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

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"Okay, leave the medicine here, and you can go."

"Yes..." The blond-haired senior placed a packet of pills on the table and bowed slightly. "The transaction is now complete. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything. I'm usually here."

Alright, alright, stop nagging and get lost.

Shirakawa cursed inwardly.

Only the timid junior girl remained standing next to Shirakawa.

"You can leave now," Shirakawa said calmly.

The junior stood there, stunned, unable to believe Shirakawa's words. This man did nothing and just let her leave like that?

"Stay away from these hooligans in the future, and don't go to karaoke with strangers anymore, understand?" Shirakawa scolded his junior like a parent.

Because Shirakawa was wearing a mask, the junior student couldn't accurately estimate his age based on his voice and only half of his face, so she could only treat him as an elder and nodded repeatedly.

Shirakawa then took out two hundred-yen bills from his pocket and handed them to his junior.

"Go out and buy some good food, go home and take a good shower, say goodbye to this dirty and chaotic life experience, study hard, get into a good school, and live a good life."

"Th...thank you." The shy junior blushed and managed to squeeze out only these few words after a long pause.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and go home. Don't get in my way here." Shirakawa had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and quickly shooed the girl away.

Who knows what will happen after the people arrive?

The junior student bowed several times with deep gratitude before hurriedly leaving this land of despair.

"Sigh." Shirakawa sighed and put the pills in his pocket.

Tonight's efforts have been in vain.

Shirakawa helped the girl for a simple reason: to alleviate his deep sense of guilt, and also because he felt pity for the poor girl.

Doing good deeds makes me feel better.

Anyway, the 300 million yen I have was given to me by Suzuki, so it's a windfall. I might as well spend it.

It wasn't entirely without gain; these pills could perhaps be taken somewhere for testing to see what their ingredients were.

And that despicable blond senior, he took my money and thought he could spend it happily? One day, I'll take care of him myself.

Forget it, I'll just go home today, spend some time with the gentle Aunt Meidu, heal my soul, and then have a good night's sleep!

Shirakawa misses Aunt Mito's embrace again.

He got up and stretched.

"Pretty comfortable, huh!" Matsushima entered through the door with his bodyguards, one of whom was holding the arm of the blond-haired senior.

Huh? Who is she? Who is she talking about?

Bai Chuan followed her gaze and looked behind him. There was nothing there. Looking around, he realized that everyone was staring at him.

?

Looking for me?

"Hello, um, how can I help you?"

188. First Encounter with Yoshiko Matsushima

Shirakawa pretends to be clueless, but he understands everything perfectly well.

This young woman perfectly matched his impression of a gangster boss.

Judging from her demeanor and the bodyguards following her, this woman must be the owner of the Nagasaki Club.

But why did she come to arrest me?

Could it be that Miike's secret recording last night has been exposed?

Wait a minute, if I was exposed yesterday, they should have arrested me yesterday?

Shirakawa really couldn't understand it.

The blond-haired senior was held by the arms of two tall bodyguards, remaining silent and quite obedient.

"He's quite polite!" Matsushima waved his hand, and his bodyguard immediately stepped forward to restrain Shirakawa.

The guests inside the club watched all this in silence, exchanging glances with puzzled expressions.

This is their entertainment venue. Why did the owner, Matsushima, suddenly intervene and arrest people?

"I'm sorry, everyone, a rat has sneaked into the Nagasaki Club. Please don't panic, I'll take care of it right away." Matsushima bowed deeply to the group of celebrities, then led them to the third basement level.

The third basement level is the girls' dormitory and also Matsushima's office.

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Shirakawa was dragged to Matsushima's room and couldn't help but gasp.

You can still vaguely see the blackened and purplish bloodstains on the exquisite carpet, and there is an exquisite flintlock musket in the glass display case.

Matsushima Yoshiko sat in a black leather chair, legs crossed, and tapped the table with her fingertip: "Kneel down."

thump.

The blond-haired senior obediently knelt on the carpet, his face full of terror, cold sweat pouring down his face, his whole body trembling, and he didn't say a word.

Those muscular bodyguards, who looked like gangsters, bowed down to this woman.

This all suggests the woman's ruthlessness.

Instead of kneeling down, Shirakawa tried to reason with her first: "Um, ma'am, please don't be in such a hurry..."

Matsushima pulled out the exquisite revolver from his waist.

what?

She actually has a gun?

"Kneel down." Matsushima wiped her beloved toy pistol in front of Shirakawa, repeating the words casually, clearly threatening him.

With a gun pointed at him, he had no choice but to obey her.

Shirakawa knelt on the ground.

“Your name is Shirakawa, right?” Matsushima held a gun in one hand and took out a cigarette case with the other. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"My name is Matsushima Miko, I'm the boss of the Takesakura Club, and also the owner of this place." Matsushima put down her cigarette case, took out a gold lighter, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of smoke, looking casual and carefree.

Shirakawa knew that this woman was just like Hoshimiya Shio, and even more ruthless.

"Whose invitation is this?"

"It's the owner of the Akiyama Group." Shirakawa could only tell the truth now.

"you sure?"

"I am sure."

“Alright, you!” Matsushima pointed at one of the henchmen in black, “Bring me his invitation.”

Shirakawa placed the invitation on the table, and Matsushima took a small ultraviolet lamp from a drawer under the wooden table and shone it on the invitation.

When the corner of the invitation was illuminated by the light, a line of numbers appeared. Matsushima entered the number into his phone, and the name that came up was indeed Akiyama.

"What era are we living in? Why aren't they using electronic devices?" Shirakawa thought to himself.

"That's quite honest. But how did Mr. Akiyama's invitation end up in your hands?"

“His son and I go to the same high school. I have something on his son that I can use to get this invitation.”

I've also heard of Matsushima, the eldest son of the Akiyama family. He's known for being fun-loving and playful, so it's not surprising that Shirakawa has something on him.

"What's your purpose here?"

"I just came here to have some fun. I'm a bit horny and I've always been curious about places like this."

Shirakawa certainly couldn't say that he came to take down the Nagasaki Club.

“That’s not right,” Matsushima called to his underling, who walked behind Shirakawa and kicked him hard.

Shirakawa was kicked and fell to the ground.

“You brought two women here last night, and it’s understandable that you didn’t lay a hand on any of them. But tonight, you came here, chatted with this blond guy for a bit, and then planned to go home. Are you really just here to have some fun?” Matsushima pointed to the security camera in the room, implying that everything that happened at the Nagasaki club was under her control.

Shirakawa lay on the ground, and faced with overwhelming force and pressure, he could only try to remain calm and think of a solution.

"Well~ it's okay if you don't tell the truth. Lie down on the ground and think it over. I have plenty of time to waste with you. But let me ask your good friend first." Matsushima pointed at the blond senior, whose bodyguard grabbed his shoulder and dragged him up.

The blond-haired senior had never seen anything like this before, and his legs trembled uncontrollably: "Big sister, I, I know Principal Kato, he brought me here."

“Principal Kato? He’s a distinguished guest,” Matsushima said with an enigmatic smile. “Don’t be afraid. Let me ask you, what did you and this Shirakawa talk about just now?”

"He wants me to drug Xinggong Xi, saying that Xinggong Xi can be my protector!" The blond senior immediately betrayed Bai Chuan.

He was genuinely afraid; he wanted to live. He would tell everything, no matter what, and he was willing to betray anyone.

"Hoshimiya Shio?" Upon hearing this name, Matsushima jumped up from his seat in surprise.