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

There is only one reason to gather such a large number of women in one room and let them dress up...that is men.

This is a gigolo club. Logically speaking, the least scarce thing in a gigolo club should be men, let alone a large gigolo club like Takama-ga-hara. But even if all the gigolos in the club come out, plus all the waiters, it is still not enough for these women to share. In fact, this situation of more wolves than meat often occurs in Takama-ga-hara, but the situation tonight is special. In order to avoid chaos and accidents, the gigolos in Takama-ga-hara will only appear as performers in the first half of the night, and the guests are the audience. The only way for the gigolos to come into contact with the guests is interaction.

The waiters couldn't navigate through such a congested crowd, so the service of ordering wine and fruit plates was cancelled tonight. All wine and fruit were self-service. The guests had already grabbed tickets online, and they didn't need to spend any more money after entering with their tickets... 48,888 yen, equivalent to about 2,500 yuan. The ticket price tonight was neither cheap nor expensive. Even if Takama-ga-hara sold 500 tickets at this price, it would still be a loss-making business in terms of turnover, because the cost of the wine alone was more than this price tonight. Takama-ga-hara didn't hesitate to move out all the wine in its collection tonight, not to mention the costs of food, labor, stage construction, etc.

But in the long run, tonight's investment is definitely worth it. If money can be exchanged for popularity, I believe every nightclub will do its best to spend money, because high popularity will definitely bring exponential returns... and Takama-ga-hara is more crowded than ever tonight, which proves that the returns from Takama-ga-hara in the future will definitely be unprecedentedly generous, provided that everything goes smoothly tonight and no accidents occur.

Because the entrance time was advanced but the performance went on as usual, the women who entered early would greet their acquaintances after getting some wine at the buffet area, and would gather in groups of three or four to chat. Those whose families were in business would talk about how much money their husbands or fathers had made in the past few months and how many nice cars they had bought; those whose families were in politics would talk about what achievements their fathers or husbands had made in the political arena and how brilliant their future careers would be; and the nouveau riche would show off their jewels and gems, telling everyone they had snatched up what precious limited edition jewelry they had, with an attitude of "I have nothing but money"... However, what the women talked about the most was the guests performing tonight.

The names of other gigolos were occasionally mentioned, and the mysterious special guests also aroused people's curiosity, but the most discussed ones were of course the highly anticipated Basara King, Ukyo Tachibana, and Sakura.

Time passed by minute by minute, and gradually, impatience began to spread among the crowd again. These women were of noble status, and accordingly, their time was also precious. They all came to watch the gigolo performance, and no one wanted to waste time chatting endlessly with a group of same-sex people. After the topic was finished, the atmosphere was very dry, and the rest was just pretense... Waiting for the beloved men was certainly worth it, but they had waited too long. Since learning the news that Basara and his three men had retired, no one could sleep. These women were almost having nervous breakdowns. Now they were living under the same roof with Basara and his men but still couldn't see each other. The women felt like there were ten thousand ants crawling on their bodies, and enduring one more minute would be torture and torment.

"These are the women who fall in love. They're like cats in heat, flirting and posing. You can smell their pungent scent from a long way off." On the third-floor terrace of Takama-ga-hara, a woman stood by the railing, looking down at the socialites on the ground floor. With a slightly disdainful but earnest tone, she said to the woman beside her, "Potato Chips, don't be as foolish as them when you're in love next time."

"I understand, I understand. There's no such thing as spending money and then licking a man's ass. The one who spends money is the boss, and those men should be licking me." The other girl nodded, but she added softly, "Unless he's so handsome that it's unjust."

These two women are the bosses behind Takama-ga-hara, Shude Mai and Su Enxi.

Tonight, both Jiude Mai and Su Enxi were dressed up... Actually, it can't be said that they were attending, but they both looked well dressed. Jiude Mai wore a black leather jacket and leather miniskirt, a joint model of Balenciaga, and the high heels with orange spikes on her feet were custom-made by Valentino. She was already tall and looked as straight as an international supermodel who had just come down from the catwalk.

