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

"I have membership cards for many nightclubs here, and I even have my own private room. Apart from my identity as a gang leader, I'm just a normal man, just a little older." Fuma Kotaro said, "What's so strange about men going to places like this?"

"Alright, I know men are clumsy by nature, no need to keep stressing it out to me." Sakurai Nanami frowned. "What I mean is, as a man...even an old man, you're not the target customer for a place like Takama-ga-hara, right? If an old man goes to a gigolo bar, you'll attract a crowd. If you're recognized as the head of the Fuma family, it might cause a stir."

"Didn't I tell you? I'm not attending the event today as the head of the Fuma family, but as a friend of Gattuso-kun and the others." Fuma Kotaro glanced at Sakurai Nanami. "It would be even more sensational if your identity was recognized. After all, your gender and age are exactly what Takama-ga-hara's target customers are. A female Japanese mafia boss visiting a popular host bar in Kabukicho at night...it might even make the front page of tomorrow's news."

"So what? Why not make it real for once?" Sakurai Nanami's usually stern face finally cracked a smile. "Anyway, I've been busy with family matters lately and haven't touched a man in years. This is a good opportunity... By the way, my type should be quite popular in male escort clubs, right?"

Fuma Kotaro turned his head and looked at Sakurai Nanami's beautiful profile in surprise. He was slightly distracted... As the head of a major underworld family, with a beautiful and well-maintained face and figure, Sakurai Nanami crushed those so-called socialites in Tokyo's upper class in terms of status, wealth and appearance. Such a beautiful woman certainly had no shortage of suitors, but due to Sakurai Nanami's identity and her own personality, the only one who could get close to her over the years was the head of the Ryoma family.

What surprised Fuma Kotaro was that he understood Sakurai Nanami's character. To some extent, this woman was more rigid and stubborn than him. In the past, Sakurai Nanami would never make a joke about whether she was popular in the host club. She valued her reputation more than her life, but today she seemed to have changed... It seemed that after this incident, it was not only the Sheqi Hachika who were reborn. The huge disaster and rebirth made everyone change subtly.

Fuma Kotaro slightly moved his left hand which was tied up in his kimono and wrapped in bandages. Unlike the young super hybrid who was strong and had an extraordinary bloodline, he was indeed old. The injury he sustained a week ago had not yet fully healed... But Fuma Kotaro did not feel embarrassed or frustrated. His state of mind was a thousand times more open-minded than that of the original aging Ninja King.

Tokyo is being rebuilt at a rapid pace, the family is thriving, and all the darkness has been swept away in the near-destructive catastrophe... What else is there to regret or be depressed about?

For Fuma Kotaro, both the Caesar Group and Kassel Academy are the benefactors of the Snake Eight Families. Without them, there would be no Snake Eight Families today, and without them, the entire Japan would no longer exist... It doesn't matter where the celebration is held, everyone feels the same after surviving a disaster, and tonight is destined to be a happy night.

……

A fleet of black Mercedes-Benz vehicles was parked on the outer streets of Kabukicho. The ferocious red devil pattern was printed on the front of these Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicles, which is the family emblem of the Inuyama family.

Men in black got out of Mercedes-Benz cars, each of them with a serious expression. After getting out of the car, they went straight to the trunk. It looked like gangsters were going to take out guns, knives and sticks from the trunk to cause trouble on this street or collect protection money.

But unexpectedly, what these men who looked stern and tough took out from the trunk were not weapons, but bunches of flower baskets, banners and countless expensive fruits and rare and precious matsutake mushrooms.

Three elderly men got out of the leading Maybach car. Two of them were wearing traditional Japanese kimonos, and the tallest man was wearing a custom-made black suit. Their hair and beards were all snow-white, and their eyes were covered with fish-tail-like wrinkles. The three old men had different temperaments, but the years and experiences were fully displayed in them.

"Aha, isn't this a bit too much?" Ange looked at the bunches of flower baskets and boxes of expensive food being carried out of the car, almost blocking the entire street. "I remember when you were young, you weren't like this. Don't Japanese people care more about so-called ostentation as they get older?"

