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Chapter 69 The Bar (Seeking first subscriptions)

Mitaka City, Japan.

Inside a nightclub in the city.

Cheng Sui wore a loose sweatshirt over a T-shirt with trendy lettering, paired with wide-leg jeans, and casually looked around the bar, appearing like a curious student entering a bar for the first time.

Sakura Yabuki stood beside him, looking around nervously and curiously, like a kitten.

The girl was wearing a slightly tight school uniform and a childish bunny hair clip, exuding a youthful and innocent aura.

As soon as Sakura appeared at the nightclub, she attracted a lot of attention.

In nightclubs, where everyone is unleashing their hormones, to attract attention, you either need to dress more glamorously than anyone else and dominate the room with your hot body.

Or, like Sakura Yabuki, take a different approach. In a setting filled with black stockings and high heels, a shy female student suddenly appears, too inexperienced to look up, like a lamb lost in a pack of wolves, instantly arousing a strange protective instinct in men.

The unique fragrance of the young girl would remind these men who frequented nightclubs of their first love, of those carefree days sitting on the playground gazing at the sky. Back then, boys loved to sweat it out on the basketball court, and girls would sit in the sunlight looking at their sweethearts. The scent of gardenias would drift in from outside the green fence. There were no annoying bosses or clients; everything seemed so beautiful.

Cheng Sui felt a lot of unfriendly gazes directed at him, probably because they thought he was Ying's boyfriend.

What kind of guy would take his girlfriend to a nightclub?

"Hey little sister, wanna come over for a drink? It's on us," a disheveled middle-aged man called out to them.

Sakura lowered her head and shrank back towards Cheng Sui in fear.

This action drew laughter from those around them, and some even whistled in their direction. Sakura's face flushed red, making her look just like a shy high school girl.

Cheng Sui was speechless for a moment, secretly marveling at how quickly Ying's temperament had changed.

An hour ago, Miss Sakura was like a cold female ninja, like a blade radiating chill. Now, however, she looks like an innocent high school girl, exuding the unique naivety of a high school student.

As expected of a young master of the underworld, his professionalism is impeccable.

What Cheng Sui didn't know was that Sakura, as a ninja, had dozens of identities that she could use at any time. By simply changing her hairstyle and makeup, she could lower or raise her age by more than ten years. The stories of all her identities were memorized by Sakura. If a person suddenly tries to disguise themselves as another person, they will always reveal their flaws. However, Sakura has been fantasizing about having another person inside her body for years, constantly adding details to make the simulated image full and moving.

Crow and Yaksha once joked that Sakura might develop a split personality when she got old, but Sakura knew that no matter how she changed, she would always be the girl who struggled to survive on the Middle Eastern battlefield, willing to follow that man for a bite to eat.

"Hey, brat, is this your girlfriend?" A rough voice, reeking of alcohol, wafted over as the drunken youth staggered up to Cheng Sui, his eyes glued to Ying's beautiful legs.

Cheng Sui frowned almost imperceptibly. He had come today to investigate the medicine and didn't want to be delayed by this kind of person.

"Get out of my way." Cheng Sui took a step away, precisely grabbed the other person's hand that was reaching for Ying, and with a flick of his wrist, the force instantly passed through.

"You son of a bitch—" The man sobered up considerably, wincing in pain, but his arm felt like it was locked in an iron clamp, and he couldn't budge it no matter how hard he struggled.

His face flushed red, his expression contorted with pain.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Damn it, how come this brat who looks so young is so strong?

"Hahaha, Watanabe, are you even capable? You can't even handle a high school student!"

Laughter erupted from a nearby table, where several men, also quite drunk, were banging on the table and making a ruckus.

"You brat, you asked for this." Watanabe's face turned completely liver-colored. Between shame and anger, he swung his other fist with all his might at Cheng Sui's face.

Cheng Sui looked up at the drunk man.

Those eyes were clear and clean, yet devoid of any warmth, and when they swept over, they carried a chilling sense of oppression.

Watanabe's fist froze in mid-air, all his strength seemingly drained away in an instant. His previous arrogance vanished, leaving only a nameless fear.

He didn't even see what the other person did; he only felt that the look in their eyes was like looking at an insect that could be crushed at any moment.

The man's companion also noticed something was wrong and got up to see what was going on.

The bartender noticed what was happening and looked over.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to behave yourself and wait for me? What are you doing?"

A crow dressed in a flashy white leather jacket emerged from the crowd, looking exactly like a strange uncle trying to lure high school students into a bar on the street.

The crow glanced at the drunk man and said, "Get lost."

The man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled away.

Those around them looked away. Such conflicts were rare in nightclubs, but not uncommon either; they just watched it as a bit of fun.

And it seems that these young people already have someone to guide them.

A seasoned club-goer glanced at Crow with envy, thinking, "This guy's really lucky to have found such a stunning girl."

Crow rubbed his hands together, revealing an impatient and lewd expression: "Let's go, I've booked a private room, I'll let you guys try something exciting later."

The people around him raised their eyebrows. Good heavens, he's a salesman. This guy looks so refined, but he's not a good person at all. He even fooled a high school student.

Cheng nodded and followed behind the crow.

Sakura looked nervous and quickly followed Cheng Sui with small steps.

The bartender looked at the group of crows entering the private room with some confusion.

He had never seen this person before.

This nightclub is under the jurisdiction of the Asahi Group. Everyone who sells things at this nightclub must register with the Asahi Group, otherwise it will be considered a provocation.

"Go ask the manager if this man in the white leather jacket is a member of the Asahi Group," the bartender whispered to the waiter next to him.

The waiter nodded and left.

Inside the private room, Cheng Sui leaned back on the artificial leather sofa and lazily asked, "Brother Crow, does your trick really work?"

And why do you seem so familiar with this process? Did you used to do this before?

Crow tossed his leather jacket aside and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "You don't understand. These Japanese gangs value local governance more than their own lives. They think it's their dignity. Causing trouble on their turf is more humiliating than slapping them in the face."

Cheng Sui picked up a small snack from the table, took a bite, and commented, "It sounds like animals marking their territory on the African savanna."

Other animals urinating there would be seen as a provocation.

Crow snapped his fingers: "That makes sense. Looks like you know a lot about the underworld."

Sakura sat silently to the side, her face regaining its icy expression.