Although Su Enxi does not have the tall stature and devilish figure of Jude Mai, her aura is no less than that of Jude Mai. Su Enxi is the kind of woman who exudes a queen-like style when she is serious. She is wearing a pearl white one-shoulder dress tonight, and the Dior sleeves make her arms look fat-free. Su Enxi's weight loss effect in recent days is very significant. She is wearing a pair of Chanel high heels that make her legs look slender and straight... At this moment, Su Enxi looks like a real socialite. Compared with her, those women in Tokyo's upper class are just a bunch of vulgar women, so weak.

Of course, Jude Mai and Su Enxi dressed up not to compete with the women on the first floor, nor did they expect to win the favor of any gigolo. The entire Takama-ga-hara shop belonged to them, and most of the expenses in Takama-ga-hara tonight were charged to Su Enxi's account. But both women had their own pride in their hearts. As the behind-the-scenes boss of a popular gigolo shop, their aura naturally could not be suppressed by the customers.

"Where's Sanwu?" Su Enxi asked Jiude Mai, "I wanted to see what our real queen is wearing tonight, but I don't seem to have seen Sanwu tonight."

"Oh, Sanwu said she's staying with the people from Kassel Academy tonight. Otherwise, she'd be easily suspected if she always acts alone," Jiude Mai said. "Lu Mingfei and the others don't have the time to cover for her tonight. They're all busy tonight. Angers and the vice-principal are both in Japan. Of course, Sanwu has to maintain her image as a good girl at Kassel Academy."

"Speaking of which, is it really okay for us to invite Ange in as well? Isn't that too risky?" Su Enxi said with some concern. "He's the strongest dragon slayer in the world, after all. The old guy's senses are quite sharp. Is there any chance he'll be exposed?"

"What's there to expose? This is just an ordinary host parlor, and we're just two ordinary host parlor owners." Jude Mai shrugged. "We're not dragons, nor are we high-risk hybrids. Why would Ange pick on us? Just because we're a hybrid they don't have on their books? Ange and Kassel Academy don't have the power to cover up everything."

"I'm not a combatant anyway, so why should you and Sanwu clean up any mess?" Su Enxi said indifferently, "One more question, who invited that old guy here?"

Su Enxi pointed to a place on the second floor. Unlike the women on the first floor, there was actually a group of men gathered there... and they were a group of otakus who could be recognized at a glance. The leader of the otakus was an old man wearing a worn denim jacket.

In name, all the guests at Takama-ga-hara tonight are the same, with no distinction between ordinary guests and VIPs, but in fact, the second floor tonight is Takama-ga-hara's hidden VIP area. The guests on the second floor are all heroes who have contributed to the incident against Herzog. Everyone is basically an acquaintance, and the majority of them are probably from the Snake Eight Families and Kassel Academy. Only those with invitations are qualified to come to the second floor.

Each invitation was sent by Su Enxi in the name of the Takama-ga-hara store manager. There was no specific invitee, and there was no upper limit on the number of people that could be brought.

Chapter 748 Flower Arrangement Night 2

But the number of invitations Su Enxi sent was limited. Although they were not signed, she remembered clearly the recipients of each one.

"Don't look at me, it definitely wasn't me. I never took care of the invitation at all." Jiude Mai spread her hands.

"I was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble tonight, so I deliberately didn't send this old guy an invitation." Su Enxi frowned slightly, "But he still managed to sneak in."

"This is perfectly normal. The vice-principal and Pompey are of the same kind, but they're not the same breed. Pompey only preys on women he's interested in, while the vice-principal goes wherever there are women, especially beautiful women with hot bodies." Jude Mai said, "Where are the most beautiful women in Tokyo tonight? Of course, Takama-ga-hara."

"This old guy is quite good at using reverse thinking. Women come to Takama-ga-hara to spend money to pick up gigolos, and he comes to Takama-ga-hara to look at women." Su Enxi was furious.

"I don't remember seeing a sentence in any movie. It says that wherever there are women in this world, there are two kinds of people who are very smart. One is the pervert, and the other is the old pervert." Demai threw out two philosophical sentences, and she said calmly, "It's probably the old guy who shamelessly asked which of the eight Sheqi family members wanted the invitation."

"That's the downside of having unlimited invitations. One invitation is enough for any number of people, and the extra ones are given to others. There's no way to control how many people they bring in. Didn't the old guy bring all the geeks from their academy's equipment department in here? The first floor is the venue for the gigolo club, and the second floor has been turned into a concentration camp for losers." Jude Mai said lightly, not forgetting to stab Su Enxi in the chest. "I just heard those losers ask the waiter at Takama-ga-hara if this restaurant can help them order fried chicken, burgers, and Coke for takeout."

