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

However, such a serious and life-threatening injury was healed in just one week. You know, the scars left by Caesar in the battle still hurt occasionally every night. Fengjian Liuli's injury was a hundred times more serious than his, but now he looks like nothing happened. Caesar's complaints about such a guy being a pervert came from the bottom of his heart.

"Damn, Junior Brother, what's with your reaction? Why aren't you so enthusiastic when you see your recovered senior brother?" Finkel yelled at Lu Mingfei unbalancedly, "Isn't it possible that my dear senior brother, who we've lived under the same roof for two years, is not as good as a Japanese friend I've only known for a month?"

"Brother, if you were as calm as Fengjian-kun, I would also go to meet you next time I see you." Lu Mingfei casually dismissed Finkel.

Finkel curled his lips. Even though he was complaining, he still got a chair for Fengjian Liuli.

"Thank you." Fengjian Liuli nodded to Finkel, but he did not sit down immediately. Instead, he stood in front of Lu Mingfei and looked at Lu Mingfei's face.

The two men were of similar height, and when they faced each other, their eyes were at the same level.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mingfei felt a little nervous when Fengjian Liuli stared at him.

He actually liked Feng Jian Liuli, but not that kind of love. Lu Mingfei didn't have any weird habits, so being stared at like this by a boy in his prime with a girlish appearance was definitely weird, wasn't it? Lu Mingfei was afraid Feng Jian Liuli would suddenly blurt out a promise of marriage, like in some cheesy idol drama or movie.

But the vulgar plot in the fantasy did not happen. Fengjian Liuli suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to Lu Mingfei.

"Kazama-kun?" Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, wanting to help Kazama Ruri up, but Kazama Ruri remained in a bowing posture.

"Just let me finish what I want to say." There was a rare hint of stubbornness in Fengjian Liuli's tone.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and let go of the hand that was holding Fengjian Liuli.

"Thank you, Lu Jun. Thank you so much, not only for killing General Wang, but also for saving so many people for you." Feng Jian Liuli's tone was extremely sincere. "At the same time, I am also deeply sorry, Lu Jun. I am an incompetent person, so I can only entrust everything to you. You can do what I can't do. I don't know why, but I always see the shadow of my brother when I was a child in you, so persistent and so brave. This trust is strange, but I believed you from the moment I saw your eyes."

Chapter 743 Carnival Night

"Because of you, Tokyo was not destroyed. Because of you, many people survived. Because of you, my brother and I were finally reunited... Lu Jun, I don't know what else I can do for you, except to express my shameless gratitude and apology." Feng Jianli said sincerely, "Not only for my brother and me, but also for today's Japan, and all those who survived because of you."

This young man with excellent acting skills and good disguise kept his back bent, exposing the most real and sincere side of his heart to Lu Mingfei. At this moment, Fengjian Liuli was not an unparalleled actor, nor was he the Dragon King who was above thousands of ghosts. He was just his brother's younger brother, the second son of the Minamoto family, and an ordinary Japanese citizen.

"Get up and talk, Fengjian-kun." Lu Mingfei patted Fengjian Liuli's arm and said softly.

Fengjian Liuli raised his head, and when he saw Lu Mingfei's expression, he was stunned. Originally, Fengjian Liuli thought that Lu Mingfei would be laughing or looking helpless, but unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei looked at him very seriously... more serious than ever before.

"I can't kill Herzog by myself, nor can I save Tokyo and Japan. If it weren't for the principal, senior brother, and Master Yue, the tide of corpse guards would have already overwhelmed Tokyo. If it weren't for the researchers from the Equipment Department and the Ganliu Research Institute, the number of casualties would be at least ten times what it is now. If it weren't for Senior Brother Ling and the others helping to hold Herzog back, Herzog would have destroyed half of Japan before I woke up." Lu Mingfei shook his head. "When disaster strikes, everyone unleashes unprecedented potential. Rather than saying that I saved everyone, it's better to say that we saved each other."

"But Mr. Lu, you are the only one who has the ability to kill Herzog." Fengjian Liuli said.

"Speaking of this, I actually want to thank you, Fengjian-kun," said Lu Mingfei.

"Thank me?" Fengjian Liuli was stunned.

"Yes, Fengjian-kun, I am very grateful for your trust in me. No matter if I am a loser or a hero who can truly save the world, you firmly believe that I can do what others cannot." Lu Mingfei smiled at Fengjian Liuli, "Thank you for always betting on me to win, and thank you for finally fulfilling your mission."

