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Shinji Aoba harasses Makoto Aso, viciously cursing the girl and attacking Makoto's profession, character, and physical defects.
Asou Makoto trembled, her eyes filled with grievance and helplessness. She believed she was definitely not the shameless girl that Aoba Shinji described.
She didn't go to any of the cafes in Akihabara that wanted her to sell harps; she only came to work here because the female owner of Little Wildcats wouldn't let her do those kinds of jobs.
While it's certainly a bit strange to unleash magic while wearing a maid outfit, isn't this a normal, emerging service industry?
As for her teeth, they are indeed uneven like many Japanese girls' teeth, but not too badly. They are not ugly when she opens her mouth, and certainly not to the point of being called "mammoth teeth".
Asou Makoto, who was being pestered by Aoba Shinji, cast helpless glances at the passersby. Naturally, all she received in response was indifference.
In Japan's distorted, high-pressure society, especially in Tokyo, it's already incredibly difficult to just survive and take care of oneself; nobody wants to meddle in other people's business.
On a floor of a building opposite Nakano Broadway, Mai Shutoku lay by the window with a tranquilizer sniper rifle set up, observing the situation at the entrance of Nakano Broadway through the scope.
"Where did you find such a rare find?" Jiu De Mai exclaimed in amazement.
“I put a fake flyer in front of his house, saying that the maid cafes in Nakano Broadway are having a 20% discount today.”
"So simple?"
“It’s easy to lure him here, but finding such a top-notch person is not easy at all. I’ve had people searching for him for a long time.”
Su Enxi, holding up her binoculars, explained, "Being obsessed with anime, neglecting personal hygiene, and most importantly, having strong antisocial tendencies—this kind of person is perfect for playing a villain."
"Don't you think it's too dangerous? Your employee has his wrist grabbed by him. If you make a fuss with the high school girl, the boss might just stuff you into a cement bucket and sink you into Tokyo Bay."
"I know my limits, and so does that fat otaku."
Aso Makoto's maid outfit had long sleeves, and not an inch of her skin was stained. And look at that fat otaku, he just held Aso Makoto's wrist the whole time, verbally abusing her to vent his displeasure, but there was no other physical contact.
This is a very clever tactic; even if the police come, they cannot charge him with indecent assault.
Most importantly, you're here. If he shows any signs of losing control, just shoot him. He'll be asleep like Kogoro Mouri.
"So professional! No wonder she's a trusted career woman."
"Of course."
Su Enxi raised her head slightly, paused, and then suddenly urged Jiu Demai in a low voice: "Quickly, retreat quickly, the Holy Son and his Mercedes have already appeared at the street corner."
Our mission has been successfully completed. Now it's time for the hero to arrive, the hero to save the damsel in distress, and the hero to succumb to the charms of a beautiful woman. We must not let the Holy Son and the others discover that this farce has been manipulated, and we must not let them find out that we are here.
Caesar, and Chu Zihang, both possess very keen senses; even the Son of God's own Peter Senses can sometimes be quite accurate.
Mai Shude glanced one last time through the scope at the student girl who was inferior to her in every way, and reluctantly put away her tranquilizer sniper rifle.
Chapter 130
Two black Mercedes cars slowly pulled up in front of Nakano Broadway, cutting off the flow of people in the middle of the north exit of Nanmenkou subway station. The cars' high price and luxurious curves attracted the attention of many people.
The Mercedes-Benz S-Class is an absolute luxury sedan. An average office worker would have to work for four or five years without spending a penny to afford one. The immense wealth and social status hidden behind the car can be overwhelming for an average office worker.
The front passenger door opened first, and a girl with dark red hair stepped out. Her bright eyes, white teeth, and tall figure instantly amazed everyone. Her clothes were very much in the style of a Japanese high school student, but all her clothes were from high-end brands, definitely not something an ordinary high school girl could afford.
Could it be a female celebrity? No, it shouldn't be. Although she's a bit too tall, she's so beautiful that she couldn't possibly be unknown, whether she's an idol, singer, or actress.
If she's not a celebrity, then she must be a princess or a rich heiress. Speaking of which, aren't these rich heiresses usually sitting in the back seat of a car, in the boss's seat behind the front passenger?
As passersby were stunned by Chen Motong's beauty, the back seat door opened immediately, and a shiny Berluti shoe stepped out first. A hand wearing an IWC watch rested on the car frame, and a man, or rather a boy, quickly climbed out of the car.
