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

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Victory is in my hands!

The blond-haired senior threw the gun in front of Shirakawa.

His eyes were fixed on Shirakawa, and he hoped that next time, Shirakawa would be blown to the head.

Shirakawa's cheeks were flushed, the effects of the eyebrow medicine were clearly taking hold, and he slowly raised his hand to touch forward.

He wasn't reaching for a gun, but for a woman's leg.

What about death?

His hand tentatively caressed Matsushima's beautiful legs, gently kneading them, drool constantly flowing from his mouth.

The skin was soft and tender, with a slightly fleshy feel, and it trembled slightly when gently pinched.

Shirakawa felt his best brother was already loaded!

If he gets a little more intense stimulation, he'll be ready to fire.

Just as the bodyguards behind him were about to make a move, Matsushima waved them off.

She pulled her beautiful legs back.

Shirakawa's hand kept reaching out to grab Matsushima, as if someone had taken away his treasure.

"Bai Chuan, you'd better listen carefully to what I'm about to say. I'm giving you a chance to stop playing this game."

Shirakawa stood there with a dazed look in his eyes, breathing heavily, and did not answer.

"I'm asking you, you came to the Nagasaki Club because these addictive pink pills have hurt your classmates and friends, so you want to find out where these pills came from, right?"

Shirakawa nodded, feeling like his pants were about to explode.

"To find out their origins, they infiltrated the Nagasaki club. And then what?"

“Destroy…destroy the Nagasaki Club.” Shirakawa answered, panting heavily, each word distinct.

"How do I destroy it?"

“Record, video, the Hoshimiya family.” Shirakawa could no longer utter a complete sentence; his language center was occupied by lust and erotic fantasies.

"Video recording? Hahaha, video recording doesn't matter, since it can't be released anyway. These powerful figures will naturally help me cover it up. But what's the deal with the Xinggong family? What's their relationship with you?"

"know."

"Who do you know, Hoshimiya Shio?"

"Friends, acquaintances, friends." What Shirakawa wanted to say was that his female friends knew her and were also her friends.

But blinded by lust, the brain can only utter these few words.

"Wow~~ Not bad, not bad. You, a man, have actually managed to become friends with the head of the Xinggong family, who are all women. And now, you, as their friend, are trying to plot against Xinggong Xi behind her back, right?"

"No, no schemes, no deception. I have no improper thoughts about the Hoshimiya family." Shirakawa struggled to suppress his lust before managing to utter a complete sentence.

His body was burning hot, as if he were sitting in a steamer. His tongue and lips were so dry. He wanted to drink water and lick something.

Hungry and thirsty.

"I'm asking you, are you a dog loyal to the Hoshimiya family?" Matsushima leaned forward, asking expectantly.

Shirakawa shook his head.

"Ah, if you were a dog of the Hoshimiya family, I was going to spare your life. Too bad, keep shooting with this gun."

Shirakawa's body trembled as he stared at the pistol on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

Matsushima thought he was chickening out and scared, so she encouraged him, "Don't worry, we're only halfway there, it shouldn't be..."

Before Matsushima could finish speaking, Shirakawa grabbed the pistol from the table, pressed it against his head, and pulled the trigger.

Kara!

Nothing happened.

But after he pulled the trigger, he didn't take the gun away.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he pressed the button again.

Kara!

Still nothing happened.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger a third time, the bodyguard next to him pressed his hand down and threw the gun to the ground.

Everyone thought he had gone mad, that he had taken the wrong medication and gone insane, which was why he fired so many shots.

"Ahhh! Impossible! He cheated! He... he changed the firing order!" The blond-haired senior stood up, hysterical, and went into a frenzy.

In his eyes, this was a situation where he was doomed to die.

"He's the one who should die, he's the one!" the blond-haired man shouted hoarsely, his words slurred, but no one present paid him any attention.

"I...I'm going to die, and you...you!" The blond-haired man looked at them in despair.

Suddenly he picked up the gun, pointing it at Shirakawa one moment and Matsushima the next.

"I...I have a gun! Let me go!"

Neither the bodyguards, Matsushima, nor Shirakawa cared about him.

Sometimes, silent neglect is more painful than death.

"Bastard! Bastard! **! Aaaaaaah!" The blond-haired man roared, picked up his gun, aimed at Matsushima, and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened...

"What? What?" The blond-haired man was on the verge of collapse.

Matsushima knew that she hadn't actually loaded any real bullets into the gun.

That bullet was also a defective bullet with no gunpowder at the bottom.

Her real purpose was to use the game of Russian roulette to make the person she wanted to interrogate and understand feel an immense fear of death, thereby forcing them to reveal all sorts of useful information.

As the game progresses, players become increasingly fearful and panicked. These emotions accumulate with each round of the game, compounded by the additional rule she reveals: if you appease her, she'll let you off the hook.

No matter how stubborn or calm a person is, they will eventually be overwhelmed by this fear and will reveal any information in order to make her happy.

It's much more effective than simply holding a gun to someone's head for interrogation.

Even under those circumstances, Shirakawa remained steadfast, and Matsushima, fearing her plan would be exposed, gave him medication to prevent him from thinking rationally.

The first step of the plan was to make the players completely unaware that the guns were loaded with unfireable dummy bullets.

This blond-haired senior's reaction was the final one after playing this game.

Matsushima looked at Shirakawa with great interest.

Just for the fact that he dared to fire repeatedly, he's a real man.

This man is a decent catch, and the Hoshimiya family must have some respect for him, otherwise they wouldn't have given him a black card.

It would be good to take him in as a subordinate to manage odd jobs.

However, out of curiosity, Matsushima still asked a question.

"Hey, Shirakawa, why did you fire repeatedly just now?"

"The gun is empty," Shirakawa said haltingly.

Matsushima's eyes flashed with surprise: "How did you know?"

"Problem, problem." Shirakawa muttered, slapping himself twice, barely suppressing his burning breath, straightening his tongue, and struggling to speak, "There's something wrong with your question. You clearly want to know some information from me. You still have doubts about me, so you won't kill me easily."

"so what?"

"If you were using live bullets, the game might end with the first two shots. If I die, no one will answer your question."

"So, it was my question that betrayed me, my thirst for knowledge?"

"No, and you too. You're not nervous at all."

The drug from Cecilia was too strong; Shirakawa only managed to stay normal for a few seconds before turning into a pervert again.

Matsushima suddenly realized that if he wanted to get information from Shirakawa, he had to keep him alive. Every time Shirakawa fired a shot, he should be the one who was nervous, and he should also be worried about Shirakawa's life or death.

If the blond-haired guy dies, he's dead, but if Shirakawa dies, he won't get any information.

Matsushima looked at the man in front of her, who was still enduring the lust brought on by the drugs. Sweat soaked through his clothes, and his erect penis was still standing tall. His face, arms and elbows were all stained red.

In this situation, one can still think rationally and with evidence.

She misjudged him; this man is an absolute scoundrel.

We can't let him get away like this.

"Hey, so you guys were just messing with me!?" All the fear the blond senior had felt earlier had turned into rage.

Just then, Matsushima's confidant came over and whispered a few words in her ear.

The more he spoke, the tighter Matsushima's eyebrows furrowed, and the angrier he became.

It turns out that what Shirakawa said was true.

Her subordinate was bribed by the principal to deceive her, telling her that the pill had no side effects and that she even gave the principal special permission to sell it.

Principal Kato betrayed the trust he had placed in him and committed this outrageous act.