He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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It's not surprising that some wealthy people are capable of such heinous acts.

"It's alright, we just started talking and it all turned out to be old news." Matsushima regained some composure.

"Let's not talk about that then. What about the principal? How is he going to handle this?" Shirakawa tactfully changed the subject.

"I don't know where he went. It's like he vanished into thin air. It seems like word of what happened last night has leaked out. I'm sending people to look for him."

"Could you let me know when you find him?"

"What, do you have a grudge against him?"

"That's it."

Akiyama almost used that drug on Sakura, and the girls at Sakura High School also fell victim to his evil deeds. Even Akita-sensei was sold out by him.

Regardless, he wanted to know whether such a heinous person was alive or dead.

"By the way, I also had someone investigate that Akita teacher. She did have a loan relationship with the principal, but the amount wasn't large, far from the level of prostitution, so..." Matsushima looked at Shirakawa, hesitating to speak.

"Just say what you have to say."

"So she should regain her freedom. The Nagasaki club will lift her management and surveillance, and we will also notify her by text message."

"It doesn't matter. She's my homeroom teacher. I never intended to make a move on her anyway."

"Okay, I've said everything I needed to say. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Wait a minute, Matsushima-san, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"what's up?"

"On Saturday night, a group of delinquents might cause trouble at Sakura High School, you see..."

“They’re just delinquents. You should go to the teachers or the police if you need to. There’s no need for me to get involved in such a small matter,” Matsushima said helplessly, spreading his hands.

It's a waste of her talents to have a triad boss like her deal with a small-time hoodlum.

After finishing his sentence, Matsushima suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Of course, you can join us too, then I can help you with your business..."

"I'm sorry, but I absolutely cannot agree to that." Shirakawa refused decisively.

"That's it..."

Ring ring~ The phone rang in Matsushima's pocket.

"Sister, the guests seem to be getting impatient."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there," Matsushima replied, hanging up the phone. "Then you'll have to figure it out yourself, Shirakawa. I have business to discuss, I'll be going now."

Matsushima and his men left in a hurry.

What a busy person!

Shirakawa sighed and returned to his room.

After finishing breakfast, Miike and Kana packed their belongings and prepared to leave.

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Matsushima took the elevator upstairs.

Arriving at the door of a VIP room, I gently knocked.

"Come in."

It was a magnetic woman's voice, with a slight foreign accent.

Matsushima opened the door and saw a saint sitting on the sofa in the living room.

White skin, blonde hair and blue eyes.

Wearing a nun's uniform similar to that of St. John's, with holes exposing her lower abdomen, outer thighs, and shoulders.

There was an artistic holy sword that looked like it was used for cosplay.

He exuded an aura of solemnity and reverence.

Even if she dresses like that, showing so much skin, and still has a stunning appearance and figure.

None of the bodyguards present harbored any evil intentions towards her.

"Hello, Miss Catherine."

The moment he saw her, Matsushima's mind went into complete chaos, and his memories were shattered.

"Are you the boss of the underworld in this city?"

Catherine spoke in broken Japanese, and her wording was quite funny and childish.

“Yes, Lady Catherine.” Matsushima didn’t understand what was going on; she only knew that she had to submit to her.

She is God, she is a deity!

"Unbelievable! After hundreds of years of evolution, the dark world has become increasingly backward, to the point that a weak woman has become its leader. Tsk tsk tsk, times have changed so much."

Catherine stroked the longsword beside her, a slow smile playing on her lips.

199. Danger is approaching

In the early hours of the morning, Catherine forced her way into the Nagasaki Club.

The bodyguards at the entrance to the basement were no match for her; she merely touched the ground with the tip of her sword, and they immediately submitted and let Catherine in.

This is the power of the holy sword: it can make anyone, even any animal, obey Catherine's commands.

Unlike Cecilia's allure, which relies on hypnosis or lust, her ability is to completely subdue her opponent.

Catherine strolled around the second basement level. Most of the dignitaries and celebrities at the Nagasaki Club were drunk. Those who were supposed to leave had left, and those who were supposed to have fun were exhausted and were sleeping sprawled out. Empty wine bottles and glasses were on the tables, and a lot of wine had been spilled on the floor, creating a scene of decadence.

The girls, also disheveled, sat to the side; since the guests hadn't left, they were obliged to continue serving them.

A few of the more lucid individuals, seeing such a beautiful woman in such alluring attire, vaguely assumed that the club had taken in a new member and were about to get up to have some fun and try something new.

Catherine then tapped the tip of her sword again.

After a moment of disorientation, the group went about their business as if they hadn't seen Catherine at all.

Catherine was used to the lewd scenes before her.

In the Middle Ages and the Industrial Revolution, there were always places for such powerful people to indulge in their pleasures; she had seen even more extreme imparts.

Catherine found the club's staff in the crowd.

"Where is your boss here? I'm looking for her."

"She's resting downstairs," the staff member replied truthfully, seemingly under a spell.

“Call her up, I want to talk to her.”

"As ordered."

So the staff hurriedly went to report to Matsushima.

At this time, Matsushima was still lying on the leather swivel chair in the office, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Tomorrow there are still debts to collect, and we also need to count the number of girls who were deceived and abducted at the Nagasaki club, repatriate them, revise the work schedule, and get a new manager.

I'm very busy and have to get up early, so I don't get much sleep. I might as well just take a nap in the office.

"Report, boss." A staff member burst into Matsushima's office.

"what happened again!"

Matsushima was woken up and was very unhappy, so he said angrily.

"A guest is waiting for you on the second basement floor of the Nagasaki Club."

"Who is it?"

"do not know."

"Don't know? Are you out of your mind? If you don't know who it is, why are you reporting to me?"

If any random stranger could easily ask to see her, then she'd be living a very stifling life as the boss.

The staff member, head bowed, continued muttering, "A guest is waiting for you."

His tone was very wooden, devoid of any emotion.

"I won't see her. Tell her to get lost."

"A guest is waiting for you."

The staff member, expressionless, repeated the same thing like a robot.

Matsushima felt a chill run down her spine. Her men were all obedient to her, so why were they behaving so strangely today?

It's not April Fool's Day!

Matsushima took a deep breath, turned on the surveillance footage, and wanted to see who it was.

A beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes, dressed in a revealing nun's outfit and holding a holy sword, was waiting on the second basement floor.