the waiter said helplessly.

The waiter was estimating the size difference between himself and the "homeless man", thinking that if he used force to drive him away and the other party fought back, he would definitely be at a disadvantage. He had already planned to notify former sumo wrestler Fujiwara Kansuke to handle the matter.

But the next second the homeless man suddenly stopped looking. The waiter saw that his eyes were fixed on a certain place on the gate of Takama-ga-hara, so he followed his gaze.

That was the Takama-ga-hara's Wall of Honor, with posters of the three most successful men in Takama-ga-hara in the past week hanging on the wall. It symbolized the benchmark of the entire Tokyo host community. For ordinary hosts, if their photos could appear on that wall of honor, it would be a matter of honor and a life without regrets... The waiter immediately understood that he was also impressed by the heroic figures of the three popular hosts in Takama-ga-hara.

"They..." The homeless man pointed at the posters of the three people and his eyes widened.

"Are you envious? Not just you, I'm envious too. This is what a successful man looks like!" The waiter sighed as he looked at the three shining posters. "I have to admit, some things are different between people. That's fate. Some people are born to be stars, and even as gigolos they can be admired by everyone. Some people are born to be poor beggars... Oh, I'm not implying that... But forget about getting into Takama-ga-hara. Guys like you look like they'd rush straight into our kitchen, stuff the food from the refrigerator into your mouth, and then lie on the floor acting crazy. If I let you in, I might lose my job too!"

"Damn! I'm so poor that I can't even afford to eat, and these three guys are acting so well!" The homeless man ignored the waiter's words and exclaimed at the three posters.

"Hey, hey, hey, how can you talk like that? Watch your words! You're insulting these three people, you're insulting us Takama-ga-hara, you know!" The waiter was unhappy, he frowned deeply, "You're not going to say these three are old acquaintances of yours or something, are you rushing to your door to make connections? Let me tell you, even Ms. Haruri, the general agent of the Mitsui Group in the Kanto region, or Ms. Chiyo, the barrister at the Nishimura Law Firm, need to make an appointment in advance if they want to meet with them, you know? Look at what you're wearing and then look at what they're wearing, those three are not from the same world as us!"

"Oh, how could I not understand them? I know each of these sluts better than the last." The homeless man pointed at the tallest of the three posters. "This guy, this guy, I've been sleeping with him for years. Don't be fooled by his sanctimonious appearance in the photos. This guy would have a fight with me in the dorm just because of a pistol leg. He looks like a human in the photos, but in private he's a real bastard! Don't even mention that he changed into sexy clothes, put on glamorous heavy makeup, and photoshopped the photos. Even if he had sex reassignment surgery, got breast augmentation, and wore a miniskirt to become a virgin, I would recognize him in a crowd at a glance!"

"Hey, who allowed you to insult Sakura-senpai like this! Insulting this senior is like slapping our store manager in the face, you know! Do you know how much power and influence our store manager has on this street?" The waiter was furious and pointed at the "homeless man" and was about to go to the store to call him back. "I can see that you are not a beggar or a psychopath, you are here to cause trouble! You are here to ruin the place, right! If you have the guts, just wait and see! When our senior comes, you will see what happens to you!"

……

In Takama-ga-hara, a drunk woman leaned on Chu Zihang's chest, acting like a spoiled child and refusing to leave.

Chu Zihang winked at Caesar and Lu Mingfei frantically, but the two good brothers looked at him with their eyes and noses, as if they didn't see Chu Zihang's eyes asking for help. They sat on the sofa and let Chu Zihang be touched by the drunk woman without doing anything.

This is the last guest of Takama-ga-hara tonight, and also one of the most difficult ones, Ms. Chiyo from Nishimura Law Firm.

Ms. Chiyo is a renowned lawyer, dominating the industry with her oppressive, powerful aura and rigorous logic. Her most potent weapon is her sharp, beautiful frown, and her nasal, snorting voice, "How come you're not even as good as a woman?"

No matter how proud a man is, he would be defeated by this sentence. Even the general manager of Nishimura Law Firm had to give in when he had a dispute with this female lawyer over some work issues. No one dared to ask about or delve into Ms. Chiyo's private life.

Ms. Chiyo just turned thirty this year, which is the most intellectual and charming age for a woman. Her biggest secret and the most difficult one is that Ms. Chiyo's true nature is in stark contrast to her daily appearance. In other words, Ms. Chiyo is actually a complete...masochist in private.

