Soul Patch

Chapter 300 A Slap
Kitahara pointed inside the hotel and waved to his men, signaling them to go in and talk.

Upon entering the hotel, Kitahara led the group into the guard room at the entrance.

"Don't worry, the people here have already been..."

He gestured with his neck as he spoke. After gesturing, he pinched his nose and snorted, "You guys went swimming in the sea?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Miyako and her lover, grinned, and revealed a set of buck teeth.

This made him, who was already short, look even more sleazy.

Ya Mei frowned and said fiercely, "Tell me the situation. How many people are on the other side?"

"Two of them. The man was injured in the attack on the woman with the beautiful breasts. He is 180-182 cm tall, on the thin side, and in good physical condition."

"I like to smoke, and when I smoke, I put a cigarette on the second joint of my left index finger..."

Ami grew impatient and waved her hand, interrupting his meticulous introduction: "Kitahara-kun, please get to the point, time is limited."

Morita acted like Ami's little follower the whole time, without saying a word.

At this moment, Morita looked at the three men behind Kitahara. Although none of them were easy to deal with, they were all like him, looking humble and listening attentively.

He listened and nodded.

For example, when the man was said to be 180-182 cm tall, one of the shorter men looked around and realized that the four people on his side, including Kitahara, were not tall.

He had a sudden inspiration, pointed at Morita, measured it at his ear, and then gestured horizontally above his head.

Vivid... Morita remained expressionless.

When it came to smoking, the same short guy reached into the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and placed it in the spot Kitahara had described... demonstrating it to everyone one by one.

He has a talent for mime... Morita frowned slightly.

Kitahara pushed aside the short man who was gesturing wildly and continued, "That woman is very beautiful, with a high chest and straight legs. She doesn't look like she knows any Chinese kung fu."

The short guy scurried up to Ami's side and pointed at Ami's face.

Yamei snorted and raised her chin.

She thought that was the end of it, but then she saw the short guy reach out and grab her chest...

Kitahara grabbed his groping hand and twisted it back forcefully, causing the short man to cry out in pain.

Amiko straightened her back with a smug look on her face.

Kitahara released his grip and said, "What were you doing just now? Let me do this."

A slap landed across his face.

Amiko's face was full of anger as she said fiercely, "Kitahara, show some respect!"

"Pah! These are the actors in the machiya. They used to be easy to manipulate, but now they're only doing this because of Sato's pampering..." Kitahara thought to himself.

He raised his head and looked at Ami with disdain.

Intimidated by Sato's imposing presence, he dared not make any other frivolous moves.

Ami coldly swept her gaze across the people present, her eyes finally settling on Morita.

Morita looked at her nonchalantly, as if he didn't think what had just happened had anything to do with him.

This man isn't like this in bed... Ami is about to explode with anger:
Are they too cowardly to protect me, or do they simply not care about those people's frivolous attitude towards me?
She withdrew her gaze, her heart turning icy cold, and spoke:

"Let's get to the point, we're short on time."

"In this special period and on this special occasion, we cannot make any noise, otherwise the guards around here will come over... I don't think I need to emphasize the defense system here!"

After hearing Ami's words, Kitahara's face darkened; he was very unhappy that the geisha had interrupted him.

He rambled on and on, "So what are your plans?"

“My plan is, Kitahara-kun, please take these three up first and take care of the guards.” Kitahara glanced at her sideways, pointed at her and the man beside her, and said coldly, “Then what are you going to do?”

The three men behind Kitahara also began to mutter amongst themselves: sending them to their deaths as pawns. They must also think this division of labor is too unreasonable.

“Let’s go and take care of the target,” Ami said readily.

"Dream on..." A cold glint flashed in Kitahara's small eyes: "Turn it around!"

Ami glanced at Morita beside her, about to say something, when Morita spoke. Morita's voice was deep and magnetic; as soon as he spoke, Kitahara and the others behind him automatically shut their mouths.

"Let me interject..." Morita said with a rather imposing air.

As soon as he finished speaking, Morita stopped and alertly closed the door from the inside.

"Shh!"

He turned around and gestured to the crowd to "don't talk".

In the brief silence, he heard footsteps fading into the distance down the corridor.

He pressed his face against the door, listening intently, then tiptoed out and looked in the direction where the footsteps disappeared.

The corridor was empty, and it seemed as if the elevator had made a "ding" sound.

Something's not right... If it were a waiter, they wouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.

He strode back to the duty room: "Let's work together, there's plenty of room for mutual support. We have the same goal, which is to capture the target, find what we want... and hand it over to Sato."

He paused for a moment when he said the last sentence.

Ami's heart sank.

To Kitahara and his men, these words were merely an emphasis.

People with different mindsets will react differently to the same sentence.

They quickly made their way up, not taking the elevator, but climbing the stairs.

They quickly reached the fourth floor.

Kitahara peeked out and looked around. The corridor was empty; he didn't see a single guard.

He suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, the guards have all been withdrawn. It seems something has changed!"

Morita nodded in agreement.

Ami was getting impatient: "Mr. Morita, please come downstairs with me and block the exit."

Morita raised an eyebrow, as if to say: On someone else's turf, these things probably don't mean much.

However, he simply nodded, and then Ami was about to go downstairs.

Kitahara paused for a moment, then shouted, "Wait! Yamane-kun, go down with him!"

He pointed to the short man.

A mime actor… Morita felt a little disdainful, but he didn’t show it and politely nodded to Yamane-kun.

A group of people split into two groups.

Amiko went to the back door through which they had just sneaked in, looked at Morita, and asked, "Who did you just see? A man or a woman?"

"I didn't see anyone," Morita replied briefly.

Women love to pry, so he shouldn't have spoken at that moment... Thinking of this, he added, "I only heard footsteps."

Ami opened her mouth, but in the end didn't ask anything more.

She glanced at the root of her nose, who was staring at her buttocks, chuckling as he looked.

The anger that had been building up suddenly resurfaced.

"Snapped!"

She slapped Yamane again.

Morita stared at her expressionlessly, his voice as cold as ice: "Yamane, go and take a look at the front gate."

He looked directly into Ami's eyes as he spoke those words.

For some reason, Ami shivered inexplicably, as if a chill had crept up her spine.

She couldn't help but lower her head, staring blankly at her slightly reddened palms.

(End of this chapter)