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"Mr. Caesar's eyes are both captivating and terrifying."
Girls have seen their share of ups and downs. They've all heard of, if not experienced, scenes of powerful figures in the underworld drawing guns and shooting each other in private rooms without a word.
The girls, skilled at lightening the mood, quickly used exclamations and sighs to downplay the previous conflict and tension, smoothly steer the conversation to the topic of eye contact in a few words.
"Speaking of the eyes."
One of the girls held her hands to her heart, her expression slightly exaggerated like a Japanese variety show, and looked around at the four people and Kazama Ruri: "The four gentlemen and Ruri-san all have eyes that are captivating."
Your teeth are so white, just looking into your eyes makes me want to fall in love with them.
"Whose eyes are the most beautiful?"
The girls naturally started discussing whose eyes were the most beautiful in the private room. Gao Kui casually took the cocktail handed to him by Kazama Ruri and drank it all in one gulp, also pondering this question in his mind.
However, the target audience is not limited to the men and women in the private room, but to everyone they know.
Both Caesar and Chu Zihang have beautiful eyes, and they can be quite unfocused. Whether their eyes are gentle, angry, or fierce, Gao Kui believes that as long as their emotions are right, they can definitely show the corresponding expression in their eyes.
However, neither Caesar's nor Chu Zihang's eyes had any "distinctive features" or stood out.
If scored out of 100, their height, facial features, and temperament—each element contributing to their individual charm—all scored over 90 points, making them practically perfect. This resulted in their eyes not being particularly prominent.
The most beautiful eyes belong to Xia Mi, as well as Genjiro and Kazama Ruri, whom I just met today.
Xia Mi needs no introduction; aside from her rather slender figure, everything about her is perfect. Her eyes aren't actually more outstanding than the rest of her features, but Xia Mi's pentagonal features are clearly more pentagonal than Caesar's or Chu Zihang's.
Genjiro's eyes were sharp, unusually sharp, and extremely aggressive. Kazama Ruri's eyes, on the other hand, were quite the opposite, appearing gentle and alluring, without any aggression.
Just like Gao Kui himself, who has a pair of eyes that are full of brokenness and melancholy, and who look at toilets with deep affection, Genjiro and Kazama Ruri are the same. When their expressions do not fluctuate much, they can make people feel sharp and gentle.
The girls chattered excitedly, and in the end, they only came to the conclusion that Gao Kui, Yuan Zhisheng, and Kazama Ruri's eyes were equally matched.
Despite the widespread disgust directed at the scoundrel Genjiro, the girls dared not offend this powerful figure. The sordid affairs among powerful people were their business, none of their concern.
Kazama Ruri handed a glass of Margarita, which wasn't low in alcohol, to Gao Kui, while raising a glass of champagne for herself: "Let's toast to Gao Kui's eyes."
Gao Kui suddenly came to his senses, afraid that Kazama Ruri might spill the wine in his eyes. Seeing that everyone, including Genji, was just raising their glasses and drinking normally, he then finished his Margarita.
Before she could mix the drinks, Kazama Ruri grabbed the Hennessy XO from the table and poured it into Gao Kui's glass.
“Be careful that your hearts are not weighed down by gluttony, drunkenness and the anxieties of life.”
That day will come suddenly on you like a snare, for it will come on everyone who dwells on the face of the whole earth.
"Be always vigilant and pray that you may escape all that is to come and be able to stand before the Son of Man."
The strong liquor, one glass after another, made Gao Kui less clear-headed. In his daze, Gao Kui seemed to see Emmanuel in the private room.
He sat in an inconspicuous corner of an inconspicuous private room, his arms resting on his knees, and spoke to Gao Kui the words he had once spoken to believers in the Jerusalem Temple.
Gao Kui still couldn't tell whether Emmanuel had truly come or if he was experiencing another episode of hallucinations. He was 99% convinced that Emmanuel was the Son of God, but his mental illness was also real.
At this moment, besides the possibility that Emmanuel had actually come and that he was experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations, another new possibility emerged: he was drunk, and this was the first time he had ever been drunk since he could remember.
