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

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It would look a bit strange to put it on her now.

Shirakawa wore a sky-blue leather mask without any decoration.

The three of them prepared the camera, and Sanchi and Jieqi put on their collars.

"I'll say it again, no matter what happens, stay calm, don't do anything out of line, protect yourself, understand?"

Shirakawa repeatedly emphasized this point.

"Okay, okay, Xiaobai, why are you acting like an old woman..."

“Especially you, Miike-nee,” Shirakawa warned, fearing that Miike, bursting with a sense of justice, might do something impulsive.

"No matter what happens, I will stay calm." Miike nodded and solemnly agreed.

"That's good."

Shirakawa led the two through the dilapidated little door.

Jackie followed Shirakawa for a few steps, then looked back at Miike's car.

I still feel like something's not quite right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Hey, Jackie! Hurry up."

"Oh, here it comes!"

After they all leave.

click!

Miike's car lock suddenly opened.

The back door slowly opened...

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The group, wearing masks, arrived at the basement lobby and headed straight for the stairwell guarded by burly bodyguards in suits.

Shirakawa showed them the invitation, and after the two bodyguards read it, they let the three of them pass.

The three of them pushed open the glass door and slowly walked down the stairs.

With each step, the girls' giggling and seductive panting, the men's drinking and shouting, and the bursts of cheers grew clearer and clearer.

At the end of the stairs was another glass door, through which colorful lights shone.

Shirakawa walked up to the glass door and was stunned by the sight before him, speechless.

Michi, who was following behind, also frowned.

"Hehe, Little White, you've never seen anything like this before, have you? Let me see." Jackie, who was following at the back, laughed.

She quickened her pace and came up behind Shirakawa.

"Hiss~~" Jackie also gasped.

The view on the second basement level is far more exaggerated than that on the first basement level.

In the corner stood a bar counter, displaying a dazzling array of drinks. Masked men sat around the counter, enjoying their drinks and conversation.

On one side, there was also a gambling area where people played cards and rolled dice, and money and masked girls flowed around like chips.

In the center was a large stage, with flashing lights creating a decadent atmosphere. Hot and seductive women danced pole dancing and striptease, their revealing and daring clothes highlighting their faces and figures. Every dance move was meant to provoke the surrounding audience.

On the other side were rows of booths, where men in suits and ties sat, looking like they were of high status.

Each booth is equipped with a small curtain that can be pulled down.

They slightly beckoned to each other, and the beautiful young woman swayed in, then pulled the curtain aside...

Actually, it didn't block out much; it just made things appear subtly, adding a touch of charm.

The people inside aren't afraid of being seen, since they all wear masks and no one recognizes anyone else.

Even if they recognize you, it doesn't matter. They're all politicians or wealthy tycoons; they're all birds of a feather who come to places like this.

The women who provide services at the club come in all shapes and sizes, from tall to short, thin to plump, from young schoolgirls to older women, and have all sorts of skin colors.

Some were wearing school uniforms, some were wearing sexy lingerie, some were dressed up in flamboyant outfits, and some were wearing slit dresses.

You can also see those petite, short, cute, and very young girls...

It belongs to all the beautiful girls in the human xp good ball area, you can find them there.

They all have in common that they have good figures and beautiful faces, even though they have masks covering the upper half of their faces.

A den of love, a paradise of dopamine, a happy kingdom for the rich and powerful.

Michi swallowed hard; the sight alone made his mouth dry.

Her body involuntarily moved closer to Shirakawa.

Shirakawa pushed open the door and walked in. A male waiter in uniform quickly greeted him upon seeing a new customer.

"Hello, are you all new customers?" The male waiter bowed slightly respectfully.

"Ah, yes, a new guest." Shirakawa was still immersed in the "springtime scene" when he was suddenly interrupted and was startled, so he stammered his reply.

"Hello, let me first introduce Nagasaki Club to you."

The waiter pointed to a small room: "That's our changing room. Please feel free to take the masks and clothes inside. If you like them, just take them."

"Regarding the girls here, I want to emphasize that the girls who don't wear masks are our staff and can be used freely. We conduct blood tests daily, and they won't have any diseases, so please rest assured, sir. The girls who wear masks are generally brought by the guests themselves, and there are two types: those with collars and those without. The ones without collars can also be used freely, or as gambling chips. The ones with collars are generally the guests' personal belongings... Please be aware of this."

"Oh, okay. I understand." Shirakawa happened to see an empty booth and was about to sit down.

"Please wait a moment!" The waiter stopped them.

"how?"

"For safety reasons, our new guests must undergo a blood test. We apologize for the inconvenience." The waiter bowed deeply. "Please follow me."

The waiter led them to a room that could be described as a small hospital, filled with all sorts of sophisticated medical equipment.

The young girl lay on the hospital bed, barely alive. Her large breasts were covered in sexy lingerie, dripping with wax. She had many old wounds on her body, all of which were covered up by various cosmetics.

Some girls have various whip marks and scars, causing them immense suffering.

They were all at the prime of their youth, yet they weren't in school, weren't enjoying their youth, and were being treated like "toys" in the club.

Shirakawa felt deeply sorry.

"Please don't be offended, our guests here have some strange hobbies, please don't worry."

Shirakawa sat opposite the doctor, his arm bound with a rubber band as blood was drawn.

Michi and Jackie also repeated this process.

After the blood draw, Shirakawa asked curiously, "Where did you recruit all these girls who work here?"

They didn't seem to want to work here.

"Ah, some of them were sold here because their families went bankrupt and they were in debt, and some were forced into prostitution because they had no other choice. Don't worry, the girls working at our club all have their own dormitories and canteens, and they won't have much contact with the outside world. Your information won't be exposed to outsiders," the waiter explained based on his experience.

Shirakawa nodded repeatedly, feeling pity for them as he looked at their suffering.

Although some of the girls outside were clearly enjoying themselves.

However, most of them, like those lying in hospital beds, were forced to come here to work.

If given the chance, Shirakawa wants to lead them out of this hellhole...

But what good would it do to bring them out? Their only advantage is that they're good-looking. With these scars on their bodies, they'd probably have a hard time surviving independently in society.

Shirakawa wasn't particularly wealthy or powerful, nor did he own any property or work, so the help he could offer was quite limited...

Forget it, let's focus on gathering intelligence and dealing with the principal first.

The doctor quickly finished the examination and handed the report to the male waiter.

The male waiter glanced around, making sure everyone was healthy and free of any strange "infectious diseases," and then bowed deeply again.

"The inspection is complete, everything is normal. We apologize for the inconvenience, and we hope you enjoy the services here."

144. Nagasaki Clubhouse (2)

The three people sat down in the empty booth.

The luxurious leather sofas are soft and comfortable, surrounded by colorful lights and beautiful women walking around with cat-like gaits.

The waiter brought over a large glass pitcher filled with lemonade, filled three small cups with it, and then another waiter brought a fruit platter. Overall, the service was quite attentive.

Shirakawa pulled down the curtain, lowered his voice, and discussed countermeasures.

"Michi, is it okay to expose the video to the media as evidence?" Shirakawa asked.

Shirakawa didn't want to stay here any longer; the environment made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

“Not enough,” Miike replied softly. “What these people are doing so far doesn’t constitute a serious crime, and these services are all within the scope of the laws and regulations governing the sex industry.”

If judged by the laws and regulations of the original world, these people would be in jail.

I never imagined that the laws and regulations in this world would be so lenient.