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The dozen or so gangsters all looked menacing. The leader, a burly man, had his cheek slashed open, and his face was held together by two rings. This was far more frightening than tattoos.
The men behind him also had scars on their faces and exuded a murderous aura. As they stood there, the air itself seemed to be filled with killing intent.
The once noisy host club fell silent in an instant.
The women drinking in the booths all lowered their heads like quails, and the waiters at the door retreated, hoping not to be noticed.
In front of Shirakawa Natsu was a modified mobile cart, with a tower of glass cups arranged on it and various dazzling decorations around it.
After all, they opened 10 bottles of wine worth 200 million each; that's quite a show.
The dozen or so male escorts in the shop were all gathered around him, preparing to create an atmosphere for the 10 bottles of wine, but now they were all frozen in place, not daring to move.
It's hard for his impressive presence to go unnoticed.
Sure enough, more than a dozen gangsters, looking fierce and menacing, walked straight towards them.
The male prostitutes had never seen anything like this before. Some instinctively shrank back, while others' legs went weak and they sat down on the ground.
Customers sitting near the entrance, seeing the gangsters walk by, either nervously walked away or crouched down and hid under the booths.
They've seen gangsters before, but these dozen or so men, judging by their appearance and demeanor, no one would believe they didn't have at least ten lives on their hands.
After all, these dozen or so people were carefully selected by Yamagishi Films from tens of thousands of members of the Inagawa-kai, with the most gangster-like appearances, to be re-employed as special-type actors.
They were all playing themselves.
The group of more than ten people walked in together. One of the male escorts fell to the ground, covered his mouth with his hands, dared not make a sound, and tears streamed down his face. He was so frightened that he cried.
Tomohisa Kimura was also pale, but he remained relatively calm and at least did not kneel down.
The slit-mouthed man walked to the coffee table, his gaze sweeping over everyone before settling on Shirakawa Natsumi. He immediately pulled out a pistol: "Was it you?"
A henchman leaned over and said in a deep voice, "The black card was used here just now."
"Clang!" Mizuki Izumi, holding a black card in one hand and a POS machine in the other, knelt directly on the ground, her face deathly pale: "I...I...I..."
She wanted to say that she was just a card reader, and opened her mouth wide, but because she was too nervous, she found that she couldn't say a word.
The man with the split mouth walked up to her and took the black card directly from her.
Then, turning his gaze to Shirakawa Natsu, he said in a flat tone to his henchman beside him, "Chop him up and feed him to the fish."
"Clang!" Two more male prostitutes were so frightened that they fell to the ground, immediately covering their mouths and trembling uncontrollably.
Tomohisa Kimura and the kimono shopkeeper both took a half-step back, hoping not to get involved. They glanced at Natsu Shirakawa, thinking how audacious it was to steal a yakuza card.
"Wait, I've been scammed!" Shirakawa Natsumi exclaimed in horror, "They've been trying to get me to spend money!"
"?" Kimura Tomohisa and the kimono shop owner looked horrified.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she stole your card." The kimono shop owner immediately knelt down on both knees, his posture respectful: "We will refund all expenses incurred tonight."
She remained relatively calm, but her voice was visibly trembling as she spoke.
Just then, the man with the split mouth suddenly took out his phone. It seemed that someone was calling. He answered quickly, bowing at a ninety-degree angle, extremely respectful.
"Yes, boss, I understand. I'm very sorry, but I will definitely take care of it for you."
As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept over the crowd, and those who were caught in his gaze felt a chill run down their spines.
The man with the split mouth hung up the phone without saying a word, only coldly staring at everyone.
All the male prostitutes lowered their heads, wishing they could fall to the ground.
The female boss knelt on the ground, the immense pressure causing fine beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.
The slit-mouthed man's voice was icy: "Are you happy to have earned 2 million?"
Sweat dripped from the female boss's face. She knew it was for the money from those 100 bottles of wine, but she didn't dare ask how he knew. She smiled obsequiously and said, "Brother, we will definitely reimburse you for all expenses and offer you a generous gift."