In the dream story, apart from Eri, the person who impressed Lu Mingfei the most in Japan was Kazama Ruri, because when Lu Mingfei was still a loser, Kazama Ruri always believed in Lu Mingfei unconditionally and always bet on him to win... When Kazama Ruri saw Lu Mingfei's photo for the first time, he described Lu Mingfei as a man with a lion in his eyes.

In fact, Lu Mingfei had no lion hidden at that time. He was always one step behind others in doing things, and always regretted it after the fact. If he really had a lion hidden in his heart, it would have pounced out and bit Herzog to death long ago, and his friends and the girl who liked him would not have died in the depths of the Red Well in the end... But Fengjian Liuli was sure of him, and was determined to bet on him to win, even at the cost of her life.

This time was no exception. Feng Jian Liuli never hesitated to show her trust in Lu Mingfei. How could Lu Mingfei not be moved?

"Hey, these two guys are getting closer. I wonder if they're going to just kiss each other?" Finkel whispered to Caesar. "When will this gay conversation end?"

"You don't have to lower your voice, because they can hear you," Caesar said to Finkel. "Super hybrids have hearing a hundred times better than ordinary people. Instead of talking bad about others behind their backs, you might as well speak to their faces. Maybe they will respect you for your integrity."

Fingel's body froze, and he subconsciously looked at Fengjian Liuli. At this time, Fengjian Liuli turned her head and smiled at him and Caesar. It was a smile as warm as spring breeze, but it looked so creepy in Fingel's eyes. Fingel could only force a smile at Fengjian Liuli with the corner of his mouth, which was uglier than crying.

"The tortoise's injury should be almost healed by now, right?" Caesar asked Fengjian Liuli, "He didn't come with you? Or is it that the big families of the Sheqi Eight Clan don't find it convenient to go to such vulgar places as the gigolo club?"

"No, my brother deliberately put everything aside to attend the event in Takama-ga-hara today. He's almost recovered." Kazama Ruri shook her head. "But my brother will be a little late. He should be on his way here now. He said he doesn't want to participate in tonight's event as the head of the Sheqi Eight Clan. Instead, he wants to attend the farewell ceremony of your gigolo career as your friend."

"I didn't expect this guy to have such a humane side." Caesar's expression was slightly surprised.

"But how did you know we were here, Fengjian-kun? Did you come here on your own?" Lu Mingfei asked Fengjian Liuli.

"The manager told me." Feng Jianli smiled helplessly. "Even though I was in disguise, I still couldn't hide from the manager's eyes. When I went upstairs, I ran into the manager by chance. He grabbed me and said that even if I turned to ashes, he would know which urn was mine at a glance. The manager held me and wouldn't let me go. He insisted that I promise to appear on stage during the performance before he would let me go."

"You're too naive. Do you really think the manager will let you go just for showing up?" Finkel flipped open the script and showed a page to Fengjian Liuli. "If my guess is correct, the so-called mystery guest for the fourth show should be you. The show is scheduled to last half an hour, a solo performance... How could a mere appearance take up a full half hour?"

Fengjian Liuli was stunned and murmured: "So..."

"Alas, Kazama-kun, it seems the manager has been plotting against you from the very beginning." Lu Mingfei sighed and patted Kazama Liuli on the shoulder. "The manager has long been certain that you would attend our farewell ceremony as a friend. How could he let you, the young king of Japanese gigolos, go unpunished? With your help, the heat of Takama-ga-hara tonight will surely rise significantly. The manager also knew you wouldn't refuse, so he gave you a full half hour to shine."

"Half an hour is really a bit long, and I can't think of what to say. Half an hour is actually enough for a small Kabuki performance, but I don't even have the props for Kabuki performances." Fengjian Liuli held her forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.

Even without makeup or specific clothing, with Ruri Kazama's outstanding acting skills and immense popularity, he would definitely receive a lot of applause and praise if he was willing to show up in Takama-ga-hara today to perform an impromptu Kabuki show... But Ruri Kazama is a person who pursues art, and it is difficult for him to convince himself to accept such a far-fetched performance.

"Don't worry." Caesar suddenly spoke. He slowly walked to a door on the side wall of the room. Facing Kazama Liuli, Caesar calmly opened the door, "I didn't know the store manager was there before. Who the things in this room are for... now I understand.”

