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

Fuma Kotaro pushed open the car door and walked out into the wind and rain. The old man squinted his eyes and looked forward.

In front of them was a white Bentley sedan. Sitting in the driver's seat was a driver wearing white gloves and a suit. In the back seat was a beautiful woman who was dressed in jewelry and a formal dress.

In front of the Bentley sedan are luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz, Lexus and Porsche, and even top luxury cars such as Maserati and Maybach are not uncommon. Further ahead in the traffic along the street, you can also see dazzling supercars such as Aston Martin and McLaren... Very similar, these vehicles are all driven by special drivers, and each car has a lady with gorgeous appearance and extraordinary temperament.

"What's going on?" Fuma Kotaro stopped a nearby uniformed police officer and looked him in the eye. "Aren't all the streets in Shinjuku under full traffic control? Didn't your Metropolitan Police Department issue a notice?"

"Ah... Mr. Fuma!" The stopped officer immediately recognized the high-ranking underworld figure, Fuma Kotaro, and said in fear and trepidation, "The Chief has received your instructions and announced traffic control at noon today. Only vehicles with passes are allowed to enter and exit the main roads of Shinjuku. We are here now because we received the order. Mr. Chief, you have not neglected your instructions. We have already dispatched half of our Metropolitan Police Department's police force to focus on traffic control. Our officers are stationed at every intersection in Shinjuku."

"Since you have dispatched police forces, why is there a traffic jam ahead? How did these people get in?" Fuma Kotaro frowned slightly.

"The traffic jam is because they're checking passes at the intersection ahead." The officer's expression was slightly unnatural. "These vehicles... all have passes."

"Carrying passes?" Fuma Kotaro was stunned. He looked at the traffic behind him, which was longer and more imposing than his own. "So many cars? All carrying passes? Do you think passes are cheap? What are your issuance criteria? Didn't I inform your chief of police that only internal members and important figures of the Eight Snake Families are eligible to hold passes?"

"Yes, that's what you said." The police officer lowered his head and said helplessly, "But the people in these vehicles are all... important people."

"So many important people?" Fuma Kotaro's face darkened. "What are the origins of these women in the cars?"

"The one sitting in the back seat of that Bentley up front is the daughter of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries' Kanto agent! The one sitting in the Lexus up ahead is the tax bureau chief's sister!" The officer pointed at each car and explained the origins of each woman to Fuuma Kotaro. "The one sitting in the Maserati is the female director of a financial company. She holds shares in three listed companies, with a stake of over 30% in each company! The one sitting in the Aston Martin sports car is the daughter of the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department's chief..."

Every time the police officer revealed the details of a woman, Fuma Kotaro's face became darker.

"These wealthy daughters and female bosses are putting pressure on our chief. Our Metropolitan Police Department simply can't withstand their combined pressure," the officer said helplessly to Fuma Kotaro. "Each of them has a strong background. If these women protest collectively, not only will our chief be fired, but I'm afraid all of our officers will be stripped of their uniforms."

Fuma Kotaro took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. Even though these women could not compete with the Snake Eight Families one by one, as the police officer said, these women with strong backgrounds combined are a huge force. Behind them are the government of a city, the media of the entire society and the network of relationships in the entire country... Each of these women has a huge social influence. Even if it is a big family of the underworld, if they use violence against those women, it will be difficult for them to explain to all sectors of society. I am afraid that the Snake Eight Families, which are on the verge of collapse, will fall into an even more difficult situation.

"What is it about Shinjuku that attracts these women, and why are they gathering here?" Fuma Kotaro asked the police officer.

"It's an anniversary celebration for a host club in Kabukicho. They've been completely renovated and there's free flow of drinks," the officer explained to Fuma Kotaro. "All of their top hostesses will be on stage tonight. They've also reportedly invited a popular host from Osaka as a guest... but I don't follow the host world much, so I can't remember his name."

The police officer didn't know the truth and couldn't remember the name of the host club or who the host from Osaka was, but Fuma Kotaro knew better than anyone... Takama-ga-hara, Kazama Ruri.

