Feast of villains

Many Tokyoites have settled in Shin-Yokohama.

As far as Nance knows, there are no less than ten large companies run by Tokyoites. However, the only underworld organization that Tokyoites gather together seems to be the Inagawa Society. Could Kylena be trained by this underworld organization?

Where is the killer?

Nance made up his mind to find a dark and closed room to question the secretary!

The psychedelic lights stirred up boiling desire. A dancer with voluptuous smoky makeup asked Susha: "So, are you tired of Mr. Adel?"

"Who says it isn't?" Susha grinned widely and stretched out a finger to scratch her cheek, "It's so frustrating for a young boy like this. It was fine at first and bearable, but it won't take long.

I'm just tired. Which one of you wants to take over?"

Next to him, a woman in her forties, dressed as a lady, took out her wallet and said, "Make a price and transfer all his information to me."

The dancer's laughter rose an octave, and she hugged Susha's shoulders and shouted: "It's miserable. A forty-year-old married woman like Mrs. Anne is the hungriest. If she can seize the young, healthy and delicious

She will definitely take good care of the boy. A situation like 'Thank you for the hospitality. Looking forward to seeing you next time' will never happen. On the other hand, 'I want more, and I won't be allowed to get out of bed again' is more like it."

"It's none of my business. It's not like I'm being squeezed dry anyway." Susha tilted her head slightly and looked at Mrs. Anne, smiling: "10,000 pence, I'll give you all the information."

Mrs. Anne readily paid.

Susha's hand was just about to take the money.

However, her wrist was grabbed by another hand, and Nance's voice sounded behind her ears.

"Sold me for ten thousand pennies?"

Miss Su rolled her eyes: "Why did you come so fast?"

Nance ignored her, but looked at the women present, with a warm smile that made many people blush and heartbeat. Under the light, his dignified nose appeared like a paper-cut outline in the mist of dry ice.

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Even Susha, who thought he was hateful in her heart, could not help but be impressed by his handsome appearance at this moment.

He is not suitable for appearing in noisy bars.

Relatively speaking, the aristocratic banquet in the palace is the stage that can better show his style.

"Everyone, I'm sorry." Nance smiled and said to these shameless women, "I will not separate from Susha. Please stop discussing this matter."

Several strings of [Jealousy 1] data floated out.

Susha's face felt hot.

I was angry because the money I got was gone, and I was disgusted by what he said.

"He's very jealous. Let's talk about this next time." She hurriedly said something to the women, grabbed Nance's arm and walked out without any explanation, complaining in a low voice as she walked, "You're just talking nonsense."

What, really! Even if you are not afraid of embarrassment, I am!"

"I don't think you are someone who is afraid of embarrassment." Nance said truthfully.

Susha turned back to glare at him, then shook her head slightly, with an expression like "I'm so unlucky to know you."

Nance continued: "As a qualified secretary, you must be prepared to be a tool at any time."

"That's so verbose!"

Susha raised her hand and punched him on the shoulder.

Seeing Nance's indifferent expression, she angrily picked up the wine bottle in her hand and poured several sips of whiskey into the mouth of the bottle.

The few strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead trembled slightly as she swallowed.

After drinking a lot of wine, she looked slightly tipsy and showed fresh life... No, she must be in a state of alcoholic madness.

"Sister, I'll take you to a more exciting place."

Half pushing and half pulling, she took Nance away from the bar on the thirteenth floor and took the stairs up to the boxing gym on the fourteenth floor.

The high concrete platform went down step by step, and the seats were crowded with people. Everyone was waving the betting tickets in their hands and shouting at the top of their lungs.

The steps going down on all four sides formed a ring in the center, where two boxers were fighting hard.

The holographic images of the battle shimmered and changed in the space above the arena.

"Don't just watch." Susha kicked Nance's heels and pointed to the food stalls outside the venue, "This is almost over, go buy some food for your sister."

"Just wait here and don't run around."

Nance warned, walked around the place before arriving at the food stall, and bought a few skewers of grilled squid and two large cans of beer.

Just after paying the money, there was a loud noise in the venue. He raised his head and glanced at the holographic image. Blood spurted out from one person's chest, and another person raised his fist high to celebrate victory.

Blood flowed all over the ground, the audience's eyes turned red, and they roared more and more crazily like wild beasts...

"This kind of arena may be used to accumulate practical experience..." Nance murmured to himself.

He walked back to Susha and saw a middle-aged man walking next to her from a distance.

"Hey, Miss Su."

Susha turned her head, glanced at the man, and said regretfully: "Are you not dead yet?"

The middle-aged man laughed, showing a pair of jagged rotten teeth: "When will you pay back the money? But you are a poor guy who probably won't be able to pay it back. You can be my boss's lover and you will be fine. Of course, Muzu

My boss will help you sort out the trouble over there. What do you think of this proposal?"

Here comes the troublemaker... Nance bit into the grilled squid and walked back slowly.

Susha had sharp eyes. After seeing him in the crowd, she waved unceremoniously: "My dear, someone is here to cause trouble for me."

As soon as these words came out, there was a "wow" sound, and the surrounding crowd automatically dispersed in all directions.

It seems that even after three or four hundred years, eating melons and watching the excitement is still deeply embedded in human genes.

Nance walked back slowly.

"Yours." He handed a can of beer and two pieces of grilled squid to Susha, then glanced sideways at the middle-aged man.

He was about forty years old, wearing an ill-fitting suit, with a big face and small eyes, and he looked a bit funny.

"What's it called? Where's the power?" Nance asked calmly.

The middle-aged man was frightened by his calm demeanor. He spat on the ground and muttered: "You are so stupid to hang out with such a crazy woman. You will die tonight..."

As soon as he finished speaking, about ten people vaguely gathered around him, all of them with unkind expressions.

The booing all around became louder.

"Hey, kid!" The little leader who gathered around threatened him with evil eyes, "This is our grudge against this woman. If you have some sense, get out of the way."

"Together or one by one?" Nance moved his neck loudly.

"Don't move around, we can't start a fight here." Susha calmly bit into the grilled squid and looked at Nance and said, "The people in charge here are not good people, and they won't let people cause trouble in the place.

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As she finished speaking, another charming voice sounded above everyone's heads.

"If you have any grievances, they will be settled after leaving Universal. If you dare to cause trouble here, don't blame me for not giving you face."

As the speaker walked towards this side, the audience surrounding the city retreated to both sides like a tide, making way for a passage.

The lights in the field shone here, and a delicate and flawless face caught Nance's eyes.

The visitor is a woman in her early thirties, with jet-black hair tied into a dignified bun on the back of her head, a straight nose, plump lips painted with bright red lipstick that ordinary women can't handle, and the same bright red tights.

The cheongsam brings out her alluring figure as a woman.

One word: plump!

This mature woman is so nice... Just as Nance was about to take a closer look at the patterns embroidered on her cheongsam, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

When his eyes were tilted, he saw Miss Su pinching his waist with her fingertips and saying to him with a smile: "My dear, please act your "affectionate" persona well."

"Do you owe her money too?"

"……No!"

"So you're going to sell me to her?"

"..."

Miss Su snorted coldly.

That slightly red face, it looks like he is angry because his bad intentions were revealed.

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