Laser lights emitted colorful beams of light around the dance floor. Men in tight shirts and women in lace skirts swayed and twisted their bodies to the rhythm of the powerful music.
What's special is that most of the women wear ornate masks on their faces, while the men's looks are either feminine and delicate, or masculine and strong. They are all the best among all types of men.
This is Takamagahara, the place where the Tianjin god ruled by Amaterasu in the Japanese mythology "Kojiki" lives. Together with the Awehara China where humans live on the ground and the underground Yellow Spring Kingdom, they form the three major realms of Japanese mythology.
What's strange is that it is a nightclub with the same name, the Best Cowherd Shop.
Some wealthy women who are successful in their careers but frustrated emotionally are happy to spend a lot of money here to find considerate and handsome young men to talk to their inner troubles.
Everyone was dancing with extra passion tonight because a noble gentleman from Italy paid for everyone's drinks and specially invited the emperor's sushi chef to prepare an expensive and exquisite sushi dinner for everyone.
Many women are speculating on the origin and background of this noble gentleman, who can actually book the most expensive Ginza private room in Takamagahara.
Caesar Gattuso was now leaning against the dark guardrail on the second floor with a bottle of dark blue champagne. The clear wine was still slightly bubbling with fine white bubbles. He looked at the dancing crowd below, his long fingers moving rhythmically. .
Chu Zihang's figure appeared next to Caesar, and he actually came to participate in this carnival party.
"People from the Japanese branch came here just now and evacuated when they saw this scene." The cold boy said, his perception has always been sharp.
"Where's Li Yongyuan, are you still eating sushi in the private room?"
Caesar stared into his dark pupils and spoke, both of them showing some indescribable emotions.
"After all, we are part of the delegation visiting Japan. It is really sad that he is so defensive about us. If he goes to blow up Genji Heavy Industries tonight, we don't know if it is too late to surrender now."
Caesar smiled and shrugged, his tone full of teasing, without any hint of worry in his words.
"Have you ever heard of Di Qing's night attack on Kunlun Pass?" Chu Zihan rarely explained.
"Appreciate further details."
Caesar's educational curriculum since childhood included a lot of ancient Chinese history. He had heard of this famous Northern Song general, but he didn't know much about the battles he commanded.
"Di Qing, nicknamed Hanchen, has tattoos on his face. He is good at riding and shooting. He is known as General Mianni. In every battle, he will wear disheveled hair, wear a bronze ghost mask, and charge in front of the soldiers." Chu Zihang briefly introduced his life.
"In the fourth year of Emperor You's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, Nong Zhigao, the leader of the Guangyuan Prefecture tribe, raised an army to rebel against the Song Dynasty. He broke through all nine states and killed dozens of Song generals and officials. Di Qing, then the privy envoy, led his troops to stop the attack. The two armies were in a stalemate at Kunlun Pass. The Song Dynasty The army suffered numerous casualties due to the attack.
On the 15th day of the first lunar month, which was the Yuan Festival, the Song army's military camp announced that they would suspend their troops and withdraw soon. Di Qing even called all the generals to come into the tent and have a drink. As a result, Nong Zhi's superiors relaxed their vigilance and took no precautions.
At midnight on the 16th, Di Qing retired from the banquet in a hurry, rode the wind and rain in the dark night, and led his light cavalry straight to Kunlun Pass. When the drunken generals woke up the next day, they had already received news of Di Qing's victory over Nong's army. Everyone in the world said that Di Qing used his troops like a ghost (deceitful) and was victorious in a hundred battles. "
Chu Zihang talked about ancient history mixed with some classical Chinese. This was because he tried his best to reduce the number of words. I believe that Caesar can fully understand it with his understanding.
"What do you mean, we should cooperate with him to play the role of drunken generals now?" Caesar quickly stepped into the role. He finally understood why Chu Zihang, who had always been a good student, attended this party. It turned out that it was to serve Li Longyuan. cover.
"But he didn't even tell us the target of his operation this time, and he didn't regard us as his own."
Caesar shook the champagne and looked sad.
"We are the only ones who can discover his disappearance." Chu Zihang said one sentence to remove the last grudge in Caesar's heart.
From this perspective, Li Yongyuan did regard them as his own. After all, they all came out of Kassel Academy together. Compared to the eight members of the Sheqi family who smiled but hid their knives, Caesar was more willing to trust the two teammates around him. Because they have the same pride.
"Why don't you go out and try the job of Cowherd yourself? Maybe you can better cover up Li Longyuan." Caesar finally teased, while Chu Zihang looked at him coldly.
We need to go together.
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The newly opened Girakukan is located in the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, with gurgling streams flowing over simple bridges. Without this big house in the mountains, this place would be a simple and beautiful natural landscape.
It's a pity that man-made noise disrupts the tranquility of nature. This large casino lights up the sky with red light, like a wildfire burning wildly.
There are beautiful girls in kimonos who welcome guests, samba dancers shaking enthusiastically, hot waiters delivering drinks and sexy dealers wearing black fishnet stockings wrapping their smooth thighs.
Of course, the most common ones are the gamblers who push out all their chips with red eyes, and the men in black suits who carry long knives or loaded guns on their shoulders. They are responsible for guarding the safety of the casino. Anyone who dares to disrupt the order will turn into a brutal beast and pounce on them.
This is a stronghold of the Fierce Ghosts, which claims to be able to accomplish anything in the world for the gamblers who come here, provided that you can afford enough chips.