"What a difficult woman to deal with... Susan." Fuma Kotaro looked at the luxury cars rolling in the rain.

Fuma Kotaro knew very well whose idea was behind the current situation, Susan. She was the real boss of Takama-ga-hara and the largest creditor of the eight Snake families. To be able to become a giant in the financial industry, Susan's brain was absolutely useful, and only she had such appeal and means. Susan was the real mastermind behind the scenes, the brain, while Caesar, Chu Zihang and Fengjian Liuli were just the facade figures standing in front of the stage.

Just like when a company or a brand is on the verge of being acquired by a competing company, the company suddenly invites a popular celebrity. Then, investors with a keen sense of smell smell the hidden business opportunities and act decisively. Other investors also follow the market trend and follow suit. The company absorbs huge and strong funds in a short period of time and can even surpass the competing company.

They actually used the methods of the financial industry in war. Originally, the Snake Eight Clan cleared the entire Shinjuku area to tell Caesar's team and Takama-ga-hara that this is Japan, the home of the Snake Eight Clan. They wanted to use the underworld to suppress the other party in momentum before the negotiations, but Fuma Kotaro's plan was easily seen through by the other party, and they made such a beautiful counterattack overnight.

What a difficult woman, what a scary woman... Fuma Kotaro couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

……

It took nearly two hours, a full two hours, for Fuuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami's car to slowly slide to the entrance of Takama-ga-hara.

When Finkel saw the Rolls-Royce sedan with the Spider family crest printed on it, he ran over happily holding a big black umbrella. Fuma Kotaro was very impressed by this young man. This guy once grabbed his shoulder with his palm, making it impossible for him to raise his collarbone. The strength of his hand was so great that it almost crushed his shoulder blade.

"Oh my, it's two big shots!" Just as Fuma Kotaro rolled down the car window, Finger's flattering voice floated in, "Fuma-kun and Sakurai-san, you're here too! I didn't expect big shots like you to join in such a commotion! Which gigolo are you here to patronize, Sakurai-san?"

"Don't tell me yet, let me guess, let me guess!" Finkel quickly waved his hand at Sakurai Nanami, signaling her not to speak, and then began to talk to himself, "Is it Basara King? No, Sakurai-san, you probably don't like the Basara one... Then is it Ukyo or Sakura? I think Ukyo is more likely, or are you a fan of Kazama Ruri... No? Then you can't be here just for me, right?"

Sakurai Nanami looked coldly at the outspoken young man, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Oh my, oh my, Sakurai-san's eyes are so scary, as if he wants to eat me up." Finkel patted his chest. "It was just a joke, just a joke. The boss lady has been training our sense of humor recently. I have a pretty good talent. Master Sakurai is not angry, right? I don't think you would be angry about such a little joke. I heard that Japanese mafia bosses are always very tolerant."

"Then I think you've heard a misunderstanding. We Japanese gangsters are known for our vindictiveness and small tolerance. Whoever provokes us will be retaliated tenfold." Fuma Kotaro said to Finkel calmly, "Don't play tricks on me. You know why we're here. Where are the Susans?"

"Madam Boss? She's entertaining customers in the store." Finkel smiled. "As you can see, today is our anniversary carnival night at Takama-ga-hara. Business is so booming that all those old customers have come to support us. Madam Boss is almost overwhelmed. So she sent me to entertain Fuuma-kun and Sakurai-san."

"Take us to the store." Fuma Kotaro whispered.

"Oh, right, I suddenly remembered something." Finkel clapped his hands, a look of annoyance on his face. "Business is so brisk today, beyond our expectations, that we might not have enough parking spaces in the underground garage."

"The convoy doesn't have to park in the underground garage." said Fuma Kotaro.

"No, no, no, what I mean is that the parking lot is full. Tonight, all the guests are VIPs. Whether it's the gigolo schedule or the parking lot, we at Takama-ga-hara adhere to the principle of first come, first served." Finkel said righteously, "But you don't have to worry about not having a spot."

