Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

It's four o'clock in the morning.

The morning light has not yet appeared on the horizon, and a strong wind is blowing outside the window.

However, Kabukicho, the capital of Yokotsu, is still full of colorful lights and noisy.

This is known as the "city that never sleeps".

The wide road is always filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

The owners of luxury cars are basically either presidents of one party or high-ranking federal officials. They are all big shots with aristocratic status.

Some of their guests had been enjoying themselves all night.

After the passion fades.

After all, his spirit was a little tired, and he drunkenly shouted to the driver and drove away.

And more guests are coming from different roads in this big city, ready to live and die here.

This is a song and dance hall called "Liuying".

Liuying Cabaret is very good.

The boss behind the scenes is rich in funds and has decorated the foyer in a splendid and luxurious way.

There is also a separate luxury building, standing in the golden area at the intersection of Kabukicho, with a daily water flow of more than 3000 million yuan.

However, all these kabuki theaters are actually the same.

No matter how magnificent, spacious and comfortable the exterior facade looks, the space left behind is always the simplest.

We are currently on the second floor of the dance hall, in a narrow and crowded dressing room.

A group of young girls all dressed up in thin clothes.

They were yawning again and again, applying various colors of glitter on their delicate collarbones and cheeks to hide the tired look on their faces.

You know, these singing and dancing girls basically don't sleep for four hours a day.

And even these four hours are scattered in different time periods.

This kind of work and rest time will put a huge burden on the body, and it is usually difficult for ordinary people to bear it for more than half a month.

Therefore, dance halls are always recruiting young and beautiful women.

While the girls were busy dressing up.

The movable window on the dressing room door was suddenly pulled down.

The singing and dancing girls shuddered and turned to look.

Suddenly, he noticed a ferocious, rouged face of a middle-aged woman suddenly appeared on the window.

She first glanced around the dressing room, which was so small that she could see everything at a glance.

After seeing all the girls acting silently.

The middle-aged woman nodded slowly and laughed like a night owl shrieking.

"New girls, listen up!"

"There are a lot of guests today, so cheer up!!"

"If anyone dares to yawn or do something wrong on stage, he will offend the guests and ruin Liuying's reputation..."

When the middle-aged woman said this, she grinned, showing her white teeth, and then continued: "Then don't blame Mama-san for being ruthless!"

A group of girls in the dressing room showed fear on their faces when they heard these malicious words, and responded quickly.

Only a black-haired girl who was huddled in the corner gritted her teeth and stood up directly.

And he yelled twice outside the door as if to vent his anger.

This unusual movement attracted the attention of Mama-san, who was already preparing to leave.

She opened the door with a bang, moved her fat figure that was out of shape, and walked in slowly.

"Xiao Nizi, what were you shouting just now? Please tell Mommy again. We are a regular dance hall here. Don't be afraid. If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it!"

Mama Sang held a chicken feather fan in her hand and sighed.

Her voice turned out to be quite gentle and gentle at this moment, which was completely inconsistent with her ferocious appearance.

However, in the eyes of several old people in the ballroom, this scene seemed to be stung by a poisonous thorn, and they did not dare to look at it anymore.

They all lowered their heads, knowing that this was how Mama-san behaved when he was truly angry.

"Mama-san, that's not what you said when you were recruiting!"

"I don't want to perform on stage anymore. My feet are worn out and bleeding a lot. I want to leave this dance hall!"

The black-haired girl swallowed, feeling something was wrong.

But her mind was very confused at the moment, and she couldn't help but say everything in her heart.

And he also showed Mama-san his blood-stained heel.

Mama-san glanced down.

I saw her small and exquisite feet, which were now covered with blood blisters, and the blood and pus had stuck the skin and flesh into the dance shoes.

The black-haired girl is not a spoiled child who cannot bear hardships.

However, this kind of pain is no longer something that ordinary people can bear.

If you continue to jump like this with such high intensity, if you accidentally get infected, you may not be able to save your legs.

It was perfectly normal for her to want to leave.

"I remember your name is Rumiko, right? Okay, you don't have to continue performing on stage!"

Mama-san shook her chicken feather fan, and after saying these words, she turned around and walked out, which made Rumiko extremely surprised.

But after a while.

But two strong men with bald heads and sunglasses who looked like wolves and tigers rushed in.

They grabbed Rumiko's bun and roughly dragged her away from the ground, ignoring her screams and struggles.

A petite girl looked at the gap in the floor with horror. When Rumiko was dragged away and struggling, a piece of blood-stained fingernail fell off, and she said in a harsh voice:

"The person just now must be from the Yasha group."

"I heard that they are all subordinates of the boss. If Rumiko no longer performs on stage, where will she be taken by the Yasha team?"