The man with the split mouth grew increasingly grim and terrifying, his voice sending chills down one's spine: "Does the billboard outside want to tell everyone that our boss spent money in your store?"
"Billboard?" Upon hearing this, the female boss's face turned pale instantly, and she looked at Mizuki Izumi.
Izumi Mizusaki was already crying, her eyes filled with innocence.
You, the boss, clearly said that to prevent customers from regretting their purchases, large transactions should be immediately displayed on the outside billboards in real time, which would also serve as advertising.
The huge billboard outside, because all that's needed is to change a number.
So after paying for 100 bottles, Mizuki Izumi used a walkie-talkie to notify the back office to change the electronic billboard at the entrance of the host club in real time.
It's still hanging there.
"Take them all." The man with the split mouth stood up.
"I...I'm sorry." A member of the punk subculture stood up: "It's not my fault, I..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three shots whizzed past the punk, followed by the sound of bottles shattering.
"Ah?!!" The male prostitute screamed, clutching his head and collapsing to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
The punk rocker was lying on the ground, mouth agape, pants soaked with sweat.
"I'm furious right now," the slit-mouthed man said coldly. "I don't want to repeat myself."
The twelve male escorts and Shirakawa Natsu were crammed into three vans.
Shirakawa Natsu happened to be in the same car as Kimura Tomohisa and the female boss.
Their eyes seemed to kill, as if they wanted to cut off pieces of Shirakawa Natsu's flesh and stuff them into their mouths to eat.
Shirakawa Natsu lowered her voice: "Don't worry, this matter started because of me, and I will definitely find a way to resolve it."
He would have been fine if he hadn't spoken, but once he did, Kimura Tomohisa's face was contorted with rage.
"Shut up," the underworld guard said in a deep voice.
The van finally quieted down.
The group of more than ten people were eventually taken to a traditional Japanese building.
They met the underworld boss, and an elegant woman enjoying tea.
More than ten people knelt in a row on the wooden floor.
Inagawa Hanahi held a cup of tea in one hand and a stack of documents in the other, casually flipping through them: "Nagasawa Oto?"
"It's me," the female boss replied respectfully, her forehead covered in cold sweat. The armed gangsters around her gave her an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Do you know what the yakuza care about most?" Inagawa Hanahi picked up her teacup and took a sip.
"I...I'm sorry." Nagasawa Oto didn't dare to answer at all.
"Face." Inagawa Hanahi put down her teacup. "Now everyone in the underworld is saying that you guys teamed up to swindle me out of 200 million."
"No!" Nagasawa Oto cried out, "It's her..."
She wanted to explain.
Inagawa Hanahi reached out and placed her hand to her lips.
Nagasawa immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.
“You need to understand one thing.” Inagawa Hanahi looked at her: “Do you think I should explain the truth to everyone who questions me, one by one? Or should I just tell them that I chopped up all those who dared to cheat me and threw them into the sea?”
Chapter 537 Who is the Top Performer?
Nagasawa Oto broke out in a cold sweat that flowed uncontrollably, leaving only terror on her otherwise pretty face.
The woman in front of her, who was much younger than herself, exuded an undeniably terrifying aura.
Of course, this was mainly due to the menacing gangsters around him. With such a group of people around, unless someone looked too comical, they would appear incredibly terrifying.
The remaining dozen or so male prostitutes remained silent, trembling with fear.
Tomohisa Kimura kept his head down. He considered himself very good at dealing with women. But even he was afraid of this dangerous woman in front of him.
He looked at Shirakawa Natsu kneeling to the side, his eyes filled with anger.
If it weren't for this guy, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
Aside from him, most of the other male escorts were also staring at Shirakawa Natsu, their eyes seeming to want to devour him whole.
Shirakawa Natsu ignored these stares, continuing to keep her head down and remain silent.
Inagawa Hanahi put Nagasawa Oto down and walked up to Shirakawa Natsu: "You're pretty good. You actually managed to steal my card. Hold your head up."
Shirakawa Natsu raised her head in agreement. According to the script, Inagawa Hanahi was about to expose his disguise as a man in public.