"If it were me, I'd come and go as I pleased, but this time I'm representing the Inuyama family, Sensei." Inuyama He smiled wryly and shook his head. "To be more precise, I'm representing the Tamamonomae Club, a leading company in Tokyo's entertainment industry. At the celebration of Takama-ga-hara's reopening and the retirement of a popular host, it's only natural that I offer our Tamamonomae Club's sincere support."

Inuyama He's tone was very sincere. The entertainment industry in Tokyo does have this conservative custom. When a nightclub reopens or a famous geisha retires, familiar club representatives should pay their respects. When the Tamamonomae Club was choosing a new location, almost the entire Japanese entertainment industry sent representatives to give gifts. Because the Inuyama family has always been the emperor of the Japanese entertainment industry, the scene that day was unprecedented.

However, there are very few experiences where Inuyama Kazu personally represented Tamamonomae to deliver gifts to a club, because Tamamonomae is the leader of the entertainment industry in Tokyo and even in the whole of Japan. There are almost no nightclubs that are big enough to require Inuyama Kazu personally to appear... let alone a gigolo club.

Japan's sex industry is indeed very developed, but the gigolo industry is only a very small part of the traditional sex industry, just like a flat model to the modeling industry. If the sex industry has a contempt chain, the gigolo club must be at the bottom of this contempt chain, even the leading gigolo club, Takama-ga-hara Club... But the Tamamonomae Club is different. Inuyama Kazuo is the real emperor who commands Japan's sex industry. The significance of his personal tribute to Takama-ga-hara is like an iconic international supermodel personally awarding a medal of honor to a little-known flat model. People who see this scene will definitely be shocked.

But Inuyama He did such an incredible thing today, with full sincerity. This sincerity was not only dedicated to Takama-ga-hara itself, but also to the three people who were about to bid farewell to their short career as gigolos today... Although Caesar, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei had only been gigolos for less than a month, with their deeds and today's pomp, they will definitely leave a strong mark in the history of Japanese gigolos.

"Three old men went to attend an event at a gigolo club and attended the farewell ceremony of three young gigolos. It sounds like we are perverts who are disrespectful to our elders," commented Uesugi Yue.

"You Japanese are really burdened," Ange said. "Just imagine, except for the three of us men, the spacious dance hall is almost entirely filled with girls, the air is filled with the scent of high-end perfume and musk, and if you turn around or turn your head, you will touch a girl's soft arm or waist... This kind of experience can only be experienced in a male escort club during a festival. If this were a strip club, we would be surrounded by only sweaty men."

"That's true." Uesugi Yue nodded in agreement, then turned his gaze to Ange, "But can your body withstand such an ordeal? Are your injuries fully healed?"

"After all, I'm the principal of Kassel Academy. Although I'm a bit old now and can't compare to the younger ones, and I can't compare to the 'emperors' of the Eight Snake Clans, I'm not as fragile as you think." Ange said with a look of nostalgia. "If I were twenty years younger, maybe I would have the mind and energy to find a few short-term lovers in Japan."

Looking at Ange's meaningful words, Uesugi Yue curled his lips and ignored the old guy, because Uesugi Yue knew that Ange's words were implying him, and that's what he did. The "imperial blood" gave Uesugi Yue tremendous power and energy comparable to that of a young man. He often needed to vent, so in addition to the discs and TVs in the ramen stall, Uesugi Yue had a constant stream of lovers over the years.

"Where do we enter?" Ange suddenly asked, "At the main entrance, line up with the girls?"

The three of them had arrived at the main street of Kabukicho. At the end of the street was Takama-ga-hara, which was surrounded by women. At this moment, women in twos and threes would quickly pass by Ange and the other two and rush towards Takama-ga-hara. Occasionally, a woman would look back at Ange and the others, and then her puzzled eyes would quickly be replaced by surprise... The puzzlement was why three old men in kimonos and suits appeared at the street corner on the day of Takama-ga-hara's celebration. The surprise was the mature masculine temperament emanating from these three old men, which was simply dazzling.

However, because they were in a hurry to attend the celebration, the girls passing by only took a few more greedy glances at Ange and the other two, then ran away with blushing faces.