As Caesar pushed the door open, the contents of the room were exposed to everyone. Rows of hangers were filled with all kinds of women's clothing, colorful cheongsams, antique long gauze, traditional and exquisite long sleeves... The jewelry boxes were also filled with all kinds of strange accessories, silver hair buns, jade hairpins, phoenix crowns inlaid with gems... There were so many priceless treasures that it was dazzling to see.

Caesar was the first to arrive at the dressing room. When he pushed open the door, he felt a strange surprise. How could a host club staffed entirely by men have so many women's clothing and accessories in its staff dressing room? For a moment, Caesar even considered the manager or Fujiwara Kansuke-senpai to be a pervert. But the moment he saw Kazama Ruri, he suddenly understood.

"The manager really puts a lot of effort into this." Feng Jian Liuli was stunned for a long while and could only utter this sentence.

"It's a huge investment, but if you, Kazama-kun, are willing to do me the honor of performing in Takama-hara tonight, once the news gets out tomorrow, Takama-hara's reputation throughout Japan will be elevated to a new level. The manager will definitely make a profit from this deal." Lu Mingfei leaned closer to Kazama Liuli and reminded her subtly, "Even if you, Kazama-kun, take the opportunity to extort the manager for a performance fee or make some exaggerated demands, I'm sure the manager will happily agree."

"That's not good." Feng Jianli was a little embarrassed. "The store manager is quite nice."

Suddenly someone knocked on the dressing room door, and a familiar voice sounded outside the door.

"Is Heracles here?" Fujiwara Kansuke asked outside the door.

"Here, here!" Finkel jumped up from his chair and ran to open the door for Fujiwara Kansuke. "Is there something you want to talk to me about, Fujiwara-senpai?"

The door opened, and standing at the door was a burly man. In contrast, Finger, who was as big as a bear, actually looked a little like a small bird in front of the big man... This big man was Fujiwara Kansuke, the former quasi-national champion of the Japanese sumo world, and now a senior gigolo and store assistant in Takama-ga-hara.

Today, Fujiwara Kansuke was wearing a bright yellow kimono, which was also not a rigid traditional style. The wide sleeves of the kimono were embroidered with white cornflowers as embellishments. Wearing it on the chubby Fujiwara Kansuke, it had a unique and sexy charm.

"The store manager wants to see you," said Fujiwara Kansuke. When he saw Finger for the first time, his brows involuntarily frowned. "Why haven't you put on makeup yet? The guests are already preparing to enter."

"Aren't we always preparing the script for hosting? For such an awesome event, I have to go off the script and can't read from the script the whole time, right? If I don't perform well and ruin Gao Tianyuan's reputation, won't I be a sinner?" Finger I smiled confidently at Fujiwara Kansuke, "As for makeup..."

As he spoke, Finkel picked up a hair elastic from the dressing table next to him and tied it around his wrist. Then he took a brand new custom-made white suit from the hanger and put it on over his shirt. Finkel tilted his head back, and at the same time, he grabbed his long hair with both hands and smoothed it back. The elastic band skillfully tied a casual ponytail behind his head.

"Senior Fujiwara, do I need to wear makeup when I am naturally beautiful?" Finkel narcissistically put on an expression that he thought he was handsome.

Fujiwara Kansuke frowned and pondered for a moment. He was a little troubled because the store rules of Takama-ga-hara were that the gigolos had to wear makeup to work during work, not even light makeup, and they were not allowed to be unkempt. The store manager said that this was out of the minimum respect for the customers and the most basic professional ethics as a gigolo... But Finkel was not appearing as a gigolo today, but as a deputy host. The store rules seemed to have regulations that restricted the host of the event, because in the past, the activities were usually hosted by the store manager alone.

Moreover, Fujiwara Kansuke took a look at the dressed-up Finger. Although he was not stunningly handsome, he was still well-dressed. This image would not bring shame to Takama-ga-hara... The main reason was that there was a serious shortage of staff in the lobby on the first floor and they were in a hurry.

"The manager said that whether Takama-ga-hara can create a legend in the Japanese gigolo world tonight depends on you!" Fujiwara Kansuke bowed to Caesar, Lu Mingfei and Kazama Ruri in the dressing room, then closed the door and hurried away with Finkel.

"I hope Takama-ga-hara can have a wonderful night." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself, "For everyone."

……

The streets of Kabukicho were crowded with people.

It was not yet time to enter Takama-ga-hara today, but all the guests had already arrived early, and there were also people other than guests who blocked the street in front of Takama-ga-hara. Tonight, apart from Takama-ga-hara, there were almost no nightclubs open in Kabukicho, and all the host clubs were closed for the night. This meant that all the host clubs in Kabukicho recognized the status of Takama-ga-hara.