The feeling wasn't bad, but it wasn't wonderful either. Everything in sight seemed unreal, like a dream.
At this moment, Kazama Ruri handed Gao Kui a glass of brandy: "Let's toast to Mr. Gen's eyes."
Gao Kui took the wine glass and subconsciously glanced at the corner of the private room.
Immanuel, who had appeared there without a sound, disappeared, and the proverbs of Immanuel that had been heard by him were replaced by a Gregorian chant that he had never heard before.
"Prostitutes are deep pits, and brothels are narrow slums."
She lies in ambush like a robber; she has made many treacherous people among them.
Who has misfortune? Who has sorrow?
Who is fighting? Who is complaining?
Who was injured for no reason? Whose eyes are red with anger?
It refers to those who linger over drinking and frequently seek out mixed drinks.
The wine was reddish, shimmering in the glass, and though it went down smoothly...
In the end, it will bite you like a snake and sting you like a venomous snake.
Is this really a sacred chant? Gao Kui wasn't quite sure; "Mother" had never taught him this or sung it to him.
After everyone raised their glasses, they drank the wine in one gulp, and Gao Kui followed suit.
The hymns in my ears stopped.
Then everyone looked at Kazama Ruri. Gao Kui and Genji's eyes became the reason for clinking glasses, and Kazama Ruri's eyes were no exception.
Kazama Ruri poured another glass of wine into Gao Kui's cup, then nestled into his arms. For a hostess, this was perfectly normal behavior; it was Kazama Ruri's previous actions that were abnormal.
The other girls either nestled in Yuan Zhisheng's or Caesar's arms, or clung to Chu Zihang's stiff arm, while only Kazama Ruri sat close to Gao Kui.
However, she is a legend in the local customs, so it's normal for her to be a little reserved.
Now, she's just like any other girl.
Gao Kui could clearly feel the touch of the girl's breasts in his arms; they were warm, alluring, and soft. It seemed that this legendary gigolo wasn't entirely without substance after all.
"Gao Kui-kun, are my eyes beautiful?"
The girl nestled in the man's arms, her face tilted back, her soft, alluring eyes as gentle as water.
Gao Kui lowered his head and did not answer. Even in the dim light, Gao Kui could still read a sense of vulnerability and a strong desire to be saved in Kazama Ruri's eyes.
These are eyes that can completely evoke Gao Kui's empathy.
I remember a few years ago when I was tormented by mental illness, Gao Kui could always see despair on his face in the mirror and the same longing in his eyes.
Longing for a powerful being to descend upon one's heart and say to one's soul: I am your savior.
"Thank you."
Kazama Ruri understood Gao Kui's gaze, suddenly picked up the glass of brandy that was supposed to be poured for Gao Kui, took a sip and put it in her mouth, then cupped Gao Kui's cheek and kissed the boy's lips.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~"
The girls started to cheer. This level of flirtation is not common in nightclubs, but it's not unusual either. With all the bright lights and lively atmosphere, what young man or woman could resist?
Caesar joined in the commotion, his handsome face flushed red, and he jumped onto the table, holding a half-empty bottle of wine, and began to dance a simple Latin dance.
Chu Zihang didn't join in the commotion. He simply took out his phone and snapped a few photos of Gao Kui, who was passively kissing Kazama Ruri, next to him.
It's really unethical for you to secretly take pictures while we're out fooling around, but Chu Zihang just wanted to take a few.
"Pfft~" Genji sprayed a mouthful of wine onto Caesar, his whole body trembling. "What the hell are you doing, my brother!"
At this moment, an even more deafening roar came from the ceiling above everyone's heads, a roar that could drown out all the noise, as if it were also cheering for the two people in the private room.
Chapter 122 No Longer Human
The crisp brandy flowed into the boy's mouth, and the girl's lips left his.
Caesar stopped dancing, Chu Zihang put away his phone, and everyone on the stage, along with the dancers and everyone below who were twisting their bodies and releasing their hormones, looked up at the sky.
This nightclub has a slightly different layout. There is only one floor above ground, which is mainly used as a bar, lobby, and staff lounge. The real entertainment area is on the first and second basement levels.
