Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Ms. Tomie, this is a unique artistic concept of the Libin Club. They collaborate with several top biomaterial artists to pursue a primal sense of life."

Chang Xiying quickly introduced Fu Jiang.

However, he himself is not interested in this kind of art.

Although many people in Changxi's family also enjoy playing this game, isn't it a waste of time to display it as art?

Chang Xiying kept her thoughts to herself.

Tomie Kawakami nodded, seemingly understanding.

Simply put, it's the high-end taste of the upper class, right?

She doesn't understand or care about art, but as long as it's high-end, that's enough.

Amamiya Rin shook his head slightly. He couldn't understand this kind of art, nor did he want to.

After walking around the carpet, Amamiya Rin's gaze swept around the living room.

The party wasn't very big, with about twenty or thirty people. At first glance, most of them were handsome men and beautiful women, aged between twenty and thirty, with a small number of middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties, all dressed very stylishly.

Several waiters in champagne-colored uniforms carried silver platters and moved silently among the guests.

Chang Xiying straightened her back, took a wine glass from the tray, and raised it to a middle-aged man in a purple suit in the distance. The man smiled and nodded in response.

"That's Mr. Tokugawa Mitsuyoshi, one of the founders of the club."

Chang Xi turned his head and spoke to Yu Gonglin and Fu Jiang, his tone filled with familiar boasting.

"I think I don't need to introduce the Tokugawa surname, do I?"

Amamiya Rin nodded noncommittally.

When Tokugawa is mentioned, the first person he thinks of is Tokugawa Mitsunari, but it doesn't really matter, because the Tokugawa in Tokugawa Mitsunari's name is the same as the Tokugawa in Tokugawa Ieyasu's name.

The fact that Chang Xiying mentioned him in this tone suggests that the person must have come from the old shogunate faction.

Seeing that Amamiya Rin's attitude remained indifferent, Toki was somewhat displeased and, as if wanting to regain his composure, continued, "Amamiya-kun, is this your first time at an event like this? Relax, just think of it as broadening your horizons. Those people over there are some very prominent businessmen recently. The one in the dark blue suit is the CEO of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, the lady next to him is the principal singer of the National Opera, that's Mr. Honyuki of the Inoyu Foundation, and that's a blood relative of the Rising Party's Numahira-sama..."

Chang Xiying spoke fluently and eloquently, as if she were giving orders and pontificating.

Amamiya Rin just stared at the strange furniture.

He still felt something was off. It was supposed to be biological material, but with his keen observation skills, the more he looked, the more he felt it was human skin.

After speaking for a while, Chang Xiying turned around and saw that Yu Gonglin looked absent-minded, clearly having completely ignored her introduction.

The smile on his lips vanished instantly, and the anger he had just suppressed suddenly flared up again.

"Amamiya-kun".

Chang Xiying raised her voice slightly, her tone clearly showing anger.

When Amamiya Rin turned around to look at him, his nonchalant attitude made Chang Xiying want to explode.

No! I can't lose my composure in a place like this!

Chang Xiying took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and said with a forced smile, "If you're not comfortable in this setting, you can go sit in the rest area over there."

He pointed to the corner, his meaning clear: he wanted Amamiya Rin to get lost.

"OK."

Amamiya Rin nodded happily. He was not good at this kind of occasion and did not intend to curry favor with those Japanese aristocratic zaibatsu bureaucrats. He would go to a corner by himself, eat something, and then go back. This suited him just fine.

Chang happy's lips twitched, but before she could speak, Yu Gonglin had already walked towards the long table at the edge of the living room.

A snow-white tablecloth covered the long table, and the food gleamed enticingly in the warm light.

Chilled oysters are piled on crushed ice, accompanied by lemon wedges and red wine vinaigrette. Several plates of exquisite sushi and sashimi are neatly arranged, with tuna belly a beautiful pink and salmon belly gleaming with an orange-red sheen. There are also crepes garnished with caviar, flower-shaped desserts, a variety of wagashi (Japanese sweets), and fresh fruit.

Amamiya Rin took a white porcelain plate, first picked up two pieces of tuna, then a few pieces of sushi, and casually grabbed a few slices of watermelon before heading towards the rest area.

As Yu Gonglin's gaze swept over the strange chairs, he overheard the laughter and chatter of several women sitting on the so-called art sofas.

A beautiful woman in a silver sequined dress rubbed the chair surface with her palm and said with a light laugh, "Hehehe, it feels so comfortable to sit on, so soft and snug."

"Of course," the short-haired beauty in a black dress next to her commented casually, swirling her champagne glass. "The materials used are of a different grade. Look at this luster; ordinary materials can't have this kind of vibrant texture."

The cute girl with the baby face chuckled, "The glow is extraordinary; it's the glow of youth."

Their conversation drifted into Amamiya Rin's ears, causing him to pause slightly.

He stopped a few steps away, turned to the side, and looked closely at the sofa.

Previously, I only felt uncomfortable looking at it from a distance, but now that I'm up close, under the bright lights, the realistic texture, the fine pores, and even the faint blue veins under the skin on the sofa are so clear that they make me feel nauseous.

That texture is definitely not plastic or resin!

Amamiya Rin's brows furrowed, and the suspicions she had previously denied resurfaced in her mind.

Is it really that kind of material?

How could something that violates ethics, morality, law, and human rights appear so openly at a so-called high society party? Even the Lamaist religion wouldn't do such a thing!

Because the scrutinizing gaze was so direct, it quickly attracted attention.

The woman in the silver dress was the first to turn around. When her gaze fell on Amamiya Rin's face, she visibly paused for a moment.

The young man before me was tall and straight, and the simple suit he wore gave him a sharp and refined look. He was handsome, with a high nose bridge and strong brow bones, and possessed a masculine aura that most idols today lack.

But what is even more striking is his gaze, like the water of a deep pool, its surface calm and reflecting all things, possessing a clarity and serenity that seems to penetrate all superficial appearances.

This stark contrast creates a unique charm.

A look of amazement and keen interest flashed across her eyes. She lowered her hand, which had been casually resting on the back of the chair, and a bright smile bloomed on her face as she gazed at Yu Gonglin with sparkling eyes.

"Oh dear, a new face. Is this your first time at a Libin party?"

Amamiya Rin nodded absentmindedly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the woman didn't mind. On the contrary, she found his aloofness even more attractive.

She stood up with a smile and took two steps closer: "I'm Tomomi Tsubakihara, and you are?"

"Amamiya Rin".

Amamiya Rin's reply was very concise and dry; he was unusually impolite to others.