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Perhaps it was because he had developed PTSD from the last time he played a dungeon, Ke Mingye jumped up from his seat as if by reflex, lowered his right hand towards it, and was almost about to smear a ball of spider silk on its face.

However, considering that it was unlikely that any monsters would appear at this time, he slowly lowered his right hand.

The train conductor stopped in the middle of the carriage, hunched over, rubbing his hands together, and asked them in a low voice, "Excuse me, what is your destination?"

"Japan?" Ke Mingye asked tentatively.

The train conductor continued, "Which part of Japan? The train can only stop at one abandoned train station in the area."

“We’ll stop at whichever abandoned train station is closer to Kabukicho in Tokyo,” Anti-Dog said.

"The train will arrive at its destination in about thirty seconds and stop at the abandoned train station in Shiba Park, Tokyo, Japan. Please be prepared."

After the train conductor finished speaking, he turned and walked into the shadows, slowly disappearing from sight.

In the quiet carriage, only the rumble of the engine and the dim yellow light of the wall lamps flickering between light and shadow could be heard.

"Thirty seconds, you can start the countdown." Qingmeng glanced at her phone.

"No, we've arrived."

As Ke Mingye spoke, a dazzling beam of light shone into the tunnel ahead. The train, like a jet-black arrow, pierced through the intense light and arrived in a brand new world.

As the train came to a stop on the tracks, the four of them quickly got off and stepped onto the platform.

In the dark and cramped train station, a notice board is pasted on the pillar of the old platform, which reads "Observation Window No. 7, Shibakoen Station, Tokyo".

"If you don't understand, just ask. Does anyone know Japanese? How will we communicate when we go out?" Ke Mingye asked.

"I understand, I still have some yen on me."

Fan Quan, carrying his books, walked towards the stairs leading away from the platform, muttering to himself.

"Truly a cultured person." Orange Peel rested his arms behind his head.

The dog shook its head: "No, I didn't learn Japanese in my previous life. In my memory, my father took me to live in Japan when I was a child, so my Japanese is okay."

Ke Mingye remembered that Fan Quan had mentioned that his father was an illegal gun smuggler, so he clicked his tongue and said, "It's really not easy for the original owner of this body to have lived this long."

Soon, they left the abandoned train station through a secret passage, crossed the fence, and walked into the street next to the warning sign.

The dampness that hits you, the fine rain pattering against your nose, brings the scent of the sky.

A light drizzle was falling over the city. Tokyo was brightly lit through the rain, and pedestrians in raincoats strolled through the streets, paying no attention to the four suspicious figures.

Ke Mingye looked up and saw that under the gray sky, the neon lights, like a sea, illuminated the towering buildings, and electronic signs could be seen everywhere in the brightly lit city.

In the rain, the Tokyo Skytree, known as the "Tokyo Sky Tree," stands in the center of Shiba Park. Its red and white body radiates a bright white light, and its sharp spire points straight to the dark blue sky, like a giant holding a torch, standing tall and proud in the center of the world.

"Let's go. Our destination is Kabukicho, not here. We'll have to take a tram to get there," said the anti-dog.

"Okay, I'm the bodyguard, you're in charge."

As he spoke, Ke Mingye picked up his phone and took a picture of the Tokyo Tower in the distance. His first thought was whether or not to take a picture and share it in his family WeChat group.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Am I an idiot?

He muttered something to himself, put away his phone, and slowly followed the three of them.

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 83 Battle of the Black Tengu Host Club

June 22, 12:15 PM Japan time, Shinjuku Ward.

The dark green JR train swept through the raindrops along the way and stopped at the platform of Shinjuku Station. Ke Mingye and his group got off the train and walked for a short while before arriving at the streets of Kabukicho.

I arrived on a gloomy, rainy day, but the city that never sleeps was still brightly lit and dazzling.

Despite the torrential rain, crowds of people still strolled between shopping malls, izakayas, and maid cafes, umbrellas in hand. Dazzling electronic signs hung high in the air, their neon glows casting a hazy glow through the rain.

Outside the maid café stood a girl dressed as a catgirl, holding a sign with Japanese writing on it and shouting slogans to passersby.

"Are there really maids soliciting customers on the roadside?" Orange Peel raised an eyebrow.

“This is Japan, you understand?” Qingmeng said.

"It seems that Japan is the same in every parallel universe," Anti-Dog said.

"Let's get rid of the anime/manga vibe."

Ke Mingye walked along while looking up at the sky.

A giant screen on the surface of a high-rise building is playing the latest instant coffee commercial—Magical Girl Kokonoe Sakura, dressed in an ochre-red kimono, walks from a distance, wielding a katana. The blade transforms into petals of cherry blossoms that drift in the sky. She slowly walks over, sits down among the flowers, trees, and shrubs, and quietly sips her coffee, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The girl's temperament was like the newly blossoming Yoshino cherry blossoms, with a faint pink hue, yet almost white, causing passersby to stop and look up at the screen.

Novel and trendy pop music floated in the air. I heard that the lead singer of this song was the idol group that was very famous in Japan - "Dorama no Orochi" and "Dorama no Ebisu".

The former's voice is husky and magnetic, like a snake's hiss, making it highly recognizable; the latter's voice is sweet and cunning, like the youngest daughter of a landlord in ancient times.