"What do you mean by 'still sharp'? What do you mean by 'strength through time'? Did you notice the way those girls were looking at me?" Uesugi Yue sighed to Ange and Inuyama He beside him. "I never thought that even though I'm already an elderly ramen chef, I still have such a long spring in my life. If I were to join those girls in the queue, wouldn't it cause chaos and a stir?"

Ange rolled his eyes. More than sixty years had passed, and the Inuyama He he knew had grown from a young and naive boy to an old patriarch who could stand on his own, but the Uesugi Yue he knew was still the same Uesugi Yue... Some people's personalities can never be changed in their lifetime. Even when they are old and about to lie in the coffin, they will still be the same, as mean and annoying as when they were young.

"Don't worry, Mr. Uesugi, we don't need to queue because we're not going through the main entrance." Inuyama He took out a sky-blue invitation from his lining pocket. "This was sent to me by the manager of Takama-hara this morning. We're going through the VIP channel. Takama-hara has reserved a seat for us."

"Didn't the newspaper report say that Takama-ga-hara was selling tickets through a pre-order system, refusing facial recognition and refusing VIP service? How come you still have invitations?" Uesugi Yue suddenly realized, "So the propaganda about fair competition and no backdoors is all fake?"

"Have you made me a fool of my sixty-year-old ramen chef?" Ange sighed to Uesugi Yue, "Are you still living in a primitive society?"

Without paying any more attention to the slow-witted ramen chef, Ange took the invitation from Inuyama He's hand, put it in the chest pocket of his suit, and led the two of them quickly towards the back door of Takama-ga-hara.

……

A Lexus sedan and a Hummer blocked the street outside Kabukicho.

"Crow, we're not in that much of a hurry. Aren't there still more than 20 minutes before the entrance? You don't have to deliberately go after other people's roads." The young man sitting in the back seat of the Hummer said to the person in the driver's seat.

The young man took out an aluminum box from his pocket and shook out a Cohiba cigar with familiarity. The girl next to him lit it for him.

"Young Master, don't you even check the news? Ten minutes ago, we were notified that Takama-ga-hara's entrance tonight would be moved up half an hour. Calculated by the entrance time, we're actually already late," complained Crow in the driver's seat. "Besides, we're gangsters, and a major gangster family. How can we be considered qualified gangsters if we don't do some bad things? It's just that I've been restrained a lot since we didn't pass by other cars on the road."

"It's just admission. Gattuso and his team's show tonight should be much later, so we can definitely make it. Besides, we have invitations, so we can skip the lines." Yuan Zhisheng exhaled a puff of cigarette. "Many streets in Tokyo are being rebuilt right now. Driving like this will disrupt traffic order. It seems you're only suitable for driving at noon."

"Drive at noon?" Crow was stunned and didn't react for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"Young Master means that something bad will happen to you sooner or later." Sakura explained from the back row.

"Shit!" Crow turned around in surprise, staring at Yuan Zhisheng with disbelief, as if he didn't recognize the young master he had served for ten years. "Is this still you, young master? You're even telling jokes like that? When did you learn that?"

Yuan Zhisheng turned his head away silently, not wanting to pay any attention to this idiot who was making a fuss... Indeed, he had always been a serious person in the past. Yaksha and Crow had commented more than once that his temperament was too upright and too rigid. Yuan Zhisheng recalled silently that he seemed to have really changed now.

When did this change begin? Was it when he reunited with his father and daughter? No, it should have been earlier... It seemed like it was ever since a certain group came to Japan on a business trip a month ago and he hosted them. Since then, Gen Chisheng has been constantly imagining these three psychopaths singing and dancing around him, making him even more neurotic.

"Damn, Crow, watch the road, you bastard!" Yaksha in the passenger seat suddenly shouted.

Yasha reached out to grab the steering wheel from Crow's hand, but ended up scaring Crow instead.

Chapter 746 Gathering

Crow stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the Hummer suddenly rushed out.

With a loud "bang", Crow could feel that the front bumper of the car had obviously hit something and was deformed. The whole car shook violently. Crow cursed in his heart, and then the airbag suddenly popped out from the center of the steering wheel and pressed his head firmly against the driver's seat pillow... But Crow still maintained the bull head posture and did not have time to straighten himself. The huge impact force almost broke his neck.

