boyutpedia Chapter 405 May you have a peaceful and happy life! (Page 12)
Chapter 405 May you have a peaceful and happy life! (Page 12)
The night in Tokyo is ablaze with neon lights.
The city, rebuilt after the war, has finally regained its former prosperity. The streets are bustling with people, and the brightly lit Kabukicho is especially lively.
Baili Pangpang was eating a skewer of takoyaki, his mouth full of sauce, when suddenly his gaze was drawn to a huge poster—
"The Rising Star of the Host Club World—Asago Nanaya!"
The man in the poster has jet-black hair, deep eyes, and a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, exuding a subtle melancholy.
He wore a well-tailored black suit with the collar slightly open, his long, slender fingers lightly holding a glass of amber-colored whiskey, exuding a fatal attraction.
Baili Pangpang's takoyaki fell to the ground with a "thud".
"...Seven Nights?!"
He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things, then instantly pulled out his phone, frantically took pictures, and quickly sent them to the Night Watchmen's group chat—
"Shocking! Captain Lin has gone into the sea!!!"
Ten minutes later, I saw the same thing.
Wu Xiangnan stared at the phone screen, raising an eyebrow: "A gigolo?"
Cao Yuan leaned over to take a look and burst out laughing: "Pfft—Qi Ye, you have this kind of hobby?"
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses and calmly analyzed, "Judging from the composition and lighting of the poster, it is indeed a professional shoot, but Qi Ye's expression... seems forced."
Jiang Er tilted her head: "What's a cowherd?"
Wu Xiangnan coughed lightly and explained, "In Japan, a male escort is a profession that involves... drinking and chatting with female customers."
Jiang Er: "Oh... isn't that just a male escort?"
Everyone: "..."
Lin Qiye pushed open the door with a dark expression and entered: "What are you talking about?"
Instantly, everyone turned to look at him, their eyes filled with meaningful glances.
Lin Qiye: "...?"
Just as the atmosphere became tense, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leaned lazily against the door frame, waving a video camera in his hand, and grinned in an extremely irritating way: "Gentlemen, do you want to see something even more exciting?"
Lin Qiye instantly had a bad feeling: "Zhang Yun, you—"
Zhang Yun has already pressed the play button.
On the screen, Lin Qiye, dressed in a male escort uniform, sat expressionlessly in a VIP booth, opposite a sophisticated lady with exquisite makeup.
The elegant lady giggled as she handed over a glass of wine: "Seven Nights, would you like to have a drink with me tonight?"
Lin Qiye: "...(Silence)"
The wealthy woman: "Oh dear, don't be so cold~"
Lin Qiye: "...(remains silent)"
The wealthy woman said, "How about... I give you a tip?"
Lin Qiye: "...(dead look)"
“Hahahahaha!!!”
The entire Night Watch burst into laughter. Cao Yuan laughed so hard he pounded the ground, Baili Pangpang rolled around clutching his stomach, and even the usually composed An Qingyu couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Lin Qiye's face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "Zhang Yun, when did you take this picture?!"
Zhang Yun shrugged: "How could I possibly remember so many clearly?"
Lin Qiye: “…”
(My lifelong reputation...)
Just as everyone was laughing so hard they were breathless, Uncle Kyosuke strolled in slowly with a teacup in hand, glanced at the poster, and calmly commented:
"Actually, apart from that fat guy, all of you would be exceptional talents if you became male escorts."
Everyone: "...???"
Baili Pangpang: "...Why me?!"
Uncle Kyosuke smiled: "It's a matter of temperament."
Wu Xiangnan, Cao Yuan, An Qingyu, Zhang Yun: "No, no, no, we refuse!"
Jiang Er raised her hand: "Can I be a spectator?"
Lin Qiye: "...(in self-consciousness)"
To change the subject, Lin Qiye immediately brought up the fact that Shen Qingzhu was a gangster boss.
He casually pulled out a newspaper and showed it to everyone.
Baili Pangpang's eyes widened and his mouth was so open it could fit a fist.
"Holy crap! Old Shen?! The leader of the Black Killer Squad?!"
On the front page of the newspaper, Shen Qingzhu, dressed in a black suit, stood amidst a group of tattooed, burly men with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a cold gaze. In the background were burning motorcycles and the fluttering skull and crossbones flag of the Black Kill Group.
Cao Yuan leaned over for a look and immediately burst out laughing: "This actually works?!"
Wu Xiangnan was drinking tea when she heard this and "pfft" spat a mouthful of water all over An Qingyu's face: "Cough cough... You're saying he doesn't understand Japanese?!"
An Qingyu calmly wiped the tea off her face and pushed up her glasses: "According to the internal communication records of the Black Kill Group intercepted by Jiang Er, Shen Qingzhu has spoken no more than three sentences of Japanese in the past two years."
Jiang Er's projection nodded in agreement: "And they're mostly 'Baka,' 'Kurusu,' and 'Yoshi.'"
Everyone: "..."
Baili Pangpang slapped his thigh: "Then how did he become the group leader?!"
An Qingyu pulled up a surveillance video—
In the scene, Shen Qingzhu kicks over the gambling table, grabs Asakurai by the collar, and roars, "Eight of them!"
Asakurai (with a face full of admiration): "Kuniichi! The team leader's aura is too strong!"
Brother A (with tears in his eyes): "As expected of the eldest brother! Even his insults are so profound!"
Brother B (frantically recording): "The leader's words are the ultimate secrets of the Yakuza!"
Everyone: "..."
Cao Yuan facepalmed: "This actually works?!"
