Laser lights emitted colorful beams of light that shone around the dance floor. Men in tight shirts and women in lace skirts swayed and twisted their bodies to the rhythm of the powerful music.
What's special is that most of the women wear ornate masks on their faces, while the men's looks are either feminine and delicate, or masculine and strong. They are all the best among all types of men.
This is Takamagahara, the place where the Tianjin god ruled by Amaterasu in the Japanese mythology "Kojiki" lives. Together with the Awehara China where humans live on the ground and the underground Yellow Spring Kingdom, they form the three major realms of Japanese mythology.
What's strange is that it is a nightclub with the same name, the Best Cowherd Shop.
Some wealthy women who are successful in their careers but frustrated emotionally are happy to spend a lot of money here to find considerate and handsome young men to talk to their inner troubles.
Everyone danced with extra passion tonight because a noble gentleman from Italy paid for everyone's drinks and specially invited the emperor's sushi chef to prepare an expensive and exquisite sushi dinner for everyone.
Many women are speculating on the origin and background of this noble gentleman, who can actually book the most expensive Ginza private room in Takamagahara.
Caesar Gattuso was now leaning against the dark guardrail on the second floor with a bottle of dark blue champagne. The clear wine was still slightly bubbling with fine white bubbles. He looked at the dancing crowd below, and his long fingers moved rhythmically.
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Chu Zihang's figure appeared next to Caesar, and he actually came to participate in this carnival party.
"People from the Japanese branch came here just now and evacuated when they saw this scene." The cold boy said, his perception has always been sharp.
"Where's Li Yongyuan, are you still eating sushi in the private room?"
Caesar stared into his dark pupils and spoke, both of them showing some indescribable emotions.
"After all, we are part of the delegation visiting Japan. It is really sad that he is so defensive about us. If he goes to blow up Genji Heavy Industries tonight, we don't know if it is too late to surrender now."
Caesar smiled and shrugged, his tone full of teasing, and there was no trace of worry in his words.
"Have you ever heard of Di Qing's night attack on Kunlun Pass?" Chu Zihang rarely explained.
"Appreciate further details."
Caesar's educational curriculum since childhood included a lot of ancient Chinese history. He had heard of this famous Northern Song general, but he didn't know much about the battles he commanded.
"Di Qing, nicknamed Hanchen, has tattoos on his face. He is good at riding and shooting. He is known as General Mianni. In every battle, he will wear disheveled hair, wear a bronze ghost mask, and charge in front of the soldiers." Chu Zihang briefly introduced his life.
"In the fourth year of Huangyou's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, Nong Zhigao, the leader of the Guangyuan Prefecture tribe, raised an army to rebel against the Song Dynasty. He broke through all nine states and killed dozens of Song generals and officials. Di Qing, then the privy envoy, led troops to stop the attack. The two armies were in a stalemate at Kunlun Pass. The Song Dynasty
The army suffered numerous casualties due to the attack.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which was the Yuan Festival, the Song army's camp announced a truce and the troops would soon withdraw. Di Qing even called all the generals to come into the tent and have a drink. Therefore, Nong Zhi's superiors relaxed their vigilance and took no precautions.
At midnight on the 16th, Di Qing retired from the banquet, riding in the wind and rain at night, and rode directly to Kunlun Pass. When the drunken generals woke up the next day, they had received the news of Di Qing's victory over the Nong army. Everyone said that Di Qing had used his troops.
Like a ghost (deceitful), a hundred battles and hundreds of victories are achieved.”
Chu Zihang talked about ancient history mixed with some classical Chinese. This was because he tried his best to reduce the number of words. I believe that Caesar can fully understand it with his understanding ability.
"You mean, we should cooperate with him to play the role of drunken generals now?" Caesar quickly stepped into the role. He finally understood why Chu Zihang, who had always been a good student, attended this party. It turned out that it was to serve Li Longyuan.
cover.
"But this time he didn't even tell us the target of his operation, and he didn't regard us as his own."
Caesar shook the champagne and looked sad.
"We are the only ones who can discover his disappearance." Chu Zihang said one sentence to remove the last grudge in Caesar's heart.
From this point of view, Li Longyuan does regard them as his own. After all, they came out of Kassel Academy together. Compared with the eight members of the Sheqi family who smile but hide their knives, Kaiser is more willing to trust the two teammates around him. Because they have the same
proud.
"Why don't you go out and try the job of Cowherd yourself? Maybe you can better cover up Li Longyuan." Caesar finally teased, while Chu Zihang looked at him coldly.
We need to go together too.
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The newly opened Gokukakukan is located in the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, with gurgling streams flowing over simple bridges. Without this big house in the mountains, this place would be a simple and beautiful natural landscape.
It's a pity that man-made noise disturbs the tranquility of nature. This big casino lights up the sky with red light, like a wildfire burning wildly.
There are beautiful girls in kimonos who welcome guests, samba dancers shaking enthusiastically, hot waiters delivering drinks and sexy dealers wearing black fishnet stockings wrapping their smooth thighs.
Of course, the most common ones are the gamblers who push out all their chips with red eyes, and the men in black suits who carry long knives or loaded guns on their shoulders. They are responsible for guarding the safety of the casino. Anyone who dares to disrupt the order will turn into a brutal beast and pounce on them.
This is a stronghold of the Fierce Ghosts, which claims to be able to achieve anything in the world for the gamblers who come here, provided that you can afford enough chips.
