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

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The pill was actually made by the principal.

Thinking about it carefully, Yayoi once said that he bought his medicine from his senior.

In other words, the pills were distributed from the principal to senior students, and then sold down the line?

How dare they openly "plot" something like this here? Aren't they afraid of being overheard?

Come to think of it, a school principal and a police commissioner, even if others heard about it, no one could do anything about it.

Besides, the Western restaurant was quite noisy. If Shirakawa hadn't happened to be sitting behind them, he wouldn't have been able to hear what the two were saying.

This is bad news. It turns out the Metropolitan Police Department is an accomplice of the other party. Does that mean that even if we call the police, we can't do anything about him?

This is going to be difficult.

New dishes were served, and Shimizu and Kato dined.

Even though he had already eaten once, Kato's appetite seemed bottomless, and he was still eating heartily.

They eat with a sip of wine and a bite of rice, and their tastes are quite peculiar—Western food paired with Japanese sake, which most people really can't accept.

Jackie looked at Shirakawa, who seemed like a spy, sitting opposite him drinking thick corn porridge, her small spoon swirling in the porridge.

I feel neglected.

Seeing Jackie looking so bored, Shirakawa apologized, "Sorry, I spoiled your fun."

"Hmm~ You know that's good." Jackie put a large spoonful of corn chowder into her mouth, clearly unhappy.

“But, Jackie, I have a question for you.” Shirakawa twirled some pasta with his fork. “If someone might hurt your friend or drag someone you love into some abyss of sin, what would you do?”

“Of course I will try my best to save him!” Jackie knew that Shirakawa was continuing the discussion from before. “But you need to use the right method to save him. Calling the police can solve most problems.”

What if calling the police doesn't work?

"If calling the police doesn't work... then you'll just have to solve it yourself."

“Yes, Jackie, that’s exactly what’s happening to me right now.” Shirakawa secretly pointed to the person behind him.

The two people behind him were slightly tipsy, their cheeks flushed, talking loudly about all sorts of trivial matters, chatting and joking.

"I see, then I understand." Jackie vaguely realized that Shirakawa was fighting to save others.

"And also, what's your answer regarding being my boyfriend...?"

"I'm sorry, but I still can't grant your request." Shirakawa stood up and bowed.

"Okay..." Jackie was quite disappointed. It was the first time in her life that she had mustered up the courage to ask a guy for a boyfriend, and she was harshly rejected.

"If we're talking about going out for dinner or a movie, that's fine..."

"Isn't this just like being boyfriend and girlfriend!"

Shirakawa paused for a moment.

Cultural differences may lead to a slight difference between Jackie's understanding of male-female relationships and Shirakawa's understanding.

"Actually, we don't need to define our relationship. Can't we just get along at our own pace?"

Jackie thought about it and realized that Shirakawa was right.

The two people behind them had also almost finished eating.

"Haha, let me tell you, while you were away, the Nagasaki club received quite a few 'goodies'!"

"Let's not delay, let's go!"

Shimizu and Kato left one after the other, smiling. They hailed a taxi and were about to leave.

We need to catch up quickly!

"Sorry, I'm leaving first."

After saying goodbye to Jieqi, Baichuan quickly ran to the front desk to pay the bill, and then headed straight outside.

I only had a few thousand-yuan bills left, and I heard that taxis in Japan are very expensive.

That should be enough.

Shirakawa got into a taxi, but then Jackie opened the car door from the outside and got in.

“Jackie, you…”

"Let's go, Xiaobai, I've made up my mind. Since we're not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, let's be comrades-in-arms fighting side by side!"

Jackie patted Shirakawa on the shoulder: "Whether you want to save the world or save someone else, I will fight alongside you. Don't even think about leaving me behind to do something interesting by yourself!"

"Alright then." With Jackie by his side, Shirakawa felt much more at ease.

"Driver, follow the car in front."

Nagasaki Club, that den of iniquity for fallen girls, Shirakawa wants to see for himself.

In Volume 3, amidst the clinking of glasses and exchanging toasts, can you still hold fast to your original intentions?

105. Nagasaki Club

The taxi slowly came to a stop.

Kato and Shimizu got out of the car, the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and they swayed slightly.

The two supported each other as they walked towards a small, dilapidated glass door without a sign amidst the bright lights and bustling commercial street.

Shirakawa and Jackie also got out of the car and secretly followed.

Opening the small door, you see a staircase leading to the underground. The surrounding walls are very old and dark, with several pieces of plaster missing.

Shirakawa and Jackie tiptoed downstairs one after the other.

The stairs only lead to the basement level.

A black iron gate came into view, without any decoration, and the surrounding white walls were covered in graffiti.

This doesn't seem like a place a normal person would go.

Is this the Nagasaki Clubhouse? It feels more like a hideout for criminals.

Shirakawa gripped the doorknob and exchanged a glance with Jackie.

Jackie nodded.

Once the two were ready, Shirakawa gently turned the doorknob and slowly opened it.

The scenery before them was a world apart from the dilapidated state outside.

The bar is stylish and features exquisite and luxurious wooden tables and chairs, an expensive carpet on the floor, a high and spacious ceiling, and a huge chandelier. It's hard to imagine that a room built underground can be so bright.

Half of the room was filled with all sorts of gambling tables, where all kinds of wealthy people threw chips and cash on the tables, some pounding their chests in frustration, some jubilant, and some watching and cheering.

And there really are sexy dealers dealing cards online, and every table has one.

The other half of the room features rows of wooden tables where industry leaders in suits smoke cigars, sip drinks, and chat.

The bar is stocked with a wide variety of drinks, and a hot, sexy bartender skillfully mixes and pours the drinks, turning the bottles around.

Most of the people in the room were accompanied by pretty girls dressed in bright colors, and there were even a few that Shirakawa vaguely remembered seeing at school.

"Isn't that Reina from our class?" Jackie said, leaning closer to Shirakawa.

The girl named Rena was accompanied by a bespectacled, sharp-faced businessman with a gold watch on his wrist, which was clearly not a cheap item.

Rena was even rubbing against the man in a slightly flirtatious manner, completely unlike a student.

Shirakawa looked around but didn't see Kato or Shimizu. In a corner of the room, he saw another glass door, which seemed to lead to a staircase further down. Two burly men in suits stood guard outside the door.

If Kato and Shimizu aren't here, they must have gone downstairs.

As Shirakawa approached, the bodyguards blocked him from entering through the door.

"Sir, please show your invitation or ID card."

Neither of these two Shirakawas are present.

"I lent my ID card to someone else," Shirakawa lied. "I'm a regular customer; my father comes here often."

"Then you cannot enter, I'm very sorry."

Shirakawa was turned away.

The two bodyguards were expressionless, seemingly having been given a strict order not to enter without proof of identity.

Shirakawa peered inside from outside the door. The lights inside were flashing, and he could vaguely hear upbeat music and a girl's seductive, coquettish voice.

The services below will certainly be even more "in-depth" than those here.

“Wow, this place really looks like…it has a hometown vibe,” Jackie muttered to Shirakawa.

As Jackie approached, the two bodyguards shifted slightly to either side.

"Huh? Can I come in?" Jackie asked, pointing to herself.

"Of course, miss."