Having just been kissed by Kazama Ruri, and already somewhat tipsy, Gao Kui turned his head groggily to look at Genjiro: "What happened?"
The nightclub is a business under the Sheqi Eight Family, so it's only natural to turn to Genjiro, the host, when problems or troubles arise.
The nightclub manager rushed downstairs and shouted to the customers downstairs to keep the music playing and dancing, saying it was just a minor problem. Then he ran to a corner private room, bent down and whispered in Genji's ear what had happened.
He's a member of the Bando Alliance.
They drove two minibuses with reinforced bumpers straight into the nightclub's lobby from the main entrance, and then more than twenty gangsters got out of the vehicles and started attacking the nightclub's security personnel.
Incidentally, the nightclub's security personnel are actually members of the Sheqi Bajia yakuza, just disguised as security personnel. While I wouldn't say the whole world, at least in East Asia, yakuza are generally involved in security, construction materials, logistics, and real estate-related industries.
The nightclub manager's voice wasn't loud.
But just as Genjiro and his friends could hear the whispers between Kazuki and Ruri Kazama, they could also hear the whispers between the nightclub manager and Genjiro.
Yuan Zhisheng was more nervous than ever before, and subconsciously looked at Kazama Ruri, who was nestled in Gao Kui's arms. The latter gave him a playful look and returned a meaningful smile.
Originally, he wasn't 100% certain, but after exchanging glances with Kazama Ruri, Genji was finally able to conclude that it was no coincidence and that the people from the Bando Alliance upstairs were related to Kazama Ruri.
In recent years, the Snake-Headed Eight Families have been secretly competing with the Demon Clan, using the entire Japanese underworld as their chessboard.
The Demon Clan either supports underworld organizations to compete with the underworld organizations under the Sheqi Hachike, or uses commercial and non-commercial means to suppress and disrupt the Sheqi Hachike's business empire.
In short, the goal of the Demon Clan and the Snake Clan has always been clear: to use all their power to exterminate the other side as much as possible.
The Bando Alliance is a force under the Doki Clan. Before this, they had been active in the Osaka area. This was the first time they had set foot in Tokyo and entered the territory of the Hebi-Hachi family.
“Bro”.
Gao Kui casually put his arm around Kazama Ruri's shoulder, half-drunk and half-awake, watching Genjiro make a fool of himself, and said jokingly, "I remember you said you were the king of the Japanese underworld at the airport, and I thought you really could protect him."
"Call headquarters and ask them to send someone over immediately to provide support."
After giving the nightclub manager a brief instruction and patting him on the shoulder to handle the problem, Yuan Zhisheng chuckled and sat back down, pulling the two girls beside him into his arms.
"It's just a minor, insignificant problem."
The Snake-Headed Eight Families are undoubtedly the kings of the Japanese underworld. Our rule over the Japanese underworld is just like the rule of the Ming Dynasty over China hundreds of years ago.
Chu Zihang, who was squeezed between the two girls, suddenly spoke up: "As far as I know, during the 276 years that the Ming Dynasty ruled China, there were an average of 1.8 rebellions every year."
In the later period of the dynasty, the southern coastal areas were frequently raided by Japanese pirates and other invading forces.
"That's exactly what I meant."
Genjiro spread his hands: "Even a powerful dynasty like the Ming Dynasty could not avoid internal and external troubles, let alone our Snake-Headed Eight Families?"
However, they were just minor characters after all, and the matter would be resolved quickly without affecting our drinking and merrymaking.
"Why don't you go and deal with the problem upstairs first?"
Caesar showed no mercy to Genji, coldly issuing an order to leave: "If you leave, we might have more fun."
Yuan Zhisheng's face stiffened.
Not long ago, the Kassel trio enthusiastically invited him to a party that evening, and now, without even realizing it, he has become the one that everyone dislikes.
Kazama Ruri's sudden visit is the culprit behind all of this.
Genji's sharp gaze, like a pair of arrows, was once again directed at Kazama Ruri. He had already vaguely guessed that Kazama Ruri was most likely heading to the Kassel trio tonight, or rather, to Gao Kui.