Yaksha in the passenger seat was also in a bad situation. Just now, Yaksha stood up to grab the steering wheel of Crow. His head, which was already a burly figure, almost pushed the roof off the car. The airbag bounced off Yaksha, and his forehead hit the roof hard. The violent collision almost pushed a bulge out of the Hummer's roof. Yaksha's forehead was also broken, and blood was oozing out.

Gen Chisei and Sakura in the back seat were not affected much because the collision was on the front part of the car, and Gen Chisei and Sakura were more agile than Yasha and Crow. The cigar in Gen Chisei's hand didn't even fall to the ground.

"Young Master, your words have come true." Ying said to Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng held his forehead and sighed. He didn't expect that his bad mouth would be so powerful. At the same time, Yuan Zhisheng felt very miserable in his heart.

Because it would be very troublesome to hit someone in this place during this time. It would be easy to deal with a car accident on a normal day. Gennochi could get out of the car, apologize, call the insurance company directly, or pay cash compensation on the spot, and the matter would be resolved. But this is Kabukicho... The car that appeared here at this time was most likely going to participate in the Takama-ga-hara festival, and the person sitting in the car was most likely a socialite from Tokyo's upper class circle. Such people had more or less dealt with the Sheqi family.

A mere car collision accident would not affect the Sheqi Eight Families or Gen Chisheng himself, but what Gen Chisheng was most worried about was that the other party recognized his identity... Today, Gen Chisheng only planned to attend Caesar and others' farewell ceremony as a friend, but if someone discovered that the head of a gangster family attended a party at a gigolo club, the situation would become very complicated.

"Hey, hey, hey, who's driving? Do you have eyes?" Crow kicked open the driver's door, jumped out, pointed at the Lexus sedan in the next lane and cursed, "Didn't you see I was changing lanes? Not only did you keep refusing to yield, but you were also driving so slowly, like a turtle? Did your car miss a meal today, or what?"

"The driver probably didn't eat. The car probably ran out of gas." Yasha also got out of the passenger seat. He slammed the door shut, clutching his bleeding forehead. His already rugged face looked even more ferocious. "If you ask me, it's actually your fault, Crow. If you had two eyes on the back of your head, you could turn your head and drive."

"Fuck, my problem? I've never had any problems driving before!" Crow walked up to the Lexus and slammed the metal hood. "Come out, come out, tell my friend who was responsible for this car accident!"

"He maliciously cut me off and changed lanes illegally. Isn't it clear who is responsible? I have a dashcam in my car..." The passenger door of the Lexus sedan opened, and a middle-aged man in a neat suit got out. When Yaksha and Crow saw this man, they were both stunned.

However, the man obviously did not know Yaksha and Crow, or perhaps he did not recognize them. He looked at Crow with a dissatisfied face, and then looked at Yaksha's face which looked extremely terrifying because of the bleeding. The middle-aged man, who was originally indignant, could not help but shrink his neck. It seemed that he was intimidated by the ferocious aura of these two guys for a moment, and forgot his lofty status and identity.

"Mr. Qianxing?" Crow asked the middle-aged man tentatively.

"Ah, I'm Kozenigata Heiji." Tokyo Governor Kozenigata Heiji was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He looked at Crow and then at Yasha. They both looked familiar, but he couldn't remember their names. "Do you two know me? Who are you?"

"They are from the Snake Eight Clan." The woman in the driver's seat pushed open the door and got out. She quickly walked to the front of the Hummer and bowed deeply. "Inuyama Clan, Chiyuki Yuki, greetings to the head of the family."

Seeing Chiyuki Yuki's attitude and title, Kozengata Heiji seemed to realize something. When he saw the young man in a black windbreaker getting out of the back seat of the Hummer, Kozengata Heiji suddenly realized. No wonder he felt that the two troublemakers were familiar, because he had seen them before. Both of them were direct subordinates of Minamoto Chisei, the current head of the Snake Eight Families.

As the governor of Tokyo, Heiji Kozenigata had of course met the head of the underworld family, Minamoto no Chisei, and more than once. Every time they met, Heiji Kozenigata was shocked by the young man's powerful and cold aura.

