Chapter 167 Miss, please don't do that.
The setting sun is silent, the night covers Tokyo like silk, and the neon lights on the long streets shine one after another like a flowing river of stars.
If Tokyo in the daytime is a lively sporty girl without makeup, then at night she is a sexy queen wearing a semi-hollow high-slit stepmother skirt and black stockings that dazzles everyone.
It makes people unable to resist indulging in endless temptations.
A row of luxury cars drove through the streets of Shinjuku and finally stopped in front of Takama-ga-hara Gate.
The handsome men dressed up in bright and beautiful clothes stood in two rows to welcome them, and each of them had a smile that was so sweet that it could kill you.
The door of the leading dark red Aston Martin opened, and slender legs wearing high heels stretched out. The white and tender skin seemed like mutton-fat jade that could reflect the neon lights outside.
A beautiful girl dressed in designer clothes came out of the car. She was probably in her early twenties, with a slim figure and delicate features.
Casually shaking his slightly curly black hair, Ryoma Kaoru turned his head to look at the luxury cars lined up on the street and the beautiful girls getting out of them, and walked towards this host club which is said to be the top one in Shinjuku and even Tokyo.
Her eyes swept across those pretty boys who were as fragile as willows in the wind, without lingering on any of them. She ignored their eagerness and walked straight into the door.
These gigolos are considered handsome among ordinary people, but their looks are just barely above the passing line among the mixed-race group. To her, who is used to seeing handsome guys, they are not attractive at all.
The group of beautiful girls behind her were not as aloof as her. They were amused by the handsome men welcoming the guests.
In a booth at the edge of the dance floor on the first floor, Ryoma Kaoru supported her chin with one hand, watching her friends chatting and flirting with those pretty boys. The more reserved ones just sat together, while the bolder ones had already put their arms around others, flirting sweetly and marking their faces with lipstick.
"You're not used to it."
Nakajima Sanae held up the wine glass filled with crimson wine and placed it in front of Ryoma Kaoru, saying with a smile, "You don't have to force yourself."
She knew that this girl, whose appearance was so outstanding that she even felt ashamed of herself, actually didn't like this kind of place. She also knew that there was nothing here that she liked except the store manager's humpback whale.
The other party is the daughter of a chaebol, and the reason she came here was just because of her invitation.
"After all, it's a Japanese characteristic. I'm a Japanese and have never been exposed to it since I was a child. It's a bit embarrassing to tell others about it." Ryoma Xun took the wine glass and took a sip.
Many Japanese girls have had close contact with the opposite sex as early as junior high school, but she has never been involved in a relationship or had any scandal with any boy.
It's not because her family background is too terrible, nor is it because she admires strength.
Instead, she was worried that when she was with an ordinary boy, she might use too much force due to excitement or some other reason and hurt the boy.
I remember that when I was in junior high school, a boy threw a spider at her. She was so scared that she kicked the boy five meters away and sent him directly to the hospital for emergency treatment.
After that, she often reminded herself to stay calm, and constantly reminded herself that she was a weak woman, and tried her best to act delicate.
Like this senior schoolmate whom I met when I was studying in college in the United States, I always thought she was a weak and helpless young lady, and I took good care of her on a daily basis.
If Sanae-senpai knew that I was a female warrior who could wield two AKs without shaking, she would probably be so scared that her mouth would be unable to close.
Ryoma Kaoru smirked in his heart.
"I come here often. Compared to those annoying guys, the emotional value provided by these pretty boys makes me happier." Sanae Nakajima gently lifted the hair beside her ear.
She was originally as pure as an orchid, but now under the dim light, she looked more charming and seductive.
Like a blue enchantress blooming at night.
She winked at Ryoma Kaoru, "I heard that a new artist is debuting in Takamagahara today. Maybe she'll be the one you're interested in."
"I hope so." Ryoma Kaoru didn't have much hope.
In her eyes, ordinary people, even half-bloods of inferior bloodlines, are fragile toys that will break at the slightest touch.
Even if you really meet someone you like, they will just become expendable.
"Sister, can you really get married if you are so violent?"
With the noisy words of that idiot brother echoing in his mind, Ryoma Xun couldn't help but clench his fists, wanting to keep that bastard hanging for two more days.
But she was also a little angry, and because of this matter, she even invited her friends to book the entire Takama-ga-hara.
