In a private room in Bangkok not far away, Logan was lying on a massage bed shaped like an elephant's back, with a hot thick white towel covering his back, highlighting the undulating curves.
She was wearing nothing. She had just undergone essential oil massage and kneeling stretching, and was covered with a thick warm towel. She was about to fall asleep in a daze.
In a daze, Logan seemed to hear the technician opening the door and going out. After a while, there was a slight sound of the door opening again. The person entering was very careful, it must be the technician...
...
Yamamoto Seicho opened the door cautiously, fearing that there would be too much noise and alerting the lovely person lying on the massage bed in front of him.
The person on the massage bed was motionless and seemed not to be disturbed at all. He was probably asleep.
Yamamoto Seicho rubbed his hands and walked over with a smile on his face.
Approaching the massage bed, he saw the person on the massage bed.
Huh?
"Chinese people are really not good at it. They can't even give massages. It's too bad."
Yamamoto Seicho curled his lips in disdain.
The person lying on the massage bed was covered with a thick white towel so high that it even covered the back of his head, leaving only a small handful of black hair exposed.
On the contrary, most of the lower legs and thighs are exposed.
Yamamoto Seicho was originally a little worried about the small amount of 100,000 yuan he spent to buy the cooperation of the club technician, but now he forgot all about it.
"I dare you to hit a distinguished citizen of the Empire of Japan."
"Hey, I gave your wife to that one, so she probably wouldn't dare to say anything."
"Beauty, here I come."
Yamamoto Seicho was so excited by the rich inner drama that his face flushed red, his hands trembled and he was about to press on the beauty's calf on the massage table.
He was ready, moving up his calves little by little, pretending to be massaging normally, and finally...
The next moment, Yamamoto Kiyoshi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the curved limbs on his calves on the massage bed——
Leg hair!
Why are there so many leg hairs?
Sudden--
On the massage bed, a familiar man’s voice sounded:
"Damn, I can't stand it anymore, I feel so sick just thinking about it."
"No more playing, let's beat them up!"
The thick white towel flew up and hit Yamamoto Seicho's face, causing him to stumble and sit on the ground.
He casually pushed aside the towel, looked up, and instantly his face turned pale.
Chen Yang, wearing a pair of shorts, was holding a wooden stick that he found somewhere in his hand and was tapping it in his palm.
"I just suspected something was wrong. I didn't expect that a short winter melon like you would dare to make a wrong idea."
Chen Yang was both thankful and afraid.
When he entered the box, he felt vaguely that something was wrong. It felt like being stared at by a poisonous snake hidden in the grass.
Therefore, Chen Yang told the female technician in advance to cooperate, including finding an excuse to switch boxes with Tang Wan.
He refused to give money to others, saying he wanted to vent his anger on his sisters.
Anyway, I'll definitely be able to get the money from that Japanese devil by then.
Later, Yamamoto Seicho stuffed money into various things, the female technician reluctantly agreed, etc. All of this was done mentally in advance.
Yamamoto Seicho was excited for a long time and walked into the box. It was Chen Yang's tiger's mouth.
Chen Yang became furious when he thought that the short winter melon in front of him dared to covet his wife.
He wielded the stick and hit it on the head.
"Bang!"
Amid the muffled sound, a flash of bright red flowed from Yamamoto Kiyoshi's forehead.
Chen Yang had no intention of stopping, and the screams kept coming from the box, which made the two female technicians guarding the door extremely angry.
One of them had been beaten before.
The beating lasted for a full twenty minutes.
Chen Yang was tired after the beating, so he rested for a while while leaning on the wooden stick that was slightly bent from the beating.
"I...I won't let it go."
Yamamoto Seicho started begging for mercy, then screamed exaggeratedly, and in the end, he became hardened.
He probably knows that begging for mercy is useless.
"My father is the president of the Ocean Fishing Club and knows many people. I will definitely make you pay the price."
Chen Yang used his free hand to pick his ears and said nonchalantly: "Your father belongs to the president all day long. Isn't the president great? Why don't you say your father is the emperor?"
"Okay, don't say I won't give you a chance."
"Tell me, what kind of club is your family?"
Yamamoto Seicho lay on the ground and spit out the name of his company viciously: "Yamamoto Ocean Co., Ltd."
Chen Yang made a phone call in front of him: "Chen Fang, contact the shipwreck salvage group and use your connections at sea. Just one thing: Yamamoto Ocean Co., Ltd., from now on, the sails cannot go into the sea!"
Yamamoto Seicho sneered when he heard this, and said sarcastically: "China people are just inferior and stupid. Do you think you can scare me?"
"My father will definitely let you know how powerful he is."
Yamamoto Seicho was still shouting, but Chen Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him and called the technician in again for massage.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Five minutes later, a call came into Yamamoto Seicho's mobile phone.
Another minute passed, Yamamoto Kiyoshi was sweating like rain, and with a "pop" sound, the phone slipped from his body.