Soul Patch

Chapter 299 Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals
This...this is indeed something he hasn't figured out, which is why he came to ask Ameko. Hearing this, Morita's expression showed a hint of emotion.

Ami whispered in his ear, "Yeah, let's go find Soul and figure things out, okay..."

It seems that's all Ami knows... Morita tossed away his cigarette and tilted his head toward Ami: "Get in the car, to the ** Hotel on Zhongjie Street."

Ami smiled sweetly, climbed into the car, and sat down next to Morita, wrapping her slender arms around his waist.

This time the motorcycle traveled much faster, and they arrived at the restricted area twenty minutes later.

Ami gestured with her chin toward the traffic police checking passing vehicles: "Is there a way?"

Morita didn't mince words: "You might have to make do for a while!"

As he spoke, Morita made a phone call, asked a few questions, and then hung up quickly.

"Let's go to that side road. A supply truck will be coming in a little while. Let's disguise ourselves and go in with it."

"Supply of non-staple foods, fruits, and vegetables?"

Tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers... She lowered her head dismissively, stroking her nails.

"..." Morita.

When the train carriage was filled with lively fish and shrimp, Amiko looked at the mantis shrimp hopping around her feet and said fiercely, "It's a seafood supply."

The language of island nations is rather subtle, so a direct translation into Chinese would probably be: "If you leave me with these rotten fish and shrimp, I'll kill you."

"..." Morita tossed the crab that had crawled out back into the basket.

His expression remained calm: "Master, why aren't the crab's claws and legs tied up?"

He pointed down, and there was a crab on the ground that was pinching his trouser leg.

The driver did not answer because the car had entered the restricted area.

A guard stopped their car, knocked on the window and shouted, "Traffic control. You are not allowed to enter this section of the road without a pass issued by the higher authorities."

The driver nodded to the guard with a big smile and handed over the pass with both hands: "Delivering seafood to several hotels and restaurants on Zhongjie Street."

During a routine check of the trunk, the guard frowned as he looked at the two people inside.

The two men were wearing dirty white work clothes and slippers.

He asked the driver, "Do these two people have health certificates?"

Yes, yes, the driver hurriedly pulled out three small cards from the passenger seat, each with a photo on it.

After the guards checked everyone's information, they allowed them to pass.

As the cordon was gradually left behind, Morita stepped on the crab he had just been standing on. The crab opened its large pincers and waved wildly. He put a little more pressure on his foot.

"puff"

The crab was crushed.

Crabs at this time of year are plump and full of roe, with the crab meat, roe, and crab fat all crushed inside the shell.

Yellow and white paint was scattered all over the ground.

Amiko pointed to the mantis shrimp that had crawled out: "This one, this one... this one jumped out again!"

"There's a prawn on your head, do you want to stomp on it?" Morita asked seriously, not at all like he was joking.

Yamei jolted awake and shut her mouth.

The car quickly stopped next to the fence on the east side of the hotel, and Amiko ran out of the van as if she were escaping.

To better conceal their identities, they continued wearing the white work uniforms, only changing their shoes.
Morita and Ami climbed over the wall from the north side into the ** Hotel. As Ami walked, she kept smelling the fishy smell on her clothes.

A surge of stomach acid hit me.

She stopped and bent down to vomit by the roadside for a while.

Morita stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, watching her indifferently: "A little Ami."

The language style of island nations, translated, would probably be something like: "You lowly woman, are you pregnant with Sato's bastard child?" Seeing Morita's sarcastic remarks, and recalling the humiliation and inhumane treatment she had suffered along the way, Ami finally snapped: "Morita-kun, it's all thanks to your seafood!"

"You're welcome. I'll take the same car back."

Seeing Ami standing there with a stiff expression, Morita started walking towards the main building of the hotel.

However, he soon stopped.

Ami caught up and, following Morita's gaze, saw three or four people moving quickly toward the main building from the shadows of the hotel building.

“It’s the group that Kitahara found. They’ve come at the perfect time!” Ami put her hands in her pockets and moved closer as she spoke.

In her pocket was a rare drug she had brought with her, a rare sedative in the island nation; even a tiny bit of it could kill an elephant.

That's what I just used to defeat Sato.

Before entering the country, she asked someone to get some from the black market, risking her life to bring it in.

She was a weak woman, and her beauty was all she could rely on.

Morita stopped her abruptly, glancing at her. Judging from her posture, Ami was planning a direct confrontation.

He leaned close to Ami's ear and whispered, "Ami, do you know when you're most charming? It's when you're being silly."

"You..." Ami was so angry that she was speechless.

"Think about it, Kitahara probably doesn't know what you were doing at the villa right now..."

At this point, Morita paused for a moment.

This refers to her killing Sato... Ami understood immediately.

Seeing that Ami was listening attentively, Morita curled the corners of his mouth into a smile: "So, if we show up at this time, Kitahara will think that Sato sent us to help."

As Morita spoke, he looked at Ami.

Ami fell into thought, weighing whether this delaying tactic was feasible.

He wasn't in a hurry and let Ami consider it.

This step was entirely beneficial to him: if Kitahara knew the truth, he would definitely target Ami, and he could reap the benefits; if, as he analyzed, Kitahara did not know the truth, wouldn't it be more likely that Kitahara and his group would win against the holder of the soul?
If Soul ends up in Kitahara's hands, Ami will definitely take action and use the same methods she used against Sato against Kitahara's gang.

"Not bad, not bad..." Morita smiled faintly.

In his smile, he saw Ami smiling sweetly at him, her chest pressed against his, her body slick with a salty, fishy odor as she struck a seductive pose.

It seems that Amy agrees with his plan.

The two walked one after the other in the direction of Kitahara's group.

Kitahara-kun quickly spotted a man and a woman walking towards him in the night.

Amiko.

There was also a man I didn't recognize.

The man with Amiko must be her lover... Kitahara grinned lewdly.

Ami walked ahead, nodding to Kitahara as she went: "Kitahara-kun! Nice to meet you!"

When she called the other person's name, she spoke very softly and vaguely, because she knew that those who had infiltrated the area had all found identities to hide their identities.

Therefore, calling someone by their first name without their consent could increase the risk to everyone.

"Ah..." Kitahara realized this as well, and omitted the form of address before speaking:

"How did you come?"

"Come and help, and this person... is also here to help."

Morita Asahi nodded: "Hi! Nice to meet you!"

(End of this chapter)