He was tall and upright, over 1.85 meters, wearing an expensive white peak lapel suit from Armani's ready-to-wear collection. The suit was unbuttoned, and although it wasn't haute couture, it still fit him very well because of his great physique.
His black, medium-length hair appears messy but has actually been styled by a designer, reminiscent of Takuya Kimura and Takeshi Kaneshiro in their younger days. His handsome and refined features surpass those of Johnny's idols, and his slightly furrowed brows and melancholic eyes convey a hint of impatience.
Aso stared blankly at the man who stepped out of the luxury car, temporarily forgetting that he was still being harassed by a shameless fat otaku.
White teeth!
This aura, this appearance, this physique—he must be the son of a legendary aristocratic family, the result of generations of genetic refinement and selection. Even Hikaru Genji from The Tale of Genji couldn't compare.
In a daze, Makoto Aso had a concrete concept of Genji, who was described in "The Tale of Genji" as "astoundingly beautiful and able to shine as brightly as the sun and moon".
If Genji was like this, it wouldn't be surprising that he was favored by so many women.
The car doors opened one after another, and Caesar, Chu Zihang, Susie, and Yabuki Sakura followed suit, eliciting gasps of amazement.
When so many handsome and beautiful young men and women who are not idols or celebrities appear on the street at the same time, it will more or less attract the attention of passers-by.
"Ashiba!"
Gao Kui uttered a Korean curse, his brows furrowed as he pulled at his white suit and cursed in Chinese: "I'm fucking fed up with this suit. When you choose clothes for yourself, you always pick styles that are appropriate for the season and climate. Caesar and Chu Zihang are the same."
Why did you have to pick such a formal suit for me, and insist that I wear it today? Don't you have no idea how hot it is today? It's a full 31 degrees Celsius in Tokyo!
"Caesar and Chu Zihang didn't buy suits because they already have countless suits for formal occasions, so they don't need to buy any."
Chen Motong spoke with conviction.
"Then why do I have to wear this outfit today?"
Chen Motong didn't answer immediately, but instead looked her handiwork up and down again. Gao Kui's outfit, along with the other clothes stuffed into the shopping bag, were all chosen and coordinated by her.
Perfect, both in terms of his own taste and Gao Kui's appearance and fashion sense. Gao Kui might not have been able to pull off this style of suit before, but after cultivating the power of the Nine Dragons, he became a true clothes hanger.
After a moment's thought, Chen Motong asked in return, "Don't you think your style is very similar to that of Kiryu Kazuma from 'Yakuza'?"
"You need to distinguish between the characters in literary works and reality."
Takagi Asahi and Yabuki Sakura spread their hands: "It's true that gangsters in movies and games wear bespoke suits all year round, which is very cool, but do real Japanese gangsters wear suits regardless of the occasion or weather?"
"No."
Sakura Yabuki shook her head: "Many of the high-ranking yakuza I know do wear proper suits all year round, and they even compare the brands, product lines, and craftsmanship of their suits."
Tokyo's latitude does indeed mean you can wear formal attire year-round. Today is a bit unusual, with the temperature slightly higher, but it will rain soon and the temperature will drop quickly.
"Here." Chen Motong shrugged at Gao Kui.
Gao Kui remained expressionless, but eventually accepted the fact that he was the only one among the group dressed formally. On the bright side, although it was indeed a bit hot, it was certainly impressive enough, giving off the vibe of the fourth chairman of the Tojo Clan.
After arguing about the suits, Gao Kui turned around impatiently to deal with the issues between Aoba Shinji and Aso Makoto, and kicked them without saying a word.
"Dulei Loumu, I saw you harassing that girl in the car just now, you little bastard. You didn't even run away when you saw me get out of the car. You've got some nerve, you son of a bitch!"
The size 44 shoe sole hit Shinji Aoba squarely in the side. Even though Takagi deliberately held back a lot of force, he still managed to kick Shinji Aoba from the entrance of Nakano Broadway into the house.
Shinji Aoba slid across the floor for more than ten meters before passing out on the spot.
"That brat sleeps pretty well." Gao Kui continued to grumble, anxiously adjusting his suit and shirt collar, his words and hand gestures being particularly numerous.
"Give me the suit."
Chu Zihang silently walked behind Gao Kui and raised his hand, keenly sensing that Gao Kui's state was somewhat off. Compared to Kiryu Kazuma in "Yakuza," he was more like Tony Montana in "Scarface."
When a person is in a high-temperature environment, the areas of the brain responsible for regulating emotions are limited in function, and more stress-related cortisol is secreted. Coincidentally, Gao Kui was mentally ill.