Although they were not enemies, Heiji Kozenigata could feel the murderous aura from the other party, as if he would be killed by a sword if he said something wrong or did something wrong... Although the governor of Tokyo was higher than the gang leader in terms of popularity and political status, Heiji Kozenigata, who had climbed to this position, was very clear about the huge influence and power that the Yaki Eight Clan actually possessed in Japan.

Although Kozengata Heiji didn't know much about this group of gangsters, the fact that they could place Chiyuki Yuki as his secretary was enough to prove that the gangsters had infiltrated the top levels of the Japanese government, and they were involved in industries such as customs, medical care, construction and even arms... It can be said that the Eight Yaki Families hold the lifeline of the entire Japanese society. Even figures like the Prime Minister or the Emperor would definitely treat the leader of this family as a guest of honor when they meet him.

Kozenegata Heiji's neck, which was not long to begin with, shrank even shorter because Minamoto no Chisei had left such a deep impression on him, especially his eyes. Compared to the all-encompassing head of the previous great family of the Snake Eight Families, Tachibana Munemasa, this sharp young man would make him tremble with fear just by glancing at him.

"You don't need to be so polite outside of the family." Gen Chisei said to Chiyuki Yuki, then looked at Kozenigata Heiji and nodded, "Mr. Kozenigata."

"I'm so sorry!" Zenigata Heiji suddenly bowed deeply to Gennosuke, apologizing with deep fear. "I didn't realize it was the head of the family riding in the car. I frightened you and injured your men. I'm deeply sorry. I'll handle it as soon as possible and compensate you for the damage to your car and your medical expenses!"

Kozenigata Heiji was still nervous. Even though he was the governor of Tokyo, he had to admit his cowardice when facing the patriarch of a gangster family. Didn't he see that his secretary got out of the car and ran to the other party's car, respectfully calling him "the patriarch"... It was just a bow. Kozenigata Heiji felt that if Chiyuki Yuki knelt down to the other party as soon as she got out of the car, he might have to kneel down as well.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. He asked himself, was he really that scary?

"This isn't your fault, Mr. Zenigata. It's my subordinates' fault, and I'm also to blame for being too indulgent with them." Gen Chisheng helped Zenigata Heiji up. "We'll take care of your car. If you're injured, we'll also cover your medical expenses. If you're worried, you can always call the traffic police for an investigation. We can use insurance or settle privately."

Kozengata Heiji was horrified, because what Gen Chisei said sounded like a naked threat to him!

Call the police? Call what police? The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is clearly closer to the Yakihachi clan. Wouldn't calling the police just be a way for them to get help? Settle it privately? What kind of private settlement? Drag me into an alley, shoot me, and then appoint a new Tokyo governor? Is that really necessary? Isn't that a bit too harsh?

But the rumored Japanese underworld families are all such ruthless characters. He had just met Fuma Kotaro, Sakurai Nanami and Minamoto no Chisei not long ago, but at that time they were all seriously injured and busy saving Japan, and no one had time to care about Zenigata Heiji. In that hall of the Meteorological Bureau where many hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, it seemed that he, the governor of Tokyo, was the only waste. Tokyo was saved by these people, and he just gave a few speeches and gained reputation for no reason without doing anything. How could they be happy... Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Zenigata Heiji's forehead.

Seeing the sweat dripping from the face of Zenigata Heiji, Gen Chisheng knew that he had misunderstood. He frowned and looked at Crow and Yasha, whispering a reminder: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Zenigata."

"Sorry for hitting your car." Crow and Yasha hung their heads and said to Zenigata Heiji.

"Be sincere." Yuan Zhisheng's frown deepened. "Don't squeeze the toothpaste. When you apologize, just admit your mistakes and ask for the other party's forgiveness."

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have tried to grab the lane with you, hit your car, and threatened you. I'm willing to take all the responsibility." Crow apologized loudly and bowed to Kozenogata Heiji.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine. You guys seem to be more seriously injured." Zenigata Heiji looked at the crow with a twisted neck and Yasha with a bruised forehead. He asked Gennochio tentatively, "Do you really not need to be taken to the hospital?"

"Yaksha and Crow have both worked their way up from the bottom. Before they joined the clan, they suffered injuries far more severe than this every day." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. "If they had to rush to the hospital for such a minor injury, I don't think they would be able to continue in the clan."