Su Enxi was so upset that she was completely speechless. Some people actually came to a male escort club just to eat hamburgers and drink Coke. What’s the difference between this and the idiots who bought expensive tickets to go to the Victoria’s Secret show to see the lingerie styles?

Su Enxi took a deep breath and resisted the urge to throw these otakus out. She picked up the intercom and told the person in charge on the second floor to buy some fried chicken, burgers and cola and deliver them to the group of the most loser and craziest-looking men on the second floor. Then she told them to be low-key when eating and drinking and not to treat the celebration of the male escort club as an otaku carnival party.

Su Enxi sighed after taking the walkie-talkie. She pinched her temples with her fingertips. Su Enxi felt tired for no reason. Although she was not a combatant and did not participate in the battle with the corpse guard frenzy and Herzog, she has always been the most powerful guarantee for logistics. Matters other than combat are basically handled by her... This girl who can easily manipulate the global economic market with a snap of her fingers inexplicably feels that organizing a party for a male host club is more energy-consuming than killing a dragon king.

"By the way, have you found all the reporters for potato chips?" Jiude Mai suddenly remembered and asked Su Enxi.

"I remember, I remember. Do you think I would forget something so important?" Su Enxi rolled her eyes. She pointed at the crowd on the first and second floors. "They're all professionals. They're good at posing, taking candid photos, and everything in between. They're all professional-level. I've recruited the best of the best from fashion magazines, news media, and unscrupulous paparazzi. How could I be unreliable?"

"The reporters you found are all women." Jiude Mai suddenly realized.

Mai Jude had thought from the beginning that with such a grand occasion like the celebration in Takama-ga-hara, there would surely be reporters scrambling to get in. She and Su Enxi had even discussed that if the reporters couldn't get tickets, Su Enxi would spend money to invite a group of high-quality media friends... But Mai Jude looked around for a long time and didn't even see a man carrying a camera.

It turns out that the reporters Su Enxi invited were all women. No wonder, because Takama-ga-hara is not short of women tonight. Today's camera technology is advanced, with hidden cameras, micro probes, and pinhole cameras. It is impossible for female reporters carrying such inconspicuous equipment to be discovered among hundreds of women.

The first floor became extremely noisy, and the women's impatience had reached its peak. This was the disadvantage of entering the venue early. If they entered the venue and started the celebration on time, those impatient women who had been waiting in the rain would be able to immediately be baptized by the gigolo performance when they walked into Takama-ga-hara. Of course, they would feel happy after the rain and have nothing to complain about. However, if they were invited into Takama-ga-hara and the show did not start for a long time, these women would only feel that Takama-ga-hara had been leaving them out and that they were being neglected.

After all, the pampered Tokyo socialites are not like the otakus in the equipment department who can be easily satisfied with some drinks and food. They would not be interested even if there was an unlimited supply of fine wine and expensive fruits beside them... Men, at this moment, only high-quality men can fill the emptiness in their hearts.

"It should be about time to start, right?" Jiude Mai asked Su Enxi, "If we delay any longer, these women will go crazy, right? And then it might even backfire."

"How could I not have thought of all this?" Su Enxi said softly, then immediately corrected herself, "No... Long Legs, of course that guy had thought of all the things you mentioned. After all, he's the man in Tokyo who understands women's minds best!"

The women's exclamations and screams rang out one after another, because Takama-ga-hara suddenly became dark, and the lights from the fourth floor to the first floor went out one after another.

A spotlight shone down from the dome of Takama-ga-hara towards the door. Everyone in Takama-ga-hara looked at it and saw a single white circle of light at the door in the darkness. A burly man in a tuxedo stood in the circle of light.

The man had long gray-brown hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and a mask of a blond ancient Greek man on his face. The lining of his chest was slightly open, revealing his full and strong pectoral muscles. He looked mysterious and a little funny.

The man produced a microphone from somewhere, and after spinning it around in his hand for a few dizzying seconds, it slipped to his lips. At the same time, the man's eyes from under the mask glanced around at everyone in Takama-ga-hara.

"Ladies, are you happy tonight?" a man wearing a Greek blond male mask shouted while holding a microphone.