But unfortunately, Ms. Chiyo's fiancé is a henpecked man, so Ms. Chiyo has been dragging her feet on getting married because she can't feel any love or pleasure from that man. She feels that as long as she doesn't get married, she will be free until she can find a man who can control her perfectly. So Ms. Chiyo goes to various nightclubs every night.

By chance, Ms. Chiyo met the cold-faced handsome man Ukyo in Takama-ga-hara and fell completely into his captivity.

"Ukyo, I'm going to Korea to fight an important lawsuit tomorrow. My colleagues and juniors all think a woman like me is invincible and omnipotent, but they don't know that every time I have a lawsuit, I get so nervous that I get drunk the night before." Ms. Chiyo caressed Chu Zihang's well-defined abdominal muscles. "I'm a woman too, and women are easily scared. Others don't understand me, but you definitely do, right, Ukyo?"

Ms. Chiyo raised her head and looked at Chu Zihang with her spring-like eyes, as if she was praying for this man to give her gentle comfort.

Looking at the expressions of Lu Mingfei and Caesar, it was clear that those two guys could no longer be protected. Chu Zihang could only bite the bullet and said coldly to Ms. Chiyo in his usual tone: "You talk too much tonight."

Chapter 508 The Loser in a Foreign Country

There were no gentle sweet words, no heartwarming comfort, only cold scolding. However, Ms. Chiyo did not show any dissatisfaction or annoyance. Instead, her eyes became more and more blurred.

"Ah... That's the attitude, that's the attitude! It's really unbearable! Such a strict, cold Ukyo... It's really unbearable!" Ms. Chiyo's slender palm slid from Chu Zihang's abdominal muscles to his chest muscles, climbing all the way up, and finally she couldn't help but hug Chu Zihang's neck, "Sure enough, Ukyo, you still understand me! Only Ukyo understands me!"

If it were any other gigolo, seeing a mature and beautiful woman looking at him so passionately and teasing him, he would probably not be able to restrain himself and would hug the woman's neck and respond with a deep kiss... But Chu Zihang didn't do that. He didn't even look at Ms. Chiyo, still with a cold face, and just snorted coldly.

However, this is exactly the reaction Ms. Chiyo wants. She is used to seeing men who flatter and fawn on her. She doesn't like or even hates those weak and incompetent guys. Ms. Chiyo has always been looking forward to the appearance of a man who is stronger and has more personality than herself. The more this man ignores her, the more it will arouse her inner desire. If this man looks at her as if she is trash, she will simply be unable to stop!

Until Ms. Chiyo accidentally saw the first night performance of a gigolo named "Ukyo Tachibana" in Takama-ga-hara. The cold blade held by the man, the indifferent look in the man's eyes, and the clichéd and bloody plot in which his wife died during the performance... all deeply attracted Ms. Chiyo. From then on, Ms. Chiyo fell in love with the man named "Ukyo" and became his loyal fan. She came to Takama-ga-hara on time every night to wait for him, and refused to leave until Takama-ga-hara closed.

Of course, Ukyo did not disappoint Ms. Chiyo's expectations. Since the two of them came into contact, even if Ms. Chiyo spent a lot of money or promised huge wealth such as luxury cars, yachts and even villas, the young gigolo was not moved at all. He almost never gave Ms. Chiyo, a customer, a good face, and even ruthlessly refused or scolded Ms. Chiyo when she made overly rude requests. This made Ms. Chiyo feel more and more that Ukyo was the man destined to conquer her.

Caesar looked at Chu Zihang, then at Ms. Chiyo. The woman was so drunk that she could hardly walk, and she looked like she was going to fall asleep on Chu Zihang's chest. Caesar realized that if he continued to be pestered by this woman, Takama-ga-hara would not be able to close by morning, and they would have no chance of rest, so Caesar had no choice but to get up and come out.

"Miss Chiyo, it's over half an hour past closing time at Takama-ga-hara. I'm sure Ukyo would love to treat you, but he's been working all day and is exhausted," Caesar said tactfully to Ms. Chiyo. "Don't you have an important lawsuit to fight? You'll be boarding a plane to Korea in a few hours, right? It's time to sober up. I can't say for sure if you'll show your drunkenness in court, but if you keep hanging around with Ukyo in the shop, you'll probably be delayed."

"Yes, what Basara said makes sense." Ms. Chiyo struggled to get up from Chu Zihang's body, "You are very tired, right? I'm sorry, I am too selfish. I didn't consider your feelings, Youjing. Please punish me when I come back."