Fujiwara Nori is one of the gamblers who comes here because of his reputation. He is forty years old, his hair is half white, and he can vaguely see his handsome appearance in the past.
The man is already sitting on a huge fortune and has everything he wants. But he still came, which shows that this wish must be contrary to Japanese law.
Fujiwara was very lucky today. Every time he pushed out the chips, he got more wealth, until the hills piled up into a big mountain, and the female manager wearing a black suit and skirt finally appeared in front of him.
She wears her black hair in a bun, has a slim figure, and is extremely beautiful. However, she is deliberately dressed conservatively, like a red lotus blooming on an iceberg, which is strange and enchanting.
She is the person in charge of this casino, Sakurai Kogure. A woman with a mysterious background and exquisite orifices.
"Mr. Fujiwara, please come with me."
Under everyone's envious gaze, the female manager invited the middle-aged man to the VIP room for a chat. The man looked at Sakurai Kogure's light waist twisting as he moved forward, with a hidden fire in his eyes.
If he hadn't known how terrifying this woman was and how fearful she was of death, he would have really wanted to hold her in his arms and ravage her.
Pushing open the wooden sliding door, the man knelt down and sat on the tatami of the quiet room. The female manager knelt on the ground, lightly opened her red lips, and leaned her young and seductive body close to him and said softly: "Now you can tell your wish, Fujiwara Nori. gentlemen."
"I want to ask you to kill my wife Matsuda Yumi and father-in-law Matsuda Wataru."
The man spoke, with a devil-like expression on his face. It was as if this quiet room could not only isolate sounds, but also release the echoes deep within him.
Nori Fujiwara was born as an orphan. In his early years, he made a living by brushing leather shoes on the streets of Tokyo. Many of the guests he received were elites from the financial field.
Fujiwara has had business acumen since he was a child, and he has learned a lot of investing and stock trading skills while chatting with customers. But without capital, everything is empty talk. Based on his status, no credit institution is willing to lend him money.
When Fujiwara was twenty years old and still accomplished nothing, he accidentally met his current wife Matsuda Yumi, who was seven or eight years older than him, during a bar revel. She is the daughter of the chairman of one of Japan's largest electrical appliance companies.
After knowing the woman's identity, Fujiwara resolutely abandoned his pregnant girlfriend at the time and turned around to launch a fierce offensive against Matsuda Yumi.
With his outstanding looks and sweet love words, Fujiwara succeeded in winning Matsuda Yumi's heart. His father-in-law also gradually became fond of his flexible mind and used resources to help and train him. From then on, he started a poor boy's life. The road to counterattack.
"But Mr. Fujiwara has always maintained the image of a virtuous husband and son-in-law in the outside world."
Sakurai Kogure covered her mouth and smiled softly, gracefully. The man's throat rolled involuntarily and he swallowed.
"I can't stand that yellow-faced woman and the old guy who holds the power of the company and refuses to hand it over. They are in the way."
The man cursed angrily. The greed in his heart was endless. The more he had, the more he wanted.
"You are the so-called omnipotent Paradise Hall. You will not uphold ridiculous justice like those pedantic gangsters."
Fujiwara continued, and seemed a little unhappy. The female manager asked for more details.
"Of course, we are only confirming the details of the customer's order. As ghosts of the dark night, even half of our principles and bottom lines will become our Achilles' heel." Sakurai Kogure explained softly, but there was a hidden sarcasm in his eyes.
When time goes by and the beauty and aura of a woman disappear, only ugliness and sin remain in the eyes of this man. It is really ridiculous.
On the winding mountain road leading to Osaka Kukakukan, a red Ferrari sports car with its headlights on was roaring crazily, its engine making a dull roar, and the shape of the car even caused a dazzling streamer that appeared to people's naked eyes because of its extreme speed.
What is the speed limit on signs, what is slowing down on curves, what is keeping a distance from the car in front, are completely ignored by drivers.
He just wants fast, faster, faster, even if the V8-90° turbo engine is overloaded. The war has come without a break, and the soldiers are extremely quick.
The front 35R20 black rubber tires were violently rubbing against the ground, making a harsh noise, and the exhaust pipe was constantly spewing out high-temperature exhaust gas. This fiery red sports car was drifting in exciting corners, passing many people who were also driving to the Paradise Hall one after another. Gamblers.
"madman!"
They turned the steering wheel in their hands and stepped aside, cursing in their hearts, are they rushing to go to bliss? They are rushing to go to transcendence.
Li Yongyuan indeed went to be reborn to save the group of "ghosts" who fell into darkness.
The boy's originally loose green robe was now completely covered with magnificent and stern armor, which not only acted as a simple deterrent, but could also block large-caliber machine gun bullets and even armor-piercing bullets.
The orthodox master craftsmen worked with alchemy repeatedly to carve out this armor. They even carved a complete alchemical matrix field on the smooth back of the armor to increase defense.
The only shortcoming is that the armor is too heavy, which will affect the user's flexibility, but this is no problem in the hands of Li Yongyuan, who has a body comparable to that of an ancient dragon. It is simply tailor-made for him.
Even the orthodox with deep financial resources regard this armor as a treasure. Every time it is re-stored, it will be cleaned by a dedicated person and roasted at high temperature with a spray gun to remove the remaining fallen hybrid blood genes.
It has an exclusive title in the orthodox armory, the Treasure-phase Kirin Chain Armor.