Kabukicho is the most developed place for the sex industry in Shinjuku District and even the entire Tokyo area. Becoming the leader of the Kabukicho host parlor is tantamount to becoming the emperor of the host industry in the entire Tokyo and even Kanto region.

It has gained such popularity even before the official carnival night. It is hard to imagine what heights Takama-ga-hara will reach if tonight's performance is successful... Maybe the store manager's wish will really come true, and Takama-ga-hara will become an insurmountable myth in the entire Japanese sex industry, and the store manager himself will be able to promote the idea of ​​male-style flower arrangement throughout Japan, and then his magnificent cities will rise all over Japan.

Traffic was jammed three blocks away. Although expensive cars were common on the streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo's most prosperous district, there had never been a day like today where limited edition luxury cars were sold in bulk, even as if they were free, filling up street after street.

Bentley, Maybach, Rolls-Royce...Ferrari, McLaren, Lamborghini...these mechanical hard shells that symbolize status and wealth in human economic society and are extremely luxurious carry today's guests. When the exaggerated doors are opened, , women dressed in fine clothes walked down from above.

The dazzling jewels and gems exuded by the top luxury goods of Hermès, Chanel and Louis Vuitton are blinding, and these women are dressed as if they are going to Paris Fashion Week... but no one would run to the fashion week venue with their skirt lifted up without caring about their image.

Chapter 744 Guests

There was a light drizzle in the sky. Some women even kicked off their high heels to get ahead of others and ran barefoot on the slippery streets. Elderly housekeepers chased after them with umbrellas, loudly reminding them, "Be careful, it's slippery" and "Be careful"... but it didn't work at all.

The restless mood spread wildly among the crowd like a highly contagious virus. Soon, all the women on the street started running wildly. They were supposed to be the top Tokyo socialites riding calmly and elegantly in top-notch cars, but now they were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, and they were just about to shake their noses and neigh happily.

The madness of these women all originated from the male escort club at the end of the street. The huge neon sign of Takama-ga-hara was looming in the fine rain and mist.

All of them were men, handsome men at that, standing on both sides of the entrance of Takama-ga-hara, lined up in a straight line. Even though there was a drizzle falling from the sky, they remained unmoved, their expressions as firm as a well-organized army.

They are not gigolos, these men are all waiters in Takama-ga-hara. They wear exquisite shirts and waiter vests, and the tight shirts wet by the rain outline their curvy figures. The men are wearing uniform high-end black leather shoes and exquisite red bow ties on their chests... As long as these handsome and fit men are not too stupid and have high emotional intelligence, they can easily find rich women who are willing to act as suckers to support them. It is hard to imagine that men of such quality are willing to act as waiters in a gigolo shop.

But this also indirectly highlights the standards of this gigolo club... If the waiters are of such a high level, the quality of the gigolos must be top-notch!

In fact, this is still the most conservative situation in Takama-ga-hara. The manager tonight specifically asked all waiters to only wear conservative clothing, because tonight's guests include not only celebrities from Tokyo's upper class society, but also personnel from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, senior officials of the Tokyo government, and even leaders of the Japanese underworld... The most important thing is that reporters from various media outlets in Tokyo will also be present.

No male escort club has ever achieved this level. The celebration in Takama-ga-hara tonight is not like a banquet, but more like a press conference. Even the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department or even the governor of Tokyo do not have such a huge appeal, but these people came tonight uninvited.

This is not entirely a good thing, because when there are too many people, chaos will occur, especially since almost all of these people are big shots who cannot be offended. Therefore, the most panicked person tonight is the store manager of Takama-ga-hara. If today's celebration is successful, Takama-ga-hara will be prosperous, but if it goes wrong, the entire Takama-ga-hara will fall badly... So the store manager tonight is extremely alert and every job must be done in detail, including the waiters' welcoming costumes, which were discussed by the store manager and Fujiwara Kansuke for a whole night and then carefully designed. Tonight's battle cannot afford to fail.

The street in front of Takama-ga-hara is surrounded by an iron fence with an official red seal on it. Inside the fence stands a row of people in blue uniforms with the words "特別职務です" written on the back... These special police officers are all sent by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. In order to maintain order in Kabukicho tonight, most of the guests tonight are either rich or noble. Any mishap involving one of them will make the front page headlines of Tokyo media tomorrow, and the Metropolitan Police Department will also be under considerable pressure.