"The patriarch is really strict with his subordinates." Xiao Qianxing Heiji sighed. At this moment, he finally understood that Minamoto no Chisei was not threatening him, but was sincerely apologizing to him.

"It's still a long way off." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slowly. "If it were in the past, I could have cleaned up their messes if they did something stupid, but now they have to stand on their own two feet. They're still a long way off. I'm not confident leaving the family in their hands."

"What does this mean?" Zenigata Heiji was stunned. "Are you retiring? But didn't you just take over not long ago? Besides, you are still so young. Could it be because of the injuries you received in the last disaster..."

"No, I'm fully recovered and in good health." Gen Chisheng shook his head. He said to Zenigata Heiji, "To be honest, I've always had a dream, which is to sell sunscreen on a nude beach in France. I've done a lot of research for this. Now that the family's internal and external troubles have been resolved, I can finally slowly unload the burden on my shoulders and live the life I want."

"Nude beach...sunscreen..." Heiji Kozengata repeated these unfamiliar and incongruous words in a somewhat disorganized manner.

He even suspected that he had heard it wrong, or that Gen Chisheng was playing a trick on him. The patriarch of a Japanese underworld family giving up everything to sell sunscreen on a nude beach in France was simply a fantasy!

How many people have spent their entire lives striving for power and status, only to give it up like that? What kind of woman in Japan wouldn't be able to get a man like him? What could one possibly gain by selling sunscreen on a nude beach? Heiji Kozenigata, who has spent his entire life pursuing political status, simply couldn't comprehend why, when so many underdogs in this world are eager to rise, there are still high-ranking golden dragons yearning for the life of underdogs?

"I'm not kidding. The young master is serious." Crow stood beside Xiao Zenigata Heiji. "The young master mentioned to us a long time ago his idea of ​​selling sunscreen on nude beaches in France. At first, we all thought he was joking and no one took him seriously. But gradually, we noticed that the young master would read foreign magazines and often bought various sunscreens to compare and adjust. Every time he mixed a new sunscreen, he couldn't help but smile. We could all see that it was the young master's heartfelt joy. He really wanted to sell sunscreen in France."

After hearing this, Xiao Zenigata Heiji fell silent. Looking at the profile of Gen Chisheng, he was suddenly not so surprised. Everyone has pure preferences. Some people pursue fame and fortune all their lives for status and power, while some people are tired of intrigue and just want to live a plain life... Xiao Zenigata Heiji could not understand, maybe he just had not reached that level.

"I haven't had the chance to ask, but Mr. Zenigata, why are you visiting Kabukicho tonight?" Minamoto Chisei changed the subject.

"Takama-ga-hara performed exceptionally well during the disaster a week ago. After unanimous deliberation, we've decided to award it the title of Tokyo's Model Business this year," said Heiji Kozengata. "Even though Takama-ga-hara is a nightclub, there's a Chinese saying that goes, 'A hero's origins are not judged.' Takama-ga-hara's dedication to protecting their customers is truly admirable. Hasn't Takama-ga-hara reopened? I'm here tonight to meet with the manager."

"Have you received the invitation?" asked the crow.

"Invitation?" Zenigata Heiji was stunned. "What invitation?"

"You came here without an invitation." Crow rolled his eyes. "From the looks of it, you probably didn't buy a ticket either. You came at a really bad time. Without an invitation and a ticket, you can't get into Takama-ga-hara tonight."

Chapter 747 Flower Arrangement Night

Heiji Kozenigata was stunned. Before tonight, he had heard that Takama-ga-hara was extremely popular and tickets were hard to come by. After all, this matter was widely spread throughout Tokyo.

But Zenigata Heiji never expected that Takama-ga-hara would be so popular tonight. Normally, when the governor of Tokyo came in person to discuss matters concerning Tokyo's model merchants, not only would there be loud drums and gongs and firecrackers, but which store would not open its doors early and would almost roll out a hundred-meter-long red carpet to welcome them? But now, hearing what Wu Yao said, it seemed that he might not even be able to enter the gate of Takama-ga-hara?

"Is it really that exaggerated?" asked Heiji Kozenigata as if seeking confirmation.