In the small dressing room, a group of new girls also quietly pricked up their ears.

However, the old people looked disdainful and kept silent, pretending they didn't hear anything.

At this moment, a silver-haired woman with a separate dressing table and a high ponytail finished applying gold-pink lipstick.

She looked at herself in the mirror with cold eyebrows.

He pursed his lips and then suddenly spoke, but it was in response to the petite girl before.

"Rumiko offended Mama-san, so she should be sent directly to the yakuza theater for filming by the Yasha team."

"So dance well."

"Compared to the physical torture she endured while dancing, Rumiko's end will only be worse after she shoots a few hardcore movies. She will basically be wasted and become a cheaper prostitute."

After the silver-haired woman finished speaking, she stood up and walked to the corridor outside the dressing room.

wherever.

The old people with eyes above their heads all bowed their heads to say hello to her.

Even Mama-san, who was wandering like a demon outside the corridor, greeted the silver-haired woman with a few pompous greetings.

The petite girl stared at this scene blankly and heard them calling this cold-faced and warm-hearted elder sister "Miss Chinatsu".

"Chinatsu...it turns out she is Chinatsu Arima, the top dancer at the Ryūho Cabaret!"

The petite girl seemed to have thought of something, and a look of admiration flashed in her eyes.

She heard that the dancer's experience was quite legendary.

Although she was born in a slum like a stinking ditch in Sugiura, she grew up to be exceptionally beautiful.

I heard that in order to get her, someone once offered 500 million to buy the first night of this top dancer.

Even Mama Sang was impressed by this generous gesture.

In the end, he was stopped by the big boss.

The shrewd businessman used Miss Chinatsu to create a gimmick, which brought tenfold or a hundredfold benefits to the dance hall.

After all, some dignitaries like the cold and beautiful flower of the high mountains like Miss Chinatsu.

She is a living star of Liuying Cabaret.

As long as the beauty and beauty remain intact, the longer you keep it in your hands, the higher the final price will be.

"But why isn't there so many books on her dressing table like the others? Will she have time to read them?"

The petite girl curiously walked to the dressing table that belonged to Chinatsu Arima and took a look.

I found that there were all kinds of high-end cosmetics on the upper floor.

There are all kinds of books in the cabinet at the bottom and in the large cardboard box next to it.

The contents of these books range from political philosophy, to economics and finance, classical history, etc., and they appear to be very profound.

The petite girl only tried to look at it twice before her eyes became dizzy.At this moment, the foreman's urging sounded, it was their turn to go on stage.

The petite girl tried her best to ignore the nearly tearing pain coming from her ankle and forced out a green smile.

She followed everyone through the narrow backstage corridor and headed towards the stage.

Even though there is a thick green velvet curtain.

But the intense music coming from the dance hall, mixed with whistles and screams, was like a hot wind blowing over.

"Risa, you can do it. You must also become an outstanding dancer like Miss Chinatsu!"

The petite girl exhaled twice, clenched her fists, and encouraged herself.

After hearing a burst of cheers like a roaring tsunami from the ballroom, the plush curtain was finally opened.

The dazzling brightness of the spotlight is as if it will bake people to pieces.

The petite girl was inexperienced. After looking directly at the light for a few seconds, she was so dizzy that she didn't know where she was.

However, her body was like a mechanical puppet.

Following the inertia of training day and night, she followed the other dancers on the stage.

The petite girl only saw the center of the stage.

Miss Chinatsu was finishing the opening solo dance.

This silver-haired woman serves as the top dancer.

The body is not only soft and beautiful, but also filled with a unique sense of strength.

I saw the hem of the silver skirt flying.

Every pedaling and rotation of her feet was done with complete precision and penetration.

Even in a dance hall with loud music.

Those guests near the edge of the stage were also surprised to feel the slight tremor caused by the dance steps!

"Amazing……"

The petite girl said something silently in her heart, and then carefully followed the other dancers to twist their bodies.

She pauses where she should pause and walks when she should walk.

Out of fear of mamasang.

These dancers did not try to do anything out of the ordinary that might go wrong. They were like exquisite puppets that had already been tuned.

However, this is exactly the effect that Liuying Cabaret deliberately aims to achieve during rehearsals.

Their mediocrity is just like the monotonous background, which brings out the more unique dancing posture of Miss Chinatsu.

Everyone's eyes will be drawn to that beautiful and energetic body.

For this reason, they will not be stingy with money.

Moreover, Liuying Cabaret also has special diva derivative business.

For example, the amount of alcohol consumed in one night reaches a certain level.

You can get Chinatsu-san's autograph, a scarf with a hickey, or an invitation to have dinner together.