However, the whole place was silent. Everyone stared blankly towards the door, looking at the man who appeared in a strange appearance as if they were looking at a mentally ill fool.

Of course, no one answered him. The women had been waiting for ages, now fed up with the topic of conversation. Hundreds of women gathered together, chattering like hundreds of sparrows, making everyone irritated. Everyone was eager to see their favorite gigolo, or at least have some entertainment to cheer them up. Now, out of nowhere, a strange man appeared and asked such a strange, nonsensical question... Are you still happy? Not at all!

"Potato chips..." Jude Mai silently looked at the idiot on the third floor. Her voice sounded slightly numb. "Is this the guy you mentioned... the man who understands women's minds best in all of Tokyo?"

Three dark lines appeared on Su Enxi's forehead, and her expression became visibly ugly: "I knew it would be unreliable to leave the opening ceremony to this guy!"

The atmosphere in Takama-ga-hara suddenly reached a freezing point. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, no one knowing the role of this man who had suddenly appeared at the doorway... surely he wasn't the host for today? If Takama-ga-hara had hired such a poorly qualified host, then after seeing their favorite gigolo, they would be demanding a refund and compensation for emotional distress.

"Yes, that's the reaction, exactly what I expected." The man wearing the blond Greek mask seemed oblivious to the awkward atmosphere in the crowd. He continued to speak to himself, "After all, we haven't even started yet. If you're happy like this, you're too easily satisfied. Takama-ga-hara tonight is destined to be paradise. Guests who can be dismissed with just a little wine and fruit don't deserve to participate in the upcoming revelry."

The man's tone was extremely arrogant. It didn't sound like something a service-oriented host club would say to its customers. Tokyo's socialites were a group of self-proclaimed proud women, and as they looked at the man wearing the blond Greek male mask, anger flashed in their eyes.

But the man seemed completely unaware of the crowd's displeasure with him. He walked as if no one was around, his shiny leather shoes tapping out rhythmic dance steps.

The crowd near the man were all stunned, because the way he danced seemed to have changed. When he first appeared on the stage, he looked like a silly fool, but as he took a step, he seemed to instantly turn into an elegant gentleman. There was no music and no drumbeats, and Takama-ga-hara was silent. Only the man's heels stepped on the high-end wooden floor of Takama-ga-hara, making the magical beat sound. The hem of his tuxedo really danced like a swallow's tail, and the wind blew into the slightly open shirt on the man's chest, making his heaving chest muscles look full and powerful.

The aura emanating from this man at this moment could actually be described as graceful and elegant… He squeezed into the crowd with dancing steps, and the crowd automatically made way for him, just like a hard ice skate cutting straight into the water. The man walked selflessly into the depths of the crowd, his steps elegant and his temperament aloof. The wind he raised when he walked lifted the girls' skirts, and the red, white and sky blue skirts danced like flying birds.

"It's fake, right? Is this still that idiot?" Jude Mai couldn't help but widen her eyes. She looked at the handsome man on the first floor, moving among the crowd, her eyes full of disbelief. "Are you sure he didn't switch with Caesar? Or is it someone else? Is the idiot we know capable of this?"

"It's that idiot, absolutely." Su Enxi nodded in confirmation. "He mentioned to me before that he could dance. At first, I didn't believe he had any special skills, but after he performed in front of the store manager, he was amazed. He said he used to think he was just a flower school with rich theoretical experience, but his practical skills were far behind Basara King, Ukyo Tachibana, and Sakura. But later he discovered that he was the real hidden talent."

"There should be quite a few gigolos who can dance in Takama-ga-hara, right?" asked Shude Mai.

"Yeah, that's why the manager was so surprised. Even he, who has seen countless men, couldn't find any fault with the dancing skills this guy displayed." Su Enxi sighed. "The manager asked him why he didn't show off his talent sooner. If he had, maybe he could have been promoted from trainee gigolo to official gigolo in just two or three days. This guy retorted, saying, 'Haven't you heard the Chinese saying that a real person doesn't show his true face, and those who show his true face are not real?' He wanted to give the most amazing performance in the most amazing occasion to shock everyone. The manager was so impressed that he immediately cleared out a precious free time slot tonight for this guy to perform."