Fujiwara Nori is one of the gamblers who comes here because of his reputation. He is forty years old, his hair is half white, and he can vaguely see his handsome appearance in the past.
The man already has a huge fortune and can say that he has everything he wants. But he still came, which shows that this wish must be contrary to Japanese law.
Fujiwara was very lucky today. Every time he pushed out the chips, he got more wealth, until the hills piled up into a big mountain, and the female manager wearing a black suit and skirt finally appeared in front of him.
She wears her black hair in a bun, has a slender figure, and is extremely beautiful. However, she is deliberately dressed conservatively, like a red lotus blooming on an iceberg, which is strange and enchanting.
She is the person in charge of this casino, Sakurai Kogure. A woman with a mysterious background and exquisite orifices.
"Mr. Fujiwara, please come with me."
Under the envious gazes of everyone, the female manager invited the middle-aged man to the VIP room for a chat. The man looked at Sakurai Kogure's light waist twisting as she moved forward, with hidden passion in her eyes.
If he hadn't known how terrifying this woman was and her fear of death, he would have really wanted to hold her in his arms and ravage her.
Pushing open the wooden sliding door, the man knelt down on the tatami of the quiet room, while the female manager knelt half on the ground, lightly parted her red lips, leaned her young and seductive body close to him and said softly: "Now you can tell your wish, Fujiwara Nori
gentlemen."
"I want to ask you to kill my wife Matsuda Yumi and father-in-law Matsuda Wataru."
The man spoke with a ferocious expression on his face. It was as if this quiet room could not only isolate sounds, but also release the echoes deep in his heart.
Nori Fujiwara was born as an orphan. In his early years, he made a living by brushing leather shoes on the streets of Tokyo. Many of the guests he received were elites from the financial field.
Fujiwara has had business acumen since he was a child, and he has mastered a lot of investing and stock trading skills from chatting with customers. But without capital, everything is empty talk. Due to his status, no credit institution is willing to lend him money.
When Fujiwara was twenty years old and still accomplished nothing, he accidentally met his current wife Matsuda Yumi, who was four or five years older than him, during a bar revel. She was the daughter of the chairman of one of Japan's largest electrical appliance companies.
After learning the woman's identity, Fujiwara resolutely abandoned his pregnant girlfriend and turned around to launch a fierce offensive against Matsuda Yumi.
With his outstanding appearance and sweet love words, Fujiwara succeeded in winning Matsuda Yumi's heart. His father-in-law also gradually became fond of his flexible mind and used resources to help and train him. From then on, he started a poor boy's life.
The road to counterattack.
"But Mr. Fujiwara has always maintained the image of a good husband and son-in-law in the outside world."
Sakurai Kogure covered her mouth and smiled softly, gracefully. The man's throat rolled involuntarily and he swallowed.
"I can't stand that yellow-faced woman and the old guy who holds the power of the company and refuses to hand it over. They are in the way."
The man cursed angrily. The greed in his heart was endless. The more he had, the more he wanted.
"You are the Kukakukan who claims to be omnipotent. You will not uphold ridiculous justice like those pedantic gangsters."
Fujiwara continued, and seemed a little unhappy. The female manager asked for more details.
"Of course, we are only confirming the details of the customer's order. As ghosts in the dark night, even half of our principles and bottom lines will become our Achilles' heel." Sakurai Kogure explained softly, but there was a hidden sarcasm in her eyes.
When time goes by and the beauty and aura of a woman disappear, only ugliness and sin remain in the eyes of this man. It is really ridiculous.
On the winding road leading to the Osaka Kukakukan, a red Ferrari sports car with its headlights on was roaring crazily, its engine making a dull roar, and the shape of the car even caused a dazzling stream of light that appeared to people's naked eyes because of its extreme speed.
The speed limit on signs, slowing down on curves, and keeping a distance from the car in front are completely ignored by drivers.
He just wants to be fast, faster, and faster, even if the V8-90° turbine engine is overloaded. The war is coming without a break, and soldiers are extremely fast.
The front 35R20 black rubber tires were violently rubbing against the ground, making harsh noises, and the exhaust pipe was constantly spewing out high-temperature exhaust gas. This fiery red sports car was constantly drifting in exciting corners, passing many people who were also driving towards it one after another.
The gamblers of the Paradise Hall.
"madman!"
They turned the steering wheel in their hands and stepped aside, cursing in their hearts, are they rushing to go to bliss? They are rushing to go to transcendence, right?
Li Yongyuan indeed went to be reincarnated to save the group of "ghosts" who fell into darkness.
The boy's originally loose green robe was now completely covered with magnificent and stern armor, which not only acted as a simple deterrent, but could also block large-caliber machine gun bullets and even armor-piercing bullets.
The orthodox master craftsmen used alchemy to repeatedly forge and polish to carve out this armor. They even carved a complete alchemical matrix field on the smooth back of the armor to increase defense.
The only shortcoming is that the armor is too heavy, which will affect the user's flexibility, but this is no problem in the hands of Li Yongyuan, who has a body comparable to that of an ancient dragon. It is simply tailor-made for him.
Even the orthodox with deep financial resources regard this armor as a treasure. Every time it is re-stored, it will be cleaned by a dedicated person and roasted at high temperature with a spray gun to remove the remaining fallen hybrid blood genes.
It has an exclusive title in the orthodox armory, Baoxiang Qilin Mingguang Armor.