Sure enough, under the encouragement of the extremely flamboyantly dressed ladyboy host.

Even the high-end drinks sold at sky-high prices were brought out plate after plate by the waiters in a steady stream.

"Arima Chinatsu is really a money tree!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the dance just now seemed to have a magical quality, it made my eyes go straight,"

"Especially her cold and arrogant eyes can arouse a man's desire to conquer. He really wants to go up and take off her clothes..."

The moustachioed foreman standing at the corner of the stage took a sip of saliva.

Rao is a veteran of dance halls like him.

When he looked at the silver-haired woman on the stage, he also felt a heat rising in his lower abdomen.

Almost looking ugly.

However, he knew that he would not be able to taste this beautiful piece of meat in a short period of time.

So I could only suppress it.

The foreman with a mustache looked away like a hungry wolf, took the initiative to change the subject, and asked the boy on the side how the profit from today's drinks was.

"Foreman Yoshino, business is so good today. The quota has already reached 500 million at the beginning, which is more than a normal day's turnover."

“If this continues throughout the day, it’s hard to imagine that it will exceed 5000 million by night!”

A flattering look appeared on the face of a younger brother.

After hearing the situation in each area through his headphones, he quickly became happy.

Foreman Yoshino stroked his mustache, nodded with satisfaction when he heard this situation, and was about to say something.

But he suddenly saw a look of shock on the face of the younger brother next to him.

After confirming with the other person through the earphone several times, the boy tremblingly said to the foreman Yoshino:

"Someone, no, a noble person is here!"

"He actually ordered [-] million drinks for Miss Qianxia, ​​and poured all the drinks into the swimming pool!"

"Don't talk about this kind of thing to our Liuying Cabaret."

"Even if it has never happened in the entire Kabukicho, and the key point is that our dance hall does not have a swimming pool, what should we do!"

Foreman Yoshino was silent for a moment.

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped the little brother in front of him on the face, and roared angrily:
"How dare you ask me what to do?"

"Are you a pig? If you don't have a swimming pool, why don't you hire a craftsman at a high price or just bring an excavator in to dig it out?"

"If you keep your nobles waiting, how many kidneys do you have that you can sell on the black market to pay off your debts?"

The younger brother was beaten so hard that he staggered, but he didn't dare to say a word. He rolled and crawled outside like a wild dog.

Foreman Yoshino waited until his younger brother had gone far away, then rubbed his cheeks and said with emotion:

"The boss's clever trick really paid off. I caught a real big fish with Chinatsu Arima!"

"A big financier who can easily spend [-] million."

"Who could it be? Could it be the legitimate sons of those cabinet ministers, or the top second generations of those large groups!"

At the same time, Mama-san on the other side found Chinatsu Arima, who had just stepped off the stage to rest.

"Xiao Qianxia, ​​you are lucky."

"A big benefactor just spent a hundred million for you. That's a hundred million!"

"Originally, tens of thousands of singers were the top performers in Kabukicho."

"But you have now made history and are about to become a unique billionaire singer in Yokojin!"

This old woman's face was so full of joy that it was almost squeezed into a wrinkled rotten chrysanthemum.

"One hundred million...does he need me to go to bed with him?"

Miss Chinatsu lowered her head and sighed, seeming to be regretting the innocence she was about to lose.

In fact, the depths of his concealed eyes shone with hatred and excitement.

This so-called "big financier".

Since he can spend such a huge amount of money on entertainment, he must be a great nobleman.

I don’t know how many ugly things this kind of person has done secretly.

If she could kill such a person and let him end his life in fear, it would surely be able to somewhat repay her for the hard work and torture she had endured along the way.

Even the other party's ensuing revenge could destroy Liuying Dance Hall, a place that made her feel sick.

Although this result is personal for her.

It's not perfect, but her power is too limited after all. To be able to do this, she has tried her best.

"You are indeed an interesting woman. For mortals, your dance moves are a bit too amazing."

"Is it the hatred and violence in your heart that drives you to dance?"

"You want to kill something...or rather, you want to destroy something at all costs..."

Just as Miss Chinatsu was lost in thought, a tall figure lifted a corner of the curtain and cast his gaze at her.

From Mamasan’s humble and respectful gesture.

Miss Qianxia also instantly understood that this man was the big benefactor who spent [-] million for her.

She took a second look, and her mind immediately fell into a trance.

It should be said that he is worthy of being a big shot.

The invisible overwhelming momentum carries a supreme majesty that cannot be looked at and even makes people want to surrender.

This abnormal hallucination almost suffocated Miss Chinatsu.

In a trance, she seemed to be facing the rising sun, which would be burned to ashes in the next moment. (End of chapter)