Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Seeing Chang happy's distraught state, Yu Gonglin felt that this farce should come to an end.

He leaned forward slightly and kindly advised, "I'm sorry, Tomie's words are always so unpleasant to hear. I think we should just call off the party tonight. Just find a convenient place to drop us off, so you can calm down."

His suggestion is quite practical.

Chang happy's current state is indeed not suitable for going to any social occasions.

Moreover, Tomie's charm makes him unsuitable for attending high-society parties. He would never have agreed to such a thing if Tomie and her ilk hadn't found something to gossip about.

Chang Xiying suddenly turned her head, her eyes still bloodshot, and stared intently at Yu Gonglin.

Anger, shame, and intense resentment churned within him.

Are we just going to let it go like that? Let this kid make a fool of himself and then get away with it easily? Let Tomie just leave with him like that?

Are you kidding me?! Absolutely not!

Chang happy took a deep breath and forced back the urge to swallow.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to regain some of his previous composure.

"...Amamiya-kun, you're joking. We've come this far, how can we give up halfway? Tomie-san has been looking forward to tonight's party for a long time, hasn't she?"

Chang Xiying looked at Tomie, her eyes filled with a pleading expression.

"Ah Lin, you promised me."

Tomie leaned against Amamiya Rin and said affectionately.

Amamiya Rin shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Changxi's eyes seemed to be spitting fire again, but he didn't want to cause any trouble, so he immediately turned around, looked straight ahead, and said as if emphasizing to himself.

"Besides, since Amamiya-kun is here, it's a good opportunity to see what Tokyo's real high society is like. It's never a bad thing for young people to broaden their horizons."

These words were meant for Amamiya Rin, but it was more like he was trying to convince himself.

Chang Xiying's mind raced with thoughts.

(Yes, it'll be good once we get there. Who are the people who frequent that villa? They're all tycoons, Chinese, politicians, and famous artists... Aren't they all successful and distinguished? How out of place will this poor kid be standing among them? Miss Tomie will surely be able to see clearly who is truly capable of giving her a comfortable life and a respectable future.)

Thinking about it this way, Chang Xi felt a little better. He smiled and began to imagine Yu Gonglin being at a loss and being ridiculed at the party.

"Driver, drive carefully, go straight to the villa."

Chang happy gave the driver his instructions, his tone returning to its usual commanding manner, as if he had regained his sense of control over life and death.

The driver responded in a low voice, and the car accelerated smoothly, heading towards Shinjuku.

Seeing Chang Xiying's insistence, Yu Gonglin didn't say anything more and leaned back in his chair.

(Try to tone it down.)

He glanced at Tomie beside him, and an idea formed in his mind.

Tomie winked slyly at him, a charming smile curving her lips.

Chang Xi saw this scene in the rearview mirror, and her eye twitched violently again. She immediately looked away, forcing herself to look at the neon lights rushing past the window, silently repeating to herself: Bear it, just bear it a little longer... until we get there...

The car eventually drove into a quiet, upscale residential area in Shinjuku and stopped in front of a modern villa with a courtyard.

Light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the faint sounds of music and laughter could be heard coming from inside.

Chang Xiying got out of the car first, took a few deep breaths, straightened her suit, and put on a solicitous smile again before opening the car door for Fu Jiang.

"Ms. Tomie, we've arrived. This is the venue for tonight's private party at the Libin Club."

As he spoke, there was a hint of barely perceptible boasting in his tone.

"The Libin Club?"

Yu Gonglin got out of the car and glanced at the villa.

Well, his eyesight is just average; I can't tell what level he's at.

"Oh? You've heard of it?"

Chang Xiying looked at Yu Gonglin with some surprise.

"No, it's just that the name... is a bit too ordinary."

It sounds like a hotel.

Amamiya Rin secretly complained.

A club with this kind of name... is it a cultural difference?

Seeing that Yu Gonglin only thought the name was ordinary, Chang Xiying immediately lost interest, pursed her lips, as if she thought Yu Gonglin had no taste.

Changxi took out an invitation and handed it to the waiter at the door, then led Amamiya Rin and Tomie into the villa.

The foyer was spacious, with carefully designed warm lighting, and the air was filled with a mixture of perfume, alcohol, and some... indescribable, faint scent.

Amamiya Rin sniffed, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

Several elegantly dressed men and women were chatting over wine glasses. When they saw Changxi enter with his entourage, their gazes swept over them, lingering for a moment on the faces of Tomie and Amamiya Rin, before revealing expressions of delight.

Chang happy was clearly familiar with the place. He led the two through the foyer and toward the main living room, where the music became clearer, seemingly some kind of jazz.

A soothing and languid jazz piano trio, with the deep and textured sound of the saxophone and the light drumbeats, creating a relaxed and elegant atmosphere.

However, Amamiya Rin did not immerse herself in the atmosphere. The moment she entered the living room, she couldn't find a place to stand.

With his keen observation skills, Amamiya Rin noticed the shape of the carpet immediately.

It was a flattened human figure!

The outline of its outstretched limbs is clearly visible. The face is flat, but the contours of its features, the bridge of its nose, the eye sockets, and the slightly open mouth, form patches of shadow under the downy hair, as if it is still breathing silently!

However, Amamiya Rin did not feel any breathing; the shape of his head was merely an illusion created by a special perspective, making it appear as if he was looking up at the guests.

Amamiya Rin raised her head and looked around.

The chairs not far away made people even more uncomfortable.

The chair seat is shaped like a stretched-out human face, with cheeks wide open and the nose forming a small central protrusion. The four chair legs are like four elongated human hands, extending from the sides of the face and pressing down onto the floor.

Further away, there was a huge sofa. Under the soft light, the surface of the sofa had an almost skin-like texture, but the undulations of the armrests and backrest twisted and distorted the contours of a stretched and deformed face.

Especially when light shines from a certain angle, the shadow of a pained face will appear.

What kind of place is this?

Amamiya Rin frowned deeply, her eyes revealing disgust.

There weren't many similar pieces of furniture; at least two-thirds of the furniture was normal, but the third of it, which resembled human figures, was really unsettling.

But it's probably just out of curiosity, right?

It's impossible to brazenly peel off real human skin and use it as furniture in public.

Tomie also stopped in her tracks, her slender eyebrows raised as she curiously examined the enormous sofa.

Immediately, her beautiful face revealed undisguised disgust.

"What...this is disgusting."

Several guests who were talking nearby stopped and looked at them with amusement in their eyes.