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

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To be honest, Shirakawa has the basic food and lodging vouchers, so he doesn't have to worry about food or lodging at all. He doesn't have any strong desire to spend money either. He spends his days surrounded by those depraved girls and doesn't really want anything.

This gold card isn't something Shirakawa really needs.

Seeing that Shirakawa was hesitating again, Hoshimiya Rie added, "As long as you're willing to help me, just name your conditions."

"Conditions?" Shirakawa narrowed his eyes, pondering carefully.

Unexpectedly, this shrewd woman, as cunning as a snake, would actually beg a high school student for her daughter's sake.

As for the conditions, Shirakawa does have one.

“I will help you.” Shirakawa put the gold card away. “But you must answer my next question truthfully.”

"If it's not a trade secret, I will answer you to the best of my ability."

Do you know about Nagasaki Club?

"How do you know this?" Rie Hoshimiya frowned slightly.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll ask you about the Nagasaki club now, just tell me."

"The Nagasaki Club is managed by the local underground organization. It mainly engages in black market activities and is a decadent place for high-ranking and wealthy people to enjoy themselves. I don't know the specifics."

"What is the relationship between Principal Kato Taka and the Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner and the Nagasaki Club?"

"I'm not too sure about that... I won't get too involved in underworld matters."

"That's it."

Surprisingly, the Hoshimiya family is quite "pure and innocent," wealthy and powerful but not involved in these shady businesses.

"If, I mean if given the chance, would the Hoshimiya family target the Nagasaki Club?"

This is Shirakawa's ultimate goal: to use the power of the Hoshimiya family to completely destroy the Nagasaki Club, the den of evil that led kind girls astray.

Rie Hoshimiya shook her head. "First of all, the Hoshimiya family has always kept to itself and not interfere with these black industries. Secondly, there are too many forces involved in the Nagasaki Club, which are deeply intertwined and have many connections. Although the Hoshimiya family could definitely deal with them if they went all out, the result would most likely be a lose-lose situation, and it would not benefit the Hoshimiya family at all."

That makes sense. A place where a high-ranking official like the Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner can play around without worry must be controlled by someone with considerable strength and power.

We need to think of some other solutions.

"However, if you have any friends trapped in the Nagasaki Club, the Hoshimiya family can definitely rescue them. I can guarantee that 100%."

That's all we can do," Shirakawa sighed, stood up, and put the gold card away. "I'll keep a close eye on Hoshimiya Shio."

"Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well after I become the head of the family."

They're making empty promises again...

After adding Hoshimiya Rie as a Line friend, Shirakawa went to find the Nikaido sisters.

At this moment, her bodyguard slowly stepped forward, "Mr. Xinggong, he's just a student..."

"I have my own plans."

Rie Hoshimiya knew that Shirakawa held a very special place in Hoshimiya Ushio's heart.

Xing Gongxi almost searched the entire commercial street to find him.

When he was at home, he would often stare at the old, worn-out kendama that she had brought back, lost in thought.

We need to find a way to completely bring Shirakawa under our control.

127. Simple Fighting

The familiar second-floor dojo.

Nikaido had already changed into a white dojo uniform and was sitting cross-legged on the tatami floor.

Even the loose-fitting dojo uniform couldn't hide Nikaido's strong physique, and Akaza liked him more and more the more he looked at him.

I had absolutely no doubt about how my cousin, who spends all her time studying at school, developed such a strong physique.

Shirakawa pushed open the door and entered.

Nikaido immediately stood up and asked with concern, "Hey, Shirakawa, what happened? Did that boss give you a hard time?"

"No, no, we were just talking about my VIP status."

Akaza tossed his monastic uniform to Shirakawa.

"Put this on."

"Okay, okay." Shirakawa picked up the martial arts uniform from the ground, took off his clothes, and put them on.

When Nikaido saw Shirakawa's naked body, which was only wearing boxer shorts, he quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

Actually, it was peeking through the gaps between his fingers.

Shirakawa has a pretty good figure.

But upon closer inspection, why does it seem so familiar?

For some reason, her body felt itchy, and she kept feeling like she had seen Shirakawa shirtless somewhere before.

Where is it?

Can't remember.

Akaza also carefully examined Shirakawa and found that his body was a little stronger than when he last came, and the muscle contours of his chest and abdomen had become clearer.

"Have you been working out at home?"

"Yes, I exercise every night," Shirakawa replied while changing his taekwondo uniform.

"This kind of training isn't enough." Akaza walked up to Shirakawa, looked down at him, rubbed his shoulders, then squeezed his chest muscles to test their hardness. "You need more systematic training. Don't eat junk food; you need to consume high-carb, high-protein foods..."

Akaza, true to his profession, launched into a long and rambling lecture to Shirakawa.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand." Shirakawa nodded repeatedly.

Akaza pinched him, making him feel strangely itchy.

"Akaza-nee, watch your manners," Nikaido reminded her, blushing.

She casually groped Shirakawa beside her, making Nikaido a little jealous and envious.

Even though she knew that the strong and powerful Akaza-nee wouldn't be interested in Shirakawa.

"Alright, alright, I'm her coach after all, don't take it so seriously, cousin!"

Akaza didn't care at all, and patted Shirakawa's shoulder again. The few casual pats almost dislocated Shirakawa's arm.

Then she turned around and went to look for protective gear for combat practice on a shelf in the corner of the dojo.

"By the way, cousin, why did you decide to challenge Shirakawa to a duel? Did he upset you?"

Shirakawa explained, "We have a bet. If I win... mmm!"

Nikaido quickly covered Shirakawa's mouth and then replied to Akaza, continuing Shirakawa's words: "If Shirakawa wins, I'll run errands for him for a week, and if I win, he'll run errands for me."

"I see." Akaza was rummaging through the shelves and didn't notice the strange interaction between the two behind him.

"Hey, Shirakawa," Nikaido whispered in Shirakawa's ear, "My cousin always thought I was a good student who studied hard, so don't give me away!"

"So she always thought you were a good student like Maki...?"

"Don't mention her!" Nikaido punched Shirakawa in the back.

Which pot does not open which pot.

Akaza also found all the protective gear and helped the two of them put it on.

Before long, the two were getting ready to set off.

"This protective gear is very effective, so you two can fight freely."

"Then I'll give it my all." Nikaido smiled, jumped up and down, and stretched his wrists and ankles as a little warm-up.

Judging from her movements, she couldn't wait any longer.

Shirakawa's body had not fully recovered from last night's fierce battle, and he was even more exhausted because he hadn't slept all night.

But since things have come to this, there's no other way but to go ahead.

"Have you two discussed any winning rules?" Akaza asked. "You're both wearing protective gear, and you can't knock each other down, so how do you determine who wins?"

"If you can keep the opponent still for 5 seconds, that's a victory, how about it?" Nikaido replied, glancing at Shirakawa again.

“Okay.” Shirakawa nodded.

"Alright, then both sides, take your positions and get ready. I'll count down three, two, one, and then we'll begin." Akaza stood between the two like a referee.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Nikaido lunged forward and launched a sudden attack, his movements swift and fierce, a right straight punch aimed directly at Shirakawa's abdomen.

Perhaps knowing he wouldn't hurt Shirakawa, the speed of his punches was on a completely different level compared to when he was in the kitchen.

Snapped!