Wu Xiangnan was suppressing his laughter so hard he was practically injured: "So... he dominated the underworld with his aura and body language?"
Jiang Er nodded: "To be precise, it's based on a random combination of 'eight' and 'Kurus'."
Baili Pangpang suddenly became solemn and respectful: "Old Shen is... a born undercover agent!"
Cao Yuan gave a thumbs up: "No, he's a born gangster boss!"
Wu Xiangnan stroked his chin: "I suggest transferring him to the Kree Mystic faction as an undercover agent. Maybe he can become the leader of the Old Ones."
An Qingyu carefully took notes: "Theoretically feasible, but the mysterious language of the Khrushchev system relies more on mental fluctuations."
Jiang Er added, "Moreover, Shen Qingzhu's pronunciation of 'eight a' is very intimidating."
Everyone: "..."
To verify Shen Qingzhu's "underworld dominance," the group decided to conduct an experiment.
Baili Pangpang (imitating Shen Qingzhu's cold expression): "Eight!"
Cao Yuan (immediately getting into character): "Yoshi!"
Wu Xiangnan (slams his hand on the table): "Krus?!"
An Qingyu adjusted her glasses: "According to calculations, the effective communication probability of this dialogue mode is 0.03%."
Jiang Er's projection flickered: "But the deterrent effect has increased by 500%."
Everyone: "..."
Lin Qiye was speechless upon seeing this scene.
Lin Qiye: "...What are you doing?"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Learn the underworld's foreign language!"
Lin Qiye: “…”
...
That evening, Shen Qingzhu's video call came through.
He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and behind him was the headquarters of the Black Kill Group, where hundreds of his underlings were engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat (training).
"I heard you have some complaints about my management style?"
Baili Pangpang immediately smiled obsequiously: "How could that be! We're studying your leadership skills!"
Cao Yuan nodded seriously: "Especially the tactical application of 'eight'."
Shen Qingzhu: "...?"
Baili Pangpang suppressed a laugh: "Old Shen, teach us how to rule the underworld with just three words."
Shen Qingzhu was silent for three seconds, then suddenly sneered: "Eight."
Then the communication was disconnected.
Everyone: "..."
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses: "This means 'get lost'."
Baili Pangpang was filled with respect: "As expected of Brother Shen! Even hanging up the phone has such a gangster-like demeanor!"
...
Tokyo.
The knight stood in front of the projection screen, his expression solemn.
"The existence of the human circle is essentially a cage in which the gods keep humans." He pulled up a set of data, "The human circle must also be destroyed."
On the screen, the virtual image of Tokyo gradually distorts and shatters, eventually turning into nothingness.
"Utopia can only accommodate 500,000 people," the knight's voice was cold and cruel. "Therefore, we can only choose those who are valuable."
There was dead silence in the room.
Shen Qingzhu stood in the corner, the cigarette between his fingers burned out, but he was completely unaware.
"The underworld...isn't that a valuable group of people?" he asked in a low voice.
The knight did not answer, but his silence spoke volumes.
Shen Qingzhu's fingertips trembled slightly, and cigarette ash fell in a flurry.
(Those brothers who followed him for a living...those ordinary people struggling to survive in the slums...)
(Are they all going to be abandoned?)
Haruki Amamiya suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.
"I'll go find the remaining Calamity Blade."
He walked towards the door without looking back.
"Amamiya!" Lin Qiye called out to him, "What do you want to do?"
Haruki Amamiya rested his hand on the doorknob, his back to the crowd.
"The Nine Blades of Calamity were originally forged by the God of the Nation to fight against the God of the Heavenly Realm." His voice was hoarse. "If we can collect all nine, perhaps... we can reforge a new divine weapon."
"You want to replace the Yata Mirror with a divine artifact?" An Qingyu frowned. "Theoretically possible, but the success rate is less than 1%."
"That's better than watching fifty million people die!"
Haruki Amamiya turned around abruptly, his eyes burning with a resolute flame.
He was the master of the Calamity Blade, but also a native of this land. Among the ordinary people about to be abandoned was the noodle shop owner from his childhood neighborhood…
He couldn't stand idly by.
...
late at night.
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, the single lens reflecting the cold stream of data.
"Knight, let's make a deal."
The knight looked up, his rapier resting on his lap, his emerald eyes narrowing slightly: "Oh?"
An Qingyu pushed a data chip in front of him: "All the research data of Pure Land Technology, including the core algorithm of the 'Human Circle Energy Circulation System'."
The knight's fingertips paused.
This information is valuable enough to help him understand the social circle more quickly.
"condition?"
"All 522 members of the Black Kill Group have been included in the list of survivors."
The knight was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "For those thugs? Is it worth it?"
An Qingyu sighed, "They're not thugs."
"He is Shen Qingzhu's brother."
...
At dawn in Tokyo Bay, the sea breeze carries the scent of gunpowder.
Wu Xiangnan stood on the dock, with a crowd of people and the sky behind him, where thunderclouds surged and the aurora borealis distorted.
He turned around, looked at Lin Qiye and the others, and said in a low but firm voice:
"Leave things here to me."
In his pupils, the dark golden sun god pattern flickered slightly, and his body exuded the pressure of a god.
"You should go back."
Lin Qiye frowned: "But there are still fifty million people in the human circle—"
“I will handle it.” Wu Xiangnan interrupted him, her gaze sweeping over everyone. “You have been away from Great Xia for more than two years.”
He raised his hand and waved, and a light screen constructed of true solar fire unfolded in the air, displaying a real-time view of the Great Xia border—
Beyond the Great Wall of Steel, mist swirls, and countless enormous black shadows roam within it.