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These children became addicted.

"You can get out of here!" Matsushima snapped.

"Hey," the blond-haired senior was clearly enraged and started talking back to Matsushima, "Are you guys ganging up on me?"

Matsushima didn't explain further to him. She snatched her precious revolver from the blond-haired man, emptied the fake bullet, took out six bullets from her pocket, and loaded them one by one.

"These are fake bullets too, aren't they?"

“Yes.” Matsushima pointed to the blond-haired man’s knee.

boom! ! ! !

A gunshot rang out, followed by a flash of light.

Shirakawa instantly regained his senses.

"Aaaaaah!" The blond-haired senior's wails echoed throughout the room.

191. Matsushima's Bottom Line

The blond-haired senior wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face, before collapsing to the ground.

He hugged his legs and wailed uncontrollably.

The bullet hit him squarely in the calf.

A ring of small, charred holes appeared on the calf.

The heat generated by the bullet rubbing against his flesh had cooked his wound and charred his skin.

"How did this fake bullet taste?" Matsushima, wearing high heels, poked her senior's thigh hard with her thin heels.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" the senior student screamed hysterically.

"It's so annoying with all this nagging and nagging." Matsushima poked his ear with his index finger. "Can't you just be quiet?!"

Although she had been all smiles and pleasantries throughout, she secretly despised this blond-haired senior.

He betrayed his principles for personal gain, preying on innocent female students, and even selling disgusting things in his club under the principal's instructions.

Of the three vices—gambling, prostitution, and drugs—there is one that even Matsushima, a member of the yakuza, absolutely cannot touch.

The senior student's body was curled up due to the intense pain, his voice was hoarse from shouting, and blood was gradually gushing from the wound.

"What a useless piece of trash. Someone, take him to the infirmary."

Two tall bodyguards carried him, one head and one foot, and escorted him out of the office.

He wasn't the mastermind, and he's still a student. He just needs to be taught a painful lesson.

The next person to clean up is the most important.

"Go and call the club manager over."

The so-called club manager is mainly responsible for handling various miscellaneous affairs of the Nagasaki club, such as whether or not to add drinks, the scheduling of girls, the payment of salaries to cleaning staff and waiters, or handling disputes that arise within the club. On the surface, he is the main person in charge of the Nagasaki club.

He was also a subordinate of that co-principal who deceived his superiors and subordinates.

While she was calling him over, Matsushima smiled as she looked at Shirakawa beneath her. She stretched out her beautiful feet, teasing Shirakawa and letting him caress and play with them.

Matsushima grew to love Shirakawa more and more, the kind of love an emperor has for a brave and skilled general.

These days, there's no shortage of smart people, but a shortage of smart "good" people.

She was determined to bring Shirakawa under her wing and make him completely loyal to her.

Touching the woman's beautiful legs, Shirakawa was able to suppress his surging desire.

Just as he was about to stick out his tongue to lick, Matsushima grabbed the muzzle of the revolver and tapped Shirakawa's forehead lightly with the butt of the gun.

"Don't rush, I know you're anxious. Just bear with it a little longer, and let me clean up the mess first."

Shirakawa knew that this woman had already been very forgiving of him, and he couldn't push his luck any further. So he suppressed the burning desire in his heart and only let his hands wander over her white legs.

A short while later, the club manager arrived at the office.

"Boss, did you call me?" The club manager looked at the scene in front of him, a young and handsome man kneeling on the ground serving his boss, and felt a little strange.

He had followed his elder sister for so many years, and he had never seen her allow a man to be so intimate with him.

This man is extraordinary.

Upon seeing the fresh bloodstains on the carpet, the club manager felt a chill run down his spine, but he still pretended to be calm.

What on earth happened?

"Sigh~~" Matsushima sighed deeply, grabbed a bag of pink pills from the table, and glanced at the club manager.

"Tell me, what are all these?"

"This, this is just a common pill to strengthen the kidneys and enhance libido. I already reported this to you last time." The club manager was nervous, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"Oh, I see. So what's the story with those girls in the hospital's psychiatric ward?" Matsushima pressed.

"This, ma'am, you..."