"Is it really that exaggerated? Mr. Zenigata is truly naive." Crow's expression was a bit strange. "The entire socialite community in Tokyo has been shaken. The degree of madness women can go is unimaginable, especially those who are rich and powerful but haven't had the pleasure of a man for a long time. Such women are most likely to do stupid things, and when stupid women go crazy, they are much more frightening than men."

Kozengata Heiji was stunned because he suddenly realized something. Some time ago, his wife always went out late at night, under the pretext of playing mahjong with a group of sisters including Chiyo, but every night when she went out, his wife was heavily made up and dressed up.

Heiji Kozenigata tentatively called Ms. Chiyo's husband and the husbands of other socialites, and the answers he got were the same as the reasons given by his wife... Ms. Chiyo and the other women also told their husbands that they went out to play mahjong, but Heiji Kozenigata checked his wife's account and found that the money in the account was getting less and less. He asked other people and they all said that his wife lost money every night.

Four people are playing mahjong, but the result is that all four of them lose money. So who is winning?

Thinking of this, Heiji Kozengata's face suddenly turned ugly. He suddenly realized something and felt that he had to go to Takama-ga-hara tonight.

"I was wondering if the store manager of Takama-ga-hara was really rude. He invited people from the family and Kassel Academy, but didn't he also send an invitation to the governor?" Crow spoke up for Kozengata Heiji.

"You are stupid. The governor is a man. Which male escort club would invite men to participate in its activities, let alone high-ranking government officials?" Yaksha seized the opportunity to complain about Crow.

"Whether to go or not is one thing, but whether to invite or not is another. How can a simple-minded and strong-limbed guy like you understand the social etiquette in the business and government circles?" Crow rolled his eyes. "Besides, how would the manager of Takama-ga-hara know if the governor has any special fetishes, or if he likes the kind of food they serve? If I were the manager of Takama-ga-hara, I'd send a copy to all the high-ranking officials in the Tokyo government. Whether they come or not is their business, but at least I have to show my sincerity."

Kozenigata Heiji was a little embarrassed. Of course, he could hear that there was no intention of mocking him in the words of Crow and Yasha, but Kozenigata Heiji had previously made friends with either political dignitaries or business elites. The communication between people was so polite as if there was a layer of membrane between them. Hearing such direct and... vulgar words out of the blue, Kozenigata Heiji didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Be careful how you speak to the governor." Gen Chisheng couldn't bear it any longer and coughed twice to remind Crow and Yasha. He then said to Kozenigata Heiji, "Mr. Kozenigata, we received this invitation because the star of tonight's farewell performance is our friend. A place like a nightclub wouldn't openly send invitations to confidential government officials, but we're gangsters, so it doesn't matter. If you find it awkward, why not come with us backstage? There's no limit on the number of people who can attend this invitation."

Zenigata Heiji was embarrassed for a while, and finally he turned his head to look at his secretary Chiyuki Yuki. After the latter nodded to him, Zenigata Heiji sighed and said to Minamoto Chisei, "Then I'll trouble you, headmaster."

Genno nodded, called the Metropolitan Police Department and asked them to deal with the two cars that collided, then led everyone to walk towards the back door of Takama-ga-hara. Kozenigata Heiji and Chiyuki Yuki also joined Genno's team.

Genno Chisheng didn't know what was in mind when Kozenigata Heiji insisted on going to Takama-ga-hara, but Genno Chisheng thought that even the governor of Tokyo came to show his support this time. If there were more media friends present in Takama-ga-hara today and took pictures of this scene, Caesar and the others would probably become famous throughout Japan.

This can be regarded as a good ending. After all, who could have imagined that the three popular rising stars of gigolos were actually three of the most outstanding young dragon slayers of the new generation? They deserve to be admired and praised, not only by the socialites of Tokyo, but by all the citizens of Tokyo, because they saved this precarious city and even saved the world.

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The entire first floor of Takama-ga-hara was packed.

Women, beautiful women, all of them, they were heavily made up and dressed up gorgeously, as if they were invited to a beauty pageant... But no economic company in Tokyo or even in the whole of Japan could have such appeal, because most of these women were either rich or noble. Some of them were even the behind-the-scenes bosses or shareholders of economic companies or modeling agencies. These wealthy and high-status women certainly did not need to show up in person to participate in any beauty pageant.