"For some reason, all the shops in Kabukicho suddenly closed down today, so our boss lady was very generous and booked the entire street for parking for our customers." Finkel scratched the back of his head. "Oh, by the way, you probably don't mind parking your car on the street, right? I know yours is a nice car, but the other customers today are all driving nice cars, and there's plenty of police presence, so you don't have to worry about any accidents happening to your car parked outside. If your car is damaged, we at Takama-ga-hara will also compensate you."

Fuma Kotaro took a deep breath to calm his anger. He ignored Finkel's slightly mean words and instead instructed the driver beside him, "Park the car at the entrance of Takama-ga-hara and let the convoy behind you pull over."

"Oh, Mr. Fuma, what a coincidence! I forgot to tell you. Because we have so many customers today, Takama-ga-hara has temporarily added a rule." Finkel slapped his forehead. "A family can only park two cars in Kabukicho. Otherwise, if everyone comes with a whole car fleet like you, my wife will probably have to book over twenty streets to accommodate them."

Even the driver couldn't stand Fingel's provocative words. He was about to get out of the car and scold Fingel, but was stopped by Fuma Kotaro.

Fuma Kotaro looked at the ruffian Finger. The veins on the old patriarch's forehead throbbed, but he suppressed his anger and instructed the driver in the calmest voice possible, "Patriarch Sakurai and I will park on the side of the road. The rest of the cars will park two streets away."

"You really deserve to be the most senior patriarch among the eight Sheqi families. With such broad-mindedness and magnanimity, there is no one among the younger generation who can match you!" Finkel gave Fuma Kotaro a thumbs up.

"What if I go into Takama-ga-hara with you and you say the seats inside are full and make us stand in line at the door?" Sakurai Nanami stared at Finkel.

"How is that possible? Our lady boss kept her promise and arranged a negotiation with Lord Fengmo today. We've reserved the best stands for the two family heads from the beginning." Finkel gestured for them to come. "The VIP stands are up high. I guess neither of you is afraid of heights, right?"

No one answered Fingel's question. Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami followed Fingel towards Takama-ga-hara. The men in black who came with them stayed outside. There were no parking spaces left, and of course there was no room in Takama-ga-hara to accommodate so many people. The Snake Eight Clan were not here to fight today. It would be enough for these men to surround Takama-ga-hara on all sides. This was already a great sincerity from the underworld family.

If Takama-ga-hara is unwilling to accept this sincerity, then these gangsters will pull out the swords and guns hidden in their linings and sleeves, transform into ferocious wolves and tigers, pounce into the store, and devour their targets.

The moment you step into Takama-ga-hara, the luxurious crystal chandeliers on the dome are radiant and dazzling, making you dizzy. Well-dressed, handsome and fashionable young men and women are dancing in the night of Shinjuku... Of course, that can't be the real night of Shinjuku, but a decorated dance floor.

There were about fifty or sixty men, all dressed in black suits with snow-white linings. Each of them had his tie tied meticulously, and they all looked like gentlemen...but what was puzzling was that every man was wearing a mask.

This is the special event in Takama-ga-hara tonight. Every gigolo and waiter wears a mask to cover their face, including the most popular top gigolo and today's special guest.

The first activity today is a disguised bingo game, where we search for special guests among the masks.

Chapter 562: Night of Wind and Tide 3

Since it is a bingo game, there will naturally be prizes... and the ultimate reward of the game is the top gigolo that the customers find.

The guests who find senior hostess such as Fujiwara Kansuke will win the third prize, and the prize is a dozen bottles of Champagne Dom and an unlimited fruit plate; the guests who find top hostess such as Basara King, Ukyo Tachibana and Sakura will win the second prize, and the prize is a high-end red wine produced in France in 1982, and the opportunity to have close contact with the top host; and the guests who find the mysterious guest will win the first prize, and the prize is sashimi made from the belly of a whole bluefin tuna, and they can also entrust the mysterious guest to fulfill a wish for them.

For the guests who visit Takama-ga-hara tonight, these three rewards are undoubtedly quite attractive. The fruit plate and red wine are certainly not rare items, and even the expensive bluefin tuna slices can be bought with money. The guests tonight are either rich or noble, and the things that can be bought with money are not very precious to these wealthy ladies or wives... The truly precious reward is the gigolo's time.