But even she herself didn't know why.
Just come here to relax.
Thinking of this, she felt relieved and prepared to enjoy the service of the top gigolo.
Being surrounded by a group of handsome boys and being fawned upon by them can make one feel happy even if they are not her type.
Silly Ou Doudou, Ou Ni San Ma is very popular!
About half an hour later, the chaebol daughter, who had a quick learning ability, had begun to adapt to the atmosphere of the host club and even began to nod and sway slightly to the exciting samba music.
The dance ended, and all the lights suddenly dimmed. Then, rhythmic drum beats began to sound, like the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground.
Longma Xun's ears moved slightly, and her eyes fell on the stage blocked by heavy curtains. She heard footsteps that were almost identical to the rhythm of drums.
Just as she was wondering what kind of cowboy was hiding behind the scenes, the sound of a recorder that seemed to penetrate her soul suddenly rang out, accompanied by a female "wa-wa" voice.
The lights came back on, a golden color similar to the sunset, and the classic background music that was almost known to everyone sounded. The classic cowboy figure of Clint Eastwood emerged in almost everyone's mind, as if they had suddenly arrived from the nightclub of the metropolis to the American West of the last century.
As the low sound of the xiao, like the cry of an owl, was heard, the heavy curtains were drawn aside, and a desolate figure with one hand holding down a cowboy hat appeared in everyone's sight.
In the sunset-like background, a solitary bright yellow light fell, and the shadow of the hat brim covered most of the cowboy's face, leaving only his slightly pursed thin lips and clean jawline.
A deep horn sounded, and beams of light fell on the dance floor, illuminating ten bald men who were also dressed as cowboys.
They were scattered among the crowd, revolvers in their hands, triangular scarves around their necks, and hideous smiles on their faces that showed no martial ethics.
However, just as they pointed their guns at the cowboy who was still posing on the stage, they saw the other party's hand holding the cowboy hat suddenly shook, and the handsome cowboy hat flew out instantly.
Then he slightly bent his knees and leaned back, and with his free hand he pulled out a silver revolver in the blink of an eye.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!"
Smoke rose, and within a second, six gunshots rang out.
Corresponding to this were the guests in the audience who screamed in fear from the gunshots, and the six cowboys who besieged the stage were splashed with bright red.
They fell to the ground with a loud bang after screaming in pain.
On the stage, the cowboy rotated his body forty-five degrees, his hat no longer covering his face, and his true appearance was finally revealed.
It was a face handsome enough to overwhelm all the men present. His skin was a healthy wheat color, his eyebrows were thick and upturned like two sharp swords hanging high, his eyes were piercing and as bright as stars, and his facial features were firm as if they were carved by a knife or an axe.
The handsome gigolo threw out the Colt SAA revolver with an empty cylinder, knocking down another enemy.
“Pah pah pah pah pah——”
The remaining three enemies pulled the trigger and a hail of bullets came.
The stage was dim, and the guests on the dance floor could only see something flash by, but couldn't make out what it was.
However, Ryoma Xun could see clearly that they were plastic BB bullets. They would not cause any injuries if they hit a person, but they would definitely hurt.
However, the cowboy on the stage dodged the hail of bullets with just a side flip, and then with a flash of cold light in his hands, two throwing knives with suction cups on the tips were thrown out, hitting the two unlucky bald men directly on the forehead.
The last remaining bald cowboy had run out of bullets. Looking at the intact cowboy, he became so angry that he took out a knife and prepared to hijack a lucky audience member from the audience.
As luck would have it, the person closest to him was tonight's sponsor, Ryuma Kaoru.
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Looking at the bald man who was trying to bring the wooden sword close to his neck, Ryoma Kaoru resisted the urge to smash the prop with a palm and kick the man to death. She sat there pretending to be a frightened weak woman and continued to watch the performance on the stage.
Many girls who came with them screamed, but Sanae Nakajima, who was only half a meter away from them, had no intention of going up to help. She just watched with a smile, as if she was happy with everything happening in front of her.
Amid the loud background music, the cowboy on the stage stood up quickly, with a hemp noose in his hand.
Whoosh——
The rope loop swung twice and was thrown out quickly, directly tying up the person who tried to take hostages.
The cowboy on the stage, who was not strong but sturdy, exerted force with his arms, and the muscles on his exposed forearms instantly bulged. The huge force that burst out directly pulled the sturdy bald cowboy into the air.