There were many women holding various umbrellas in the air, like colorful flowers in full bloom, and gathered outside the street railings at the entrance of Takatenen Park. The night in Tokyo was a bit cold, and the women were wearing thin clothes. It was still raining. These pampered socialites had never waited for such a long time in such a harsh environment. The irritable mood spread rapidly among the crowd like a highly contagious plague.

"How long do we have to wait?" a woman, unable to contain her impatience, shouted towards Takama-ga-hara, "I'm here for tonight's show, not to stand outside in the rain! I want to see Basara King, not these stupid, clueless men!"

"That's right, I'm here to see Youjing! Are you just using these wooden-like waiters to deal with us?" The modesty of more women was also aroused. The woman who shouted this sentence had a white ribbon with the name "Youjing" tied on her forehead.

"Tell me, what time does Sakura's performance start?" The woman in the cherry-pink cheongsam waved her arms. "I haven't seen Sakura for over a week. I heard that tonight is his farewell performance and I've been crying all night. Can't I see Sakura earlier?"

The women were already impatient, like a group of hungry lions trapped in a cage, drooling at a plate of fresh meat. The umbrellas in their hands were no longer enough to shelter them from the rain. They banged the iron fence with the umbrella handles, making a harsh sound, to express their protest and dissatisfaction.

The police officers behind the fence were also in a dilemma and felt helpless. They were sent out to maintain order at the scene in the name of maintaining order, but their real mission was to protect the guests and prevent stampedes or congestion… These celebrities with wealthy families and strong backgrounds were not people that ordinary police officers could offend, but if they did not control the situation, a large-scale riot would soon break out. The police officers looked at each other, feeling caught in a dilemma.

A waiter suddenly trotted over to the police officer guarding the gate and whispered something in his ear. The officer looked down at his watch, then looked at the waiter for confirmation: "Are you sure?"

"This is the manager's order." The waiter who was responsible for delivering the message nodded. "The manager said that the comrades from the Metropolitan Police Department have been working hard these past few hours. From now on, the guests can be fully entrusted to Takamahara's care."

"No, no, Takama-hara is a model store for earthquake relief. The special operation to maintain order on the streets tonight was also the director's special order. We are just doing our job." The police officer nodded to the waiter and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that this damn job was finally over. He would rather fight the terrorists than turn a deaf ear to the tyranny of these young ladies. It was really too frustrating.

"Dear guests, Takama-ga-hara has just announced that tonight's admission time will be moved up half an hour. You can enter in three minutes," the officer announced to the crowd over a loudspeaker. "For your safety and efficient entry, please line up neatly and enter in an orderly manner. I will now open the gates of the fence. Please remember not to rush or crowd. Don't let tragedy strike on such a joyous occasion!"

The police officer repeatedly reminded people of safety matters, but it was obvious that his reminders had no effect. When the crowd burst into applause and cheers after hearing that the admission time was advanced by half an hour, the police officer could clearly feel that the women's eyes were fixed on his hand that was about to open the gate, just like a group of hungry wolves staring at moving rabbit meat, waiting for the rabbit to show a flaw, and then they could pounce on it impatiently.

But this was Takama-hara's decision. The announced entry time was about to arrive. If he was stuck at the gate, he would definitely be eaten alive by these women. The police officer swallowed his saliva, as if he had made some huge determination. He took out the key and inserted it into the lock of the door. He twisted it suddenly, and with a "creak", the iron gate slowly opened.

Like a flood, the women who were blocking the street outside rushed madly to the entrance of Takama-ga-hara. Everyone had heard the news that the booths and standing areas were cancelled tonight, so there was no such thing as reserving seats or areas. Everyone wanted to occupy a position closer to the stage and watch the farewell performance of their favorite gigolo with the best view. If they were lucky, they might have the chance to be invited to perform on stage as a special guest. That would definitely be a deep memory that would be remembered for a lifetime.

The police officer in charge of guarding the gate was pushed aside by countless hands the first second the door opened. The palms of those wearing limited edition rings were soft and delicate. When he was in close contact with these beautiful socialites, the police officer could even smell the rich scent of high-end perfume, which seemed to drown him like a tide. But at this moment, he no longer had any romantic thoughts... It was too late to stop them. With the madness and chaos of these women, accidents were bound to occur when they entered. By then, he, who was in charge of the gate, would not only lose his job, but he might also be held accountable by the Metropolitan Police Department and bigwigs. His future life would be bleak.