"No wonder, when I saw this guy's name on the guest list tonight, I thought it was written wrong." Jude Mai nodded. She was still a little bit in disbelief, finding it difficult to match that elegant man with the idiot in her impression.

The man wearing a blond Greek male mask passed through the crowd and jumped onto the stage directly in front of Takamagahara. The only spotlight in Takamagahara followed him to the stage, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

There was no more contempt or dissatisfaction. Just the artistic steps this man had just taken were enough to impress everyone... Just when everyone was expecting the man to give a more wonderful performance, his stupid side was exposed again.

"No applause or screams." The man scratched the back of his head. "I thought there would be at least two roses thrown onto the stage."

Su Enxi on the third floor couldn't stand it anymore. She growled into the intercom, "Stop talking nonsense and start the show."

"Oh, I see." The man tapped the invisible headset in his ear, but his voice had already spread throughout Takama-ga-hara through the microphone.

Su Enxi squeezed the walkie-talkie so hard that it creaked.

"It doesn't matter if there's no applause or flowers. That was just a small warm-up. What's coming next is the main event," said the man wearing a blond Greek mask. "Before the official opening, there's an Easter egg. Why don't you all guess who I am?"

The man nodded at his mask, meaning that everyone should guess what his face was underneath.

The atmosphere in the venue instantly dropped to freezing point. How could this be called an Easter egg? It was completely boring. Everyone was spending their precious time watching the cowherd's performance, not trying to guess what kind of stupid face was hidden under a stupid mask.

"Asshole, is this the line in the host script? Who told you to add unnecessary details!" Su Enxi roared into the intercom, and Jiude Mai felt that she wanted to crush the intercom.

But the man's next words stunned Su Enxi and all the guests.

"I'm sorry, the script has too many lines. I can't remember them all." The man took off his invisible headset and threw it out along with Su Enxi's roar. He looked around at everyone and said, "Maybe you don't care who I am, but I do, so I designed this opening Easter egg."

Chapter 749 Flower Arrangement Night 3

"Maybe you don't care who I am, but I do. Tonight is my farewell performance, and who wouldn't want to create unforgettable memories of this unforgettable night?" The man in the blond Greek mask smiled. "Just guessing my identity is boring, of course, but I said, this is a menu Easter egg, and Easter eggs are supposed to bring unexpected surprises."

"A kiss! The first guest who guesses my name correctly will receive a kiss... Of course, this kiss isn't mine." The man clapped his hands softly. "Any of our Takama-ga-hara's gigolos... The guest who wins the Easter egg has the right to choose any of our Takama-ga-hara's gigolos and imprint their kiss on his face!"

As he spoke, the man took out a few photos from his pocket and held them high above his head. At the same time, the big screen on the stage behind the man lit up, and the photos in the man's hand were magnified a hundred times and projected onto the screen behind him.

In just a moment, all the guests in Takama-ga-hara were in an uproar because of the reward given by the man and the photos in the man's hand... Among them, the three people in the front were Basara King, Ukyo Tachibana and Sakura, and people even saw Kazama Ruri's face among them!

Who doesn't want to kiss their favorite gigolo, especially at this farewell ceremony tonight which is full of special significance. Almost everyone comes here for Basara King, Ukyo and Sakura, but there are too many guests tonight, and there are only three popular ones. Moreover, the gigolos in Takama-ga-hara will only appear for performance and will hardly have any contact with the guests... and the prize of a kiss is thrown out at the beginning, how can the crowd not go crazy!

"The kissing photo will be printed and posted on Takama-ga-hara's wall of honor!" The man once again dropped a shocking piece of news.

The crowd was completely unable to remain calm because the popularity of the gigolos was so high that the kiss on the farewell night was printed into a photo for permanent record and display. This was an honor that could not be bought with any amount of money in the past!

"Damn it, damn it!" Su Enxi on the third floor could no longer maintain her composure. She wanted to jump down and kick that damned guy off the stage. "Who allowed him to make such a promise? Who allowed him to make such a promise? This is not even in the host's procedures. Why don't you follow the procedures? Why don't you follow the procedures?!"

"Although this guy doesn't play by the rules, things are still under control." Jiude Mai patted Su Enxi's shoulder, "Don't be impulsive, potato chips, let's wait and see."

The women all rushed towards the stage frantically, wanting to take a closer look at the man's face under the mask. At this moment, they were all curious about the man's identity... because the reward was too tempting and unique, which made it even more precious. After all, everyone wanted to be the most dazzling one in this extraordinary night.