Especially the time of a top-notch host, which is a very precious thing and difficult to buy with money. Takama-ga-hara had already leaked the news before, and the guests had almost guessed the identity of the mysterious guest... the rising star of the Tokyo Kabuki industry, the throne of the host world, Kazama Ruri.

Entrust Fengjian Liuli to fulfill a wish... Such a reward is what many people dream of but cannot get. Its value cannot be measured by money. The lucky customer who can get this reward is no different from winning the jackpot in the lottery.

Kotaro Fuma and Nanami Sakurai were invited to the VIP booth on the second floor. Unexpectedly, Finkel did not fool them this time. All the surrounding booths were occupied by beautiful women, all of them dressed in gold and silver, obviously VIPs among VIPs. The booth where Kotaro Fuma and his friends were was the most advantageous one among them. Below them was the stage in the first floor hall, and their sight almost encompassed the entire dance floor on the first floor.

The waiters brought trays one after another. The silver trays contained plump and tender fish fillets and sea urchin sushi just made by a Michelin-level chef; the black trays contained cocktails freshly mixed by professional bartenders, and the transparent liquor was dancing with colorful glow under the ostentatious spotlights above the heads; and the colorful trays contained exquisite fruit plates, including Sun Mangoes from Miyazaki Prefecture, Japan, Yubari Melons from Hokkaido, and Gualv Lychees from Zengcheng, China... All of these fruits were expensive, and they were rare varieties that were difficult to buy even with money.

Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami sat at the two ends of the platform, looking down at the dance floor on the first floor of Takama-ga-hara. Finkel was quietly waiting beside the two heads of the family. It was not known whether he was ordered to keep an eye on the two leaders of the hostile forces, or was entertaining the two heads of the family with respect from the bottom of his heart. In any case, the servile smile on his face made people want to kick him hard in the face.

The atmosphere in the dance floor gradually heated up. The girls had thrown away their coats. Almost all the guests present tonight were wearing hot pants or miniskirts. The shortest skirt was almost 35 centimeters from the knees. The pale arms and graceful backs were exposed to the air. The dance floor was full of long legs swaying. Eight to twelve centimeters high heels were everywhere. The rotating light balls cast colorful lights on those white long legs... Love, sex and desire were like a highly contagious virus, quickly spreading throughout the entire Takama-ga-hara.

Explosive dance music sounded from the speakers, and the male DJ with his upper body exposed was rubbing the records passionately on the stage, pushing the atmosphere in the dance floor to a climax.

The women threw away their last bit of reserve and began to attack the masked men around them. They pulled the gigolos' ties and scrambled for the men.

Some guests soaked the gigolo's chest with wine and then stroked his sturdy pectoral muscles; some guests hugged the gigolo from behind, men and women entangled together and danced closely; some guests even got carried away and took off the gigolo's mask and kissed him passionately... Cheers and screams rang out one after another, even some self-proclaimed dignified guests on the second floor could not help but join in, and the atmosphere in Takama-ga-hara was hot and unrestrained.

"Are Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei among them?" Fuma Kotaro looked at the couples dancing frantically. "If their masks were removed, would they kiss these women?"

"As for my fellow apprentices, I don't know if they're on the dance floor. The boss lady arranged their schedule, and she didn't tell me the details." Finkel said to Fuuma Kotaro, "But if they were caught and a customer wanted to kiss them, I don't think they'd have any reason to push them away. After all, the atmosphere has already been set, and our service tenet at Takama-ga-hara is to try our best to meet all the needs of our customers... Does Fuuma-kun seem satisfied with the atmosphere at Takama-ga-hara today?"

"Not bad. It's hard not to be infected by such a fiery atmosphere." Fuma Kotaro said truthfully, "If I were fifty years younger, I would also put on a mask and go to the dance floor to dance closely with those beautiful girls, hoping that a hot girl would take off my mask and kiss me... Oh, if her lip gloss today is cantaloupe flavored, it will definitely taste great!"