The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and the cowboy, weighing at least 180 pounds, also fell to the ground with a bang.
With the melodious sound of the recorder and the background of the Western hit "The good the bad and the ugly", the cowboy who was fighting ten people at once slowly walked off the stage.
Halfway through the walk, he suddenly stretched out his hand and touched his waist, followed by a crisp "pop" sound. The cowboy who had just been knocked down by the revolver staggered to his feet and wanted to attack from behind, but was hit by a whip that was so fast that it was almost invisible, and flew out along with his hat.
After getting rid of the last enemy, the cowboy, who was so handsome that it made people's legs split, reached out and grabbed the cowboy hat that was blown away by him, and put it on his head.
The handsome cowboy, attracting the attention of everyone present, came in front of Ryoma Kaoru, who had just become a "hostage", and performed a cowboy salute with impeccable posture.
The eyes hidden in the shadows stared at the delicate and bright girl, and he spoke a string of impeccable American English in a low and magnetic voice: "Miss, I didn't scare you, did I?"
Although he didn't feel scared at all, and even almost laughed out loud when he was chosen as the hostage target, when he looked at those oppressive eyes, Ryoma Kaoru couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his heart.
He is obviously just a gigolo who has some skills, is a bit good-looking, and is a bit different from other pretty boys, but he dares to look at me with such eyes.
With your limited firepower, I can blow you up with my dual AKs.
She kept complaining in her heart, but in the end she nodded as if possessed by a ghost:
"I can't enjoy myself tonight without a powerful guard by my side."
"Then I wonder if I would have the honor to be your bodyguard tonight?" The cowboy said his request with a smile.
Ryoma Kaoru looked around at the envious eyes of his friends and nodded slightly reservedly: "What's your name?"
"My name is..." The cowboy was about to say the nickname that Mingming had given him, but at the moment when the words were about to come out, a name suddenly popped up in his mind.
A name that strikes deep into the soul, a name that seems to haunt one's dreams.
So he blurted out: "Constantine."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he panicked a little. This was not what he had planned.
His nickname should be...
"Constantine, what a nice name." Ryoma Xun repeated, smiling like a blooming flower.
She made way for him and generously shared her sofa with the cowboy Constantine.
Since the show started tonight, no gigolo has been able to sit next to her.
Constantine was the first.
Old Tang felt a little reluctant when he looked at the peach-like dent on the sofa that had failed to bounce back immediately after sitting for a long time.
How can a person sit in this damn hot seat where I just sat?!
And sister, you are a little too pretentious, you were not like this before in Longma's arsenal! Girl, why are you acting like a little girl? Show your ability to withstand the recoil with dual-wielding Barretts!
Old Tang really wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to say it. He could only sit obediently on the edge of the peach-shaped outline that was left.
After all, they had been in close contact before, and Old Tang was worried that his disguise would be discovered. Not only did he not dare to take off his hat, he even deliberately changed the tone of his voice.
However, his desire to keep his distance and not reveal his identity actually aroused Ryoma Kaoru's curiosity, and even a little inexplicable annoyance.
What do you mean? Other gigolos would like to stick to their customers or even hold them in their arms to comfort them, but I am as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as jade, with jade-like bones and icy skin, and you dare to keep your distance from me!
Although she was a little angry, she still maintained her image as a weak lady and reached out to grab Old Tang's hat: "Oh, are you shy?"
"Come, let me see if you blush."
Looking at Old Tang who easily approached and won the favor of the tycoon's daughter on the dance floor, Lu Mingfei felt that after so many years of bad luck, Old Tang finally had some good luck.
Whether he can get the free rice he dreams of depends on his efforts.
I really can't help much with this, brother.
Finally, after taking a look at Old Tang who was shouting “No, miss, no” and “No, not there” trying to get rid of Ryoma Kaoru’s clutches, Lu Mingfei turned around, took Eri and Zero, walked into the elevator, and headed towards the second floor underground.
The latest news is that most of the people from the Snake Eight Families have already run out to look for Eri, and the guards of Genji Heavy Industries are mostly concentrated in the shipyard and Ganliu Research Institute, and the anti-counterfeiting efforts in the Iron Dome Temple have been slightly reduced.
It's time to go explore someone's Deadpool breeding base! (End of this chapter)