"Basara King!" a woman jumped up and answered, "You're the Basara King, right? Your figure is very similar to Basara, and you dance so gracefully!"

"He's not the Basara King! Do you really understand Basara? Their voices are completely different!" A woman stood up to refute. "Besides, Basara is not that clumsy. He is half a head taller than Basara and as big as a bear!"

"Is he the store manager?" someone asked the man on the stage. "Is he the manager of Takama-ga-hara? I remember he was this big and strong, and he could dance!"

This statement has received a lot of support. After all, no one has seen the store manager's face under the sunglasses, and the store manager of Takama-ga-hara is a funny person. It is quite reasonable for the store manager to host the opening of the Takama-ga-hara Festival Night.

"No, how could it be the store manager? How can a store manager be that young!" someone objected. "Besides, the store manager is bald, and this guy has hair, very thick. I saw it up close just now, and it doesn't look like a wig."

The girl narrowed down the clues a lot by looking at the gigolo with thick long gray-brown hair. But if the store manager Takama-ga-hara heard this here, he would definitely be in tears... He just has a bald head, but he is not bald!

"Is that Heracles?" A voice finally rose from the crowd. "The burly man with long gray hair, that's Heracles, right?"

Heracles... Most of the guests present were unfamiliar with this name, because Heracles was not a popular gigolo, nor a veteran one, but just an apprentice gigolo. Moreover, before the disaster, he had only joined Takamaga-hara for a week and had not even started his debut show. He had been doing the same job as a waiter. Under the shining light of the three bright new stars, Basara King, Ukyo Tachibana and Sakura, an unknown apprentice gigolo seemed even more inconspicuous.

But finally someone recognized him. The man on the stage laughed loudly. The moment his name was called, he waved his hand and took off the mask on his face, as if he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time... revealing a face that was somewhere between mean and handsome.

"That's right, Heracles. I didn't expect someone to remember me. I was guessed so quickly. It seems I'm quite popular!" Finkel smoothed a strand of hair from his forehead. "Who's the lucky winner tonight? Which angel called out my name? Who's your favorite gigolo? When he appears, you can kiss his face in front of everyone. I'll take your picture myself. My photography skills are top-notch!"

"It's you, it's you, Heracles!" Someone in the crowd raised her hands, her voice filled with undisguised excitement. "No, it's me! I got it right, I'm the lucky one!"

Everyone turned their heads to look. It was a middle-aged girl in the crowd… Actually, it wasn’t quite right to call her a middle-aged woman, because this woman looked a bit “old” compared to all the beautiful girls in Takama-ga-hara. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were like fishtails, her skin was not as smooth and delicate as those of young girls, and her figure was a little out of shape, but she was well maintained and looked to be only about forty years old.

The woman looked very excited and even spoke incoherently, but no one laughed at her because she had guessed the identity of the host on the stage and got the chance to kiss her favorite gigolo, becoming the first lucky person to stand out tonight. How enviable! If it were someone else, they might be even more excited and out of control than she was... and few people dared to laugh at her because the woman's status was also distinguished among the socialites tonight.

Ms. Hisako Fukui, Managing Director of Mitsui & Co., Ltd., a Fortune 500 company.

Finkel on the stage was stunned. His face looked unhappy. He didn't expect that among so many people tonight, it was Ms. Fukui who recognized him... But this was reasonable, because Ms. Fukui was one of the customers who knew him best in this store. This woman often patronized Finkel's business and always said that Finkel was very similar to her dead German husband.

If it were in the past, if there was such a rich woman willing to spend money on him, Fingel would certainly be grinning from ear to ear, but this time it was different, Ms. Fukui was serious... Several times, Ms. Fukui got drunk and took advantage of the alcohol to intentionally or unintentionally suggest to Fingel that he stop being a gigolo here and leave with her. These words scared Fingel so much that he repeatedly declined, saying that he was really not worthy of such an elegant woman like Ms. Fukui, that he looked so rough that he was not even qualified to be a gigolo, and that he was old enough to be Ms. Fukui's son.

In this way, Finkel became Ms. Fukui's godson. In fact, he had more than one godmother, because the women who often patronized his business were old enough to be his mother, but Ms. Fukui was the one who gave Finkel the most headaches.