The rich aroma wafting from the famous Ichiran Ramen shop, mingled with the damp scent of rain, stimulated the taste buds of every passerby.

At the entrance of a knife and model shop, there is a portrait of the Japanese superhero "Himekaze Samurai". It is said that he is a superhero who can control a demon hand and fight with six knives at the same time.

The mall displays mannequins dressed as either magical girl cosplayers or superhero costumes. Looking through the displays into the store, glass cases hold a wide variety of magical girl and superhero figurines.

The figure of the magical girl Ash can even be seen in it, which gives Ke Mingye a sense of disorientation, as if his sister is still accompanying him in another form while he is in a foreign land.

The puddles on the road reflected the shimmering blue neon lights, simultaneously revealing the silhouettes of the four people.

They bought raincoats on their way here, and walked through the brightly lit Kabukicho wearing them. Their figures were so thin that they looked like silhouettes made of paper, as if they might be swallowed up by the overwhelming electronic signs at any moment.

Soon, Ke Mingye followed the anti-dog to a host club with a sign that read "Kurotengu".

Judging from the notice posted on the door, this host club was not open for business at noon, but officially opened at 7 pm.

Fan Quan took off the hood of his raincoat, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The four walked to the bar, where they saw a red-haired man in a bartender's uniform standing behind the bar, wiping glasses with his head down, quietly looking them up.

"Our shop isn't open for business yet," the red-haired man said with a forced smile.

The anti-dog said in fluent Japanese, "I'm looking for someone."

As he spoke, he took out a photo of a man wearing a bartender's uniform, with shoulder-length blond hair and sunglasses.

“If you tell him the words ‘top male escort’ and ‘player,’ he will understand what I mean.”

The anti-dog reached out and pushed the photo forward on the bar, adding a comment as he did so.

As Ke Mingye watched this scene, he recalled the anti-dog statement.

The hacker, whose ID was "Cut Ice," noticed a high-ranking player named "Top Host" while browsing the player leaderboard, which piqued her interest. Out of curiosity, she began investigating local host clubs in Tokyo and successfully hacked into the surveillance system of the "Black Tengu" host club.

She soon discovered that "Black Dog" was not just a business venue, but also a base of operations for an anti-superhuman organization.

And she was quite certain that the player known as "Top Host" was likely hiding in this host club.

Players know players best. By observing whether anyone exhibited subtle behaviors in the surveillance footage, such as browsing the store and allocating skill points, as well as changes in the number of kills of the "Top Host," Cai Bing gradually identified a suspicious person: "Yamamoto Masakazu."

Masaichi Yamamoto's behavior pattern closely matches the dynamics of "Top Host" on the leaderboard; every time he disappears from the surveillance, it coincides with the increase of that player's kill count on the leaderboard.

And this is precisely when the Black Tengu Club operates; they usually target either the superhuman customers who consume entertainment in Kabukicho or the superheroes who pass through the area.

At that moment, the red-haired man behind the bar picked up the photo, glanced at the man in the photo, then looked up at the dog, and said with a smile, "Sir, we don't have anyone like that in our club. Have you come to the wrong place?"

“This is the right place,” Antidog said calmly.

Ke Mingye took off his raincoat and hat and silently looked around. He could see that the male prostitutes who had their photos framed on gold-threaded walls, the male prostitutes who were wiping windows, and the male prostitutes who were cleaning the ground all turned their gazes toward him with unfriendly expressions.

“They don’t seem very welcoming to us,” he said in Chinese.

“Indeed,” Qingmeng said.

"Are you going to fight us?" Orange Peel asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two male escorts at the door silently closed the club's doors.

At the same time, the male escorts wiping glasses, cleaning the floor, and changing murals in the bar all turned around, pulled out a pistol from somewhere, raised the muzzle, and pointed it at the heads of the four men.

Ke Mingye stood expressionless at the front of the group, his hands in the pockets of his raincoat. He remained unmoved, rainwater trickling down from the hem of his raincoat, soaking his trouser legs.

Fan Quan silently retreated and came to Qing Meng and Ju Zi Pi's side.

Orange Peel was prepared; a raging blade forged from the tides appeared in his right hand, and the roar of a dragon seemed to echo underwater.

The moment those index fingers pulled the trigger, the wave blade transformed into a waterfall-like surge, instantly enveloping the three figures and obscuring the overwhelming barrage of bullets.

The high-speed spinning bullet struck the tide, like a stone sinking into the sea, all its impact and kinetic energy being instantly neutralized.

Like a baby in a cradle, nearly a hundred bullets swayed softly back and forth in the net woven by the tide.

At the same time, Ke Mingye's figure darted around the store like lightning, sometimes appearing on the sofa, sometimes on the ceiling light, almost perfectly avoiding the hail of bullets that swept in.

The doll's lithe body, combined with the physical attributes of an E-class superhuman, made him move at an unbelievable speed, far exceeding the limits of human physical strength.

No matter how fierce the store clerks' gunfire was, they were still just human beings. Their eyes couldn't detect Ke Mingye's speed, and their firing speed was always a beat slower.

While dodging the gunfire, Ke Mingye kept his right hand down and shot spider silk at the shop assistants.

In a flash, strands of spider silk, trailing blazing white webs, shot through the air. Within seconds, nearly fifteen male escorts were disarmed; their weapons were either stuck to the ground, the wall, or the sofa by the spider silk.