"So Mr. Fengmo is a fellow traveler!" Finger high-fived with a look of surprise, then sighed in frustration. "It's a pity the landlady assigned me today to entertain two family heads, so I won't have the chance to captivate the guests with my dancing skills on the dance floor... By the way, I was nicknamed 'Elvis' at the Kassel Academy dance!"

"Is Kazama Ruri also among that group of people?" Sakurai Nanami's gaze wandered over the men below with masks on their faces.

"If Sakurai-san is interested, you can go down and take a look yourself." Finkel gave Sakurai Nanami his signature smile. "After all, Sakurai-san is so beautiful and dignified. She will definitely outshine everyone else when she goes down. Maybe that mysterious guest will not be able to resist Sakurai-san's charm and will take the initiative to approach you, and then be captured by you?"

"Don't forget, whoever catches the mysterious guest tonight can entrust him to fulfill a wish! At that time, it will be fine if you want to bring him back to the family or execute him on the spot. Isn't this exactly what you, the Eight Sheqi Families, want?" Finkel smiled.

Nanami Sakurai looked at Finkel coldly. This was the umpteenth time that this guy had provoked her. Nanami Sakurai knew that the purpose of dealing with him was to irritate him. This was a negotiation, and negotiation was a psychological game. The one whose mental defense collapsed first would be the loser.

It is true that Fingel's words about capturing Kazama Ruri and then dealing with her as she pleases made Sakurai Nanami very tempted, but it was impossible for Sakurai Nanami to really end up like those crazy women, sticking to men's bodies and being wanton... As the head of a major underworld family, Sakurai Nanami's every move symbolized the face and majesty of the Sakurai family. For these family heads in high positions, dignity is sometimes as important as life.

Just as Sakurai Nanami was about to scold Fingel, screams rang out from the whole audience, because Takama-ga-hara suddenly became dark, all the lights went out, and the energetic dance music stopped, as if the circuit breaker had suddenly malfunctioned, so the guests had no idea what was happening.

The next second, the only spotlight in the venue lit up, covering the figure in the center of the stage right above the stage.

She was a young and beautiful girl, wearing a sophisticated suit, elegant high heels, and a pair of black-framed glasses on her high nose bridge. If we only look at her appearance, this young girl can be ranked among the top guests visiting Takama-ga-hara today, but if you add the factor of temperament, it is no exaggeration to say that this girl can instantly kill all the women present.

A golden microphone was handed to the young woman. She scanned the guests from behind her black-framed glasses, her posture like a queen overlooking her country. However, her attitude was not annoying, because although this girl had an outstanding temperament, she was not arrogant. On the contrary, everyone who met her eyes would have an inexplicable sense of intimacy. This girl possessed a convincing affinity.

"Everyone, thank you for your kindness," the girl on the stage said gracefully to the audience. "The weather tonight is inclement, but the torrential rain cannot dampen your enthusiasm. I sincerely thank you for coming to Takama-ga-hara's anniversary celebration tonight."

The girl bowed to all the guests, and there was a burst of discussion in the room. Although no one had seen this girl before, she now stood in front of everyone in this posture and gave an opening speech similar to the host mode, and her identity was already obvious.

"From your expressions, I think you've guessed who I am." The girl smiled. "Yes, I'm the proprietress of Takama-ga-hara. You can call me Susan or Miss Su."

There were sounds of exclamations and gasps of surprise. Although most people had guessed the identity of this girl, it was still very strange because this girl was too young, a little too young. Before today, no one knew that there was such a thing as a "boss lady" in Takama-ga-hara. Everyone only knew that the manager of Takama-ga-hara was a humpback whale. A young and beautiful girl running a gigolo club... This matter sounded so weird.

"I know that no one knows me and is unfamiliar with me, but it doesn't matter, because I am not important, what is important is you." Su Enxi showed a very friendly smile to the guests in the audience.

"Ms. Chiyo, Ms. Miyazawa, Minako-san..." Su Enxi's gaze fell on the faces of the guests one by one. Every guest whose name was called was flattered. "You may not know me, but I remember you all. You are all the benefactors of Takama-ga-hara. Without you, there would be no Takama-ga-hara today. Without your support, Takama-ga-hara would not have such a lively and extraordinary celebration night. I would like to thank you all!"