Just when the police officer was about to despair, a huge wall blocked the gate, preventing the flood from flowing out... The police officer rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was not a wall, but a person, a super burly man in a bright yellow kimono. The police officer recognized the face and even called out his name, Fujiwara Kansuke, this high-level sumo star is also well-known in Tokyo.

Fujiwara Kansuke's muscular body perfectly blocked the passage of the gate. The former national sumo wrestler looked around at everyone, looking like a lone man blocking the way for ten thousand.

"Entry must be orderly. Ticket checkers will be present at the entrance to verify the security codes in each guest's hands. Those who pass the verification can enter," Fujiwara Kansuke announced to the crowd in a deep voice. "Because we need to free up space, all food and drinks have been placed in the designated self-service area. Feel free to help yourself. There will be no alcoholic beverages available at Takama-ga-hara tonight, but all types of alcohol will be available in unlimited quantities as a token of your continued support for Takama-ga-hara."

The crowd burst into deafening applause and cheers. There was no chaos or impatience. The guests cheered loudly the names of Takama-ga-hara and Fujiwara Kansuke. There were also many women in the crowd waving folding fans with the words "Fujiwara-kun" printed on them. They were obviously fans of Fujiwara Kansuke.

This scene made the police officers doubt their lives. Not only because the riot that their police force could hardly control was easily settled by Fujiwara Kansuke alone, but they were also surprised that this fat man who dressed in a flashy way and had no aesthetic sense in the eyes of ordinary people had such high popularity... It seems that being a gigolo is really a magical profession.

"Mr. Fujiwara, where's King Basara? Where's Ukyo? Where's Sakura? When can we see them?"

"Mr. Fujiwara, who is today's mysterious guest? Could it be Mr. Aizawa, the famous gigolo from Kyoto?"

"Mr. Fujiwara, how long will tonight's event last? They won't clear the place out halfway through, will they? I've specially set aside the entire night to attend Sakura's farewell ceremony, so at least we can have fun!"

"Mr. Fujiwara..."

The women's questions one after another overwhelmed Fujiwara Kansuke like a flood. The police officers would also be overwhelmed if they encountered such a situation. When they were ready to see how this notorious gigolo would deal with the chaotic scene, Fujiwara Kansuke impressed them on the spot with just a few words.

"Beautiful ladies, the banquet has already begun. Are you planning to linger here?" Fujiwara Kansuke said loudly to the crowd. "Would you rather ask me meaningless questions and waste precious time, or should you hurry inside and enjoy this wonderful evening? I can answer all your questions here, but by then, even the most exciting performance will have already ended. So, do you still have any questions?"

"No more, no more!"

"No! I can't miss Ukyo's farewell performance, or I'll regret it for the rest of my life!"

"Hurry up and line up. The sooner I get in, the sooner I can see my Basara King!"

"Please queue up and enter in an orderly manner. Tonight, every wall of Takama-ga-hara has been installed with multimedia screens, allowing you to view the stage from all angles. All guests have equal rights," Fujiwara Kansuke announced. "Tonight, everyone will have the opportunity to take photos with our top-rated gigolos, provided they adhere to the rules and regulations. Anyone causing trouble will be disqualified from entering tonight. I'll be standing guard outside to supervise everyone!"

The restless crowd instantly calmed down, the hungry wolves turned into docile white rabbits, and these socialites who were usually arrogant and even unruly now transformed into well-behaved ladies, queuing up in an orderly manner. The scene was harmonious and warm.

The police officers were all stunned. At this moment, they had to admire Takama-ga-hara's methods. This host club was really full of hidden talents.

A Rolls-Royce sedan was parked outside the street, with a lifelike spider pattern printed on the black hood, which was the family emblem of the Fuma family.

The driver got out of the driving seat and opened an umbrella. He quickly opened the two doors of the back seat, and the white-haired old man and the young woman got out of the back seat.

"Hand me the umbrella. You don't have to follow us." The old man said to the driver, "Tonight we are not attending as the head of the family, but as friends."

"Yes." The driver respectfully handed over two umbrellas.

Two black umbrellas were opened in the drizzle, and Fuma Kotaro and Sakurai Nanami walked side by side towards Takama-ga-hara.

"Is it appropriate?" Sakurai Nanami asked, "An elderly man going to a host club to participate in an event."

Chapter 745: Rebirth of an Old Friend

"What's the matter?" Fuma Kotaro smiled generously. "I often come to Kabukicho, of course, after work and after I've stepped down as the head of the Fuma family."