During the summer vacation, while Gao Kui was still in the mental hospital, Professor Guderian and Angers would intentionally control his outdoor activity time, as excessively high temperatures would cause greater fluctuations in Gao Kui's mental state.
Gao Kui took off his suit jacket and handed it to Chu Zihang. Chen Motong also regretted her decision to insist that Gao Kui dress so formally. She thought there wouldn't be many outdoor activities today, so this wouldn't happen.
After straightening his collar, Gao Kui immediately felt refreshed, and the anxiety and restlessness that had been coursing through his body disappeared. He then recounted his experience working here to everyone.
"Let me tell you, I know this place very well. There's a detective agency near the elevator on the basement level. The owner is named Kyoko Kuroi, a very beautiful blonde woman, but her true identity is the thirteenth Royal Knight, the Ultimate-level Digimon Alphamon..."
Digimon?
The group, who had come on Gao Kui's advice because he claimed to be very familiar with Nakano Broadway, suddenly felt that he was not very reliable. We could believe him to some extent if he said the detective agency president was your girlfriend, but what's with Digimon? When did you develop fluency aphasia...?
Chen Motong and the others stood at the door muttering to themselves, completely ignoring the unconscious Aoba Shinji.
As Sakura Yabuki passed by Makoto Aso, she stopped, took out a business card, and handed it to him: "Don't worry about what happened earlier. Someone will come to handle the aftermath soon."
"If you encounter any trouble in the future, just call this number and say that Sakura Yabuki referred you."
"Thank you...thank you."
Aso Makoto snapped out of his daze, glanced again at Kao Kui who was talking non-stop about his past experiences, and unconsciously turned on his fan filter.
A slight neuroticism, in her eyes, transformed into brilliance. The violent tendencies stemming from anxiety turned into a fierce hatred of evil.
"Um... are you tourists visiting Japan?" Aso asked hesitantly, noticing that Gao Kui was speaking Chinese.
"They are, and I'll tentatively call myself their guide."
"Oh~" Aso Makoto accepted the business card, somewhat disappointed.
Although she was just an ordinary girl, she had absolutely no connection with those important figures. She knew very well that the story of a prince falling in love with Cinderella only happened in fairy tales and idol dramas.
Genji, who had just saved her and knocked out Shinji Aoba, hadn't even given her a second glance. He and that noblewoman who got out of the passenger seat were probably a couple.
But Makoto Aso still couldn't help but feel hopeful and longing. In any case, Gao Kui, who had been dealt with by Chen Motong, fit her criteria for a partner.
Even if you can't be boyfriend and girlfriend with this kind of boy, just talking to him a few times, having a chance encounter, or meeting him again can bring you joy.
Unfortunately, the other party is Chinese.
First, there's the language barrier; second, the other person is just a tourist visiting Japan, and after touring the popular tourist spots, they might leave the country and never return to Japan, disappearing completely from her life.
A maid cafe?
The flyer he was holding was suddenly snatched away. Aso Makoto turned around abruptly and found that Gao Kui, who had been chatting with Chen Motong and the others, had suddenly appeared in front of him, snatched the flyer from his hand and examined it, speaking fluent Tokyo Japanese.
"Can I get a delicious omelet rice set meal at 8% off with this coupon for the new store opening?"
Gao Kui read the text on the flyer's liner note, then looked at Asou Makoto: "Does this omelet rice set meal include maid magic?"
He asked the question in Japanese.
What... what's going on? Weren't you supposed to be a tourist from China? How come your Japanese is so fluent?
Caesar took the flyer from Gao Kui and glanced at it. He said in Chinese, "It should be the kind of omelet rice that includes maid magic. It's 3700 yen for a set meal, while a regular omelet rice is less than 1000 yen."
"Does this set meal include that maid magic?" Gao Kui continued to ask in Japanese.
Aso Makoto lowered his head, his cheeks slightly flushed, and corrected, "It's the super delicious magic that makes omelet rice incredibly delicious, and you can also take a photo with the maid using the shop's Polaroid camera."
Gao Kui was filled with awe; he was truly meticulous.
In his memory, those long, cringeworthy names were usually used by stores to embarrass customers and create hype; even the staff wouldn't call out those names when calling out numbers.
The girl in front of me can say that long and embarrassing name so easily. I have to say she is a professional employee of a maid café.
Gao Kui turned to Chu Zihang and the others and said, "I've suddenly changed my mind. How about we go to the maid cafe first and experience the legendary maid cafe?"
“Whatever,” Susie shrugged.