“I’ve investigated everything.” Matsushima crossed his legs, letting Shirakawa kneel on the ground and stroke him. “This pill is addictive. Long-term use will cause almost irreversible mental damage to the user. Am I right?”

The club manager knew that his power was gone, so he could only lower his head and remain silent, not even daring to refute.

"You were the one who assured me confidently that these pills were safe, which is why I turned a blind eye and let Principal Kato sell them here," Matsushima continued, while the club manager remained silent.

"I never imagined that these brothers who followed me to build this empire since I took over the Bamboo Cherry Blossom Society would one day betray me." Matsushima snorted coldly, a faint sadness in his eyes.

"Boss, please listen to me." The club manager knelt on one knee and explained urgently, "The profit margin on this pill is very high, and it sells very well among the powerful and wealthy. Moreover, once these girls take it, they will become both slutty and obedient, and can be played with at will."

"So?" Matsushima appeared calm on the surface, but his hand holding the pistol began to tremble slightly.

"These women are just commodities, consumables, tools for us to make money. We can use them or dispose of them however we want, as long as they make money for us!"

"I don't deny that there are opportunistic, promiscuous women selling their bodies in Nagasaki's clubs, but some of these girls are collateral for those creditors. They can be redeemed when they have the money. Others have lost their jobs due to the economic downturn and are forced to work here because they desperately need money. Your conclusion is too arbitrary. What do you take them for?" Matsushima spoke slowly, with a hint of disappointed disappointment. No one had expected that his long-time underling would be blinded by money and utter such outrageous remarks.

"I don't care how these powerful people train or play with me. Nagasaki Club is a place for such erotic services. But if you let these girls eat this kind of stuff, you've crossed my line, and I won't let you off easily!"

Matsushima's remarks made Shirakawa look at her with new respect. He had initially thought she was a heartless gang leader who exploited girls, but it turned out she still had some principles.

Shirakawa had his own opinion; he felt that such decadent places as the Nagasaki Club should not exist.

But just like when Cecilia was arguing about pure love, Cecilia also said that if you want to pursue pure love, you should pursue pure love with everyone, which is completely contrary to what Shirakawa thought.

Everyone has different experiences, different views on life, and different values.

But Matsushima, the yakuza queen, felt that everything that happened at the Nagasaki club was just business, and that the girls were more like her employees, working for her.

She used harsh methods to eliminate dissidents and punish criminals, while adhering to her principles and bottom line.

"Both righteous and wicked," is the only way Shirakawa can describe Matsushima.

"You've followed me for so many years, you've certainly put in a lot of hard work, even if you haven't done anything particularly meritorious. But that doesn't mean this matter can be wiped clean." Matsushima took out his revolver, emptied all the bullets, put them in his pocket, took out three bullets, and put them in the magazine. "You should know how Takesakura will punish traitors, right?"

The three golden bullets are arranged in a triangle, with a bullet hole between each bullet.

"Six bullets, a one-in-half chance," Matsushima said coldly.

"Sister, I just got married, and my wife is pregnant. The child can't be without a father!" The club manager knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Matsushima.

His head hit the carpet with a dull thud.

"You can strip me of my job or kick me out, I'll give you all my money, just spare my life."

"Sorry, rules are rules."

This is also why Matsushima has been able to maintain firm control over the Takesakura-kai over the years.

Without rules, there can be no order.

Matsushima threw his revolver onto the floor.

“If you survive, you will be demoted to a staff member at the club and will do odd jobs there from now on. This is your punishment. But if you die, I will notify your family to collect your body.”

The club manager raised the gun, his hand gripping the handle trembling.

His eyes were filled with the fear of death.

The past flashes before my eyes like a revolving lantern: the time I helped my older sister "build her empire", the hard work we had when the Nagasaki Club first opened, and the joy of marrying my wife.

In just a few seconds, he recalled all the important events that had occurred in his life.

The dark muzzles of guns were pressed against the side of his head.

One-half.

This pressure is much greater than when the blond senior played Russian roulette.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment as the bodyguards watched silently, wondering if the manager could outwit death.

Click.

Nothing happened again.

This gun seems to be under a spell; if it's not fully loaded with bullets, it will definitely fire a blank.

"Congratulations, you won."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Sister Matsushima, for sparing my life." The club manager wept with joy.