"She's not bad looking." Inagawa Hanahi held his chin with her hand, looked him up and down, then let go and looked at the ten henchmen around her: "Come on, you guys take turns with her."
As soon as she finished speaking, the grinning man's expression froze.
He knew Shirakawa Natsu's identity, so why was it different from the script?
But after only a brief hesitation, he immediately understood, waved to the two people behind him, and the three of them walked towards Shirakawa Natsu together.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi was puzzled. This guy actually changed the script.
The other male escorts all cast gloating glances their way; it was this guy who had brought them all here.
The three menacing-looking thugs drew closer and closer.
"Wait!" Shirakawa Natsu's face was not good. Inagawa Hanahi suddenly changed the script, but he had laid so much groundwork beforehand, he dared not mess around. This was not filming, where you could start over.
He quickly waved his hand, trying to steer the script back on track: "I'm a man."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding male escorts all gaped in disbelief, especially Kimura Tomohisa, whose expression looked more disgusted than if he had eaten shit.
"It doesn't matter." Inagawa Hanahi licked her lips. "I don't think they'll mind."
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu still tried to struggle, but three gangsters had already come up, lifted him up, and started to strip him of his clothes. With a "rip," they ripped off his shirt, revealing his well-built physique and clearly visible six-pack abs.
Most of the male prostitutes around looked on with envy, thinking, "With such a great figure, why is she pretending to be a woman?"
Shirakawa Natsumi was devastated. He didn't understand what Inagawa Hanahi was trying to do. Fortunately, the three yakuza members had actually been transferred to Yamagishi Film Company and were now his subordinates.
It wasn't that they actually raped the boss; they were tearing off his clothes very slowly.
"Wait, you want to save face, I can help you!" Shirakawa Natsumi could only take out the later parts of the script ahead of time.
"Stop." Inagawa Hanahi waved her hand, ceasing her reckless actions, and looked at him with interest: "Speak."
"Phew..." Shirakawa Natsu let out a long breath. Fortunately, Inagawa Hanahi was at least still following the script.
Not only Inagawa Hanahi, but all the other male hosts secretly looked over, thinking to themselves how daring this guy was, and wondering what tricks he was up to this time.
"Right now, everyone in the underworld is saying that I swindled you out of two hundred million with them," Bai Chuanxia said seriously. "So rather than killing us and leaving you with trouble, wouldn't it be more effective to have us pay you ten billion to deter such scoundrels?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the male prostitutes stared in disbelief, followed by an uproar.
Who the hell is "us" with you?
But the menacing gangsters around them made them suppress their anger and dare not speak out.
Store manager Nagasawa Oto and Kimura Tomohisa both had expressions of sudden realization on their faces. They looked at each other and saw anger in each other's eyes.
She believed she had seen through these underworld tricks.
This is a charade, a different kind of honey trap, they're trying to squeeze money out of her.
Nagasawa Oto began to think about how to handle the situation in front of her. If it was a honey trap, then the nature of the matter would be different.
"Hmph, wouldn't that make others think I'm in cahoots with you?" Inagawa Hanahi's voice was icy: "You've got some nerve."
“?” Nagasawa Oto.
"?" Tomohisa Kimura.
They thought they had seen through the truth, and now this happens.
"Wait, Chairman!" Shirakawa Natsu said in a panic, "We can donate the extra 800 million to schools or charities in the name of the host club. That way, people in the underworld will know the consequences of offending you, and we can leave you with a reputation for benevolence."
"?" Nagasawa Oto and Kimura Tomohisa were both in a bad mood, their hearts pounding with anger.
They were completely innocent victims; why should they accompany him to donate money?
Nagasawa Oto turned to look at a middle-aged bald man behind her, the assistant manager of the host club, who was also her lover.
The assistant store manager understood. He really didn't want to be the first to speak out, but he had no choice. He raised his hand and said, "I'm very sorry, Chairman. He was just a thief who stole your gold card. He has nothing to do with our store. We are also victims."
"What's your name?" Inagawa Hanahi suddenly asked.
"Huh?" The assistant store manager was taken aback, then bowed ninety degrees: "My name is Changshan Qi."