As she spoke, Su Enxi on the stage bowed, and thunderous applause broke out from the audience.

"We at Takama-ga-hara uphold the principle of putting our customers first. The boys who work here are carefully selected and rigorously trained. I have always had a good eye for selecting boys." Su Enxi made a playful joke. "But don't worry, everyone. Although I'm dressed up beautifully today, I'm not here to compete with you for beauty or steal your men. I'm just a backdrop. My dear guests, you are the stars of Takama-ga-hara tonight."

There was laughter from the audience.

"Finally, Takama-ga-hara's red card and mysterious special guest are hiding in the crowd. Tonight's rewards are unprecedented. I hope our outstanding boys can make you feel at home." Su Enxi high-fived, "Tonight's drinks are all you can drink. Takama-ga-hara will pay for you all. Have fun!"

The cheers and applause almost blew the dome of Takama-ga-hara away. Every gigolo and guest shouted "Susan"'s name loudly. This young girl only appeared for a few minutes, but she became a star figure in Takama-ga-hara.

Su Enxi came down from the stage and toasted the guests one by one. A handsome waiter followed her with a tray filled with glasses of crystal clear red wine. The guests were proud to drink with Su Enxi, and everyone was amazed at the young proprietress's drinking capacity and generosity.

"Susan is quite a manipulative person," Fuuma Kotaro sighed as he watched Su Enxi making her way through the crowd. "She gave a magnificent speech. As the boss behind the scenes, she treated everyone to a meal, yet she kept her composure. She even told a joke at the end to quickly build rapport with the guests... No wonder she's such a powerhouse in the international financial market!"

"She understands women's minds very well." Sakurai Nanami also commented on Su Enxi.

"Look at what you're saying, Sakurai-san. As a woman, I certainly know what women want." Su Enxi walked slowly to the VIP booth on the second floor. "Besides, how can you take over a male escort parlor if you don't understand women's minds? Isn't that doomed to be a losing business?"

"Mr. Fuma, thank you for your support." Su Enxi and Fuma Kotaro hugged each other generously.

"Of course I have to give face to Su Sang." Fuma Kotaro is also an old fox. He patted Su Enxi's junior affectionately and laughed heartily.

"Then I'll invite Feng Mojun and Sakurai-san to the third floor?" Su Enxi said, "I know you two came to Takama-hara today not just to show your support, but more importantly for negotiations. It's too noisy here, with too many guests, so it's not suitable for negotiations. The most private room on the third floor has been arranged. Would you two family heads please follow me?"

"Susan, what's waiting for us in the private room on the third floor shouldn't be arrows, crossbows, and poison, right?" Fuma Kotaro looked at Su Enxi cautiously.

"Lord Fengmo, I'm really heartbroken when you say that." Su Enxi looked like she was about to cry. "Am I so untrustworthy in your eyes, Lord Fengmo? Is the reputation I've built up over the years in the business world worthless?"

Chapter 563 Lu Mingfei's Negotiation

"I'm sorry, Susan." Fuma Kotaro bowed to Su Enxi and apologized, "When you get old, you tend to be suspicious. My question was abrupt, so I'll drink a glass as punishment."

After saying that, Fuma Kotaro raised a glass of amber martini on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Lord Fengmo is a straightforward person." Su Enxi's face was smiling again. "Don't worry, negotiations are negotiations. We will only treat you two with fine food and fine wine. There will be no poison in the food or wine. We are both people of status. There is no need to be undignified. Don't you agree, Lord Fengmo?"

"What Susan said makes sense." Fuma Kotaro just nodded slightly, and Su Enxi's next words made him stunned.

"Old friends meeting, of course I want to make sure you two have a good time... As for the crossbows and poison, those are things we'll deal with after the negotiations break down." Su Enxi smiled slyly. "I'm a very honest business partner, but if we become rivals, I don't mind backstabbing... So I hope we won't have a falling out, Wind Demon Lord."