Finkel knew better than any of the women present that Ms. Fukui was not speaking incoherently at all. Her first reaction was to shout "It's you" and "Heracles's name" because the person she had designated to kiss was herself.

Damn it, he originally wanted to liven up the atmosphere and trick Caesar Chu Zihang or Lu Mingfei at the same time, because Finkel felt that with their popularity, the girls who came tonight would most likely choose one of them. Anyway, he had already made the promise on their behalf, and he was looking forward to seeing their embarrassed look when the time comes... Of course, the paparazzi would like to watch the fun and make trouble. By then, Finkel would have something to hold against one of them, no matter if he was the president of the Student Union, the president of the Lionheart Club, or the only "S" level in the academy. The gossip about the three of them would be very valuable.

But who knew that Ms. Fukui would appear unexpectedly. Finkel had no idea that this woman had grabbed the tickets for tonight. If he had known earlier, he would have changed the question. Unexpectedly, he failed to trick Caesar, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, and ended up tricking himself.

"Ms. Fukui, it turns out you've won the jackpot today," Finkel said quickly, reacting quickly. "Come to think of it, Ms. Fukui is also a regular customer of mine. No wonder she recognized me even with the mask on. Thank you so much! However, everyone's time is precious, so the reward won't be given away until all the activities in Takama-ga-hara are over today. Then Ms. Fukui will choose the person she likes, and everyone will witness it together."

No one had reacted yet, and no one realized that the gigolo chosen by the auxiliary police girl was Fingel on the stage. Fingel spoke at a rapid speed like a machine gun and ended the show early... The longer it could be delayed, the better. Otherwise, he would let Ms. Fukui run up to the stage and bite him in the face. How would he continue to be the host?

"Long legs, don't stop me later." Su Enxi on the third floor stared at Finger on the first floor stage. Anger danced in her eyes as she practically squeezed out these words through her teeth, "I'm going to beat him up until he's paralyzed!"

"Isn't it pretty good?" Jiude Mai suddenly said.

"What do you mean 'pretty good'?" Su Enxi was stunned, confused by Jiude Mai's sudden words.

"I mean, this guy handled it pretty well, didn't he?" Jude Mai said. "He reacted quickly, and he's smart enough too. The guests were getting impatient waiting for so long, and a conventional opening would have easily been dull. If the opening was dull, the rest of the show would probably have been affected. But this guy made a very cool entrance, turning the guests' impatience with Takama-ga-hara into dissatisfaction with himself. Then, he immediately used a little Easter egg to dispel the guests' dissatisfaction with him, creating a contrast that stirred all the guests' emotions and made everyone remember him, a previously unknown apprentice gigolo. Isn't this a very successful opening?"

"Really?" Su Enxi frowned slightly, half believing it and half doubting it. "Is this guy really that smart?"

"Just keep looking down." Jude Mai shrugged.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by Finkel on the stage, no one noticed that a shadow was hidden in the ceiling of Takama-ga-hara, slowly descending from a height of several floors and approaching the crowd silently.

"That was just a small Easter egg at the beginning, definitely not the highlight of today's celebration. I'm just a small supporting role, definitely not the protagonist of today's celebration." Finkel said, "I know that besides the boys of us Takama-ga-hara, you have been looking forward to someone. You must be wondering why he hasn't appeared yet, but in fact, he has already appeared and is near you."

As expected of the Minister of the News Department of Kassel College, Finkel was a master at creating suspense. His words set the crowd ablaze with discussion, and everyone looked around for the person he was talking about... Finkel's description was very clear, and everyone guessed who it was. A man with such a burly physique should be very conspicuous standing among a group of women, not to mention a striking bald head, but no one found a burly bald head.

Suddenly, at some point, someone exclaimed, "There's someone above us!"

Almost at the same time, everyone looked up, and then bursts of exclamations were heard... It was a dark and burly figure, above the crowd and close to the stage. He was hidden behind the spotlight and so was difficult to spot. If it weren't for the slightly reflective bald head, no one would have noticed him at all.

"What a great eye! Unfortunately, this isn't an Easter egg, and there's no reward for the first person to spot it." Finkel raised the microphone and shouted enthusiastically, "Please welcome tonight's big shot, our Takama-ga-hara store manager!"