"Susan, Takama-ga-hara is just a small four-story building. It's not the Genji Heavy Industries Building with its fully sealed system and Kaguya-hime, nor is it the Tokyo Tower with its impenetrable gates. The gates to Takama-ga-hara are not strong." Fuma Kotaro raised his long, snow-white eyebrows. "If we start a quarrel here, those men in black guarding the streets outside Takama-ga-hara won't just sit there and wait for death... Susan, I have to remind you that among them are not only underworld elites, but also ninjas from our Fuma family."

"Oh my, it was just a joke, Feng Mojun, you're too serious." Su Enxi covered her mouth and chuckled, "That won't do. Young girls won't like old, unromantic guys... Sakurai-san, don't you agree?"

Su Enxi glanced at Sakurai Nanami with a teasing look. After the confrontation last night, rumors about the affair between Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami in their youth were widely circulated among the eight families of Sheqi. But for some reason, no one from either the Fuma family or the Sakurai family ordered to stop the spread of the rumors. The two family heads chose to remain silent on this matter in tacit understanding.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a young girl anymore." Surprisingly, Sakurai Nanami didn't show any anger at Su Enxi's question. Instead, she said to Su Enxi calmly, "Before the negotiation, it's better to refrain from such jokes. For people in high positions, a careless word could affect the course of events and decide the life and death of many people."

"Mr. Sakurai said it very well. It really taught me a lot." Su Enxi applauded.

"Where are Caesar, Chu Zihang, and the others?" Sakurai Nanami asked, "Are they hiding in the crowd on the dance floor?"

"Hmm? Is Sakurai-san also interested in our top gigolo?" Su Enxi asked, "Who are you more interested in, Basara King or Ukyo? Do you want me to call them over separately? I'll have them accompany you tonight!"

"No, Master Sakurai means... who will be Takama-ga-hara's negotiating representative today?" Fuma Kotaro asked. "Susan has given your top-ranked gigolo as a prize. Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Ming must entertain the guests, right? Doesn't that mean they don't have time to negotiate with us? So who will be in charge of negotiating with us? Susan, are you coming in person?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I thought Miss Sakurai had taken a fancy to one of our gigolos in Takama-ga-hara. Sakurai-san is so beautiful, I was wondering which boy could be so lucky." Su Enxi sighed, "As for the representatives of the negotiations...it's better to keep this matter a little mysterious. You will meet Fengma-kun and Sakurai-san in a minute."

Su Enxi clapped her hands, and the waiter around the corner walked quickly over, bowed deeply to Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami, stood up and gestured for them to come in towards the stairs leading to the third floor.

Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami looked at each other, followed the waiter up the stairs to the third floor. Just before disappearing around the corner of the stairs, Fuma Kotaro suddenly turned his head and looked deeply at Su Enxi who was standing on the stands on the second floor.

Su Enxi bowed to him. Behind her was the dazzling lights and the dancing crowd. Su Enxi had a meaningful and unfathomable smile on her face.

Until the figures of Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami completely disappeared at the end of the stairs, Finkel lowered his voice and asked Su Enxi: "Is that guy okay? I met him tonight and he didn't look too well."

"He's in a weak state now and doesn't have much fighting power." Su Enxi also lowered her voice and replied to Finger, "But there's no need to tell Caesar and Chu Zihang about this. You just need to know. They don't need to know."

"It seems like I'm doing a good job as a senior brother. In my junior brother's heart, I'm the most trustworthy one." Finger smiled foolishly, then began to worry again, "But that kid has lost his fighting ability now. What if the negotiations don't go well, and the old man from the Fuma family and the woman from the Sakurai family suddenly attack? Then my junior brother won't have any room to fight back. No, no, how about you send me up to accompany him, boss lady?"

"No need, just stay down there and do your job." Su Enxi shook her head. "Don't worry about what's going on up there. Someone is already guarding that guy. He's hiding in the secret door at the back of the box. If Fuma Kotaro or Sakurai Nanami suddenly make any move, he'll stop them in time."

"Huh? Didn't you send Caesar and Chu Zihang to the dance floor to liven up the atmosphere? Who's that guy up there?" Finkel was stunned. "Kazama Ruri? If it's him, then there's definitely going to be a fight up there. Can Kazama Ruri protect that guy in a one-on-two situation?"