Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Baka yarou!"

"You beast! I won't let him get away with this!"

"Chang Xiying is such an idiot! Bringing that thing in here, is she trying to kill us?!"

As soon as they stepped out of the villa, Lin Cheng, Nishimura, and Tian Shen's expressions changed drastically. They flew into a rage and began to curse loudly.

The composed exterior shattered into dust, replaced by uncontrollable anger and terror, as well as lingering fear.

It's like escaping from a gas chamber but not being able to confirm whether there are any residual viruses on your body.

"Fortunately, our contact with Tomie was brief, and our desire for her cannot sway our will!"

Nishimura raised his hand to adjust his glasses and muttered to himself.

Tomie's charisma is indeed extraordinary, but for these political animals, power is everything, and the poison of power is more attractive than Tomie's charm.

What are women compared to supreme power?

As long as they have power, they can maintain a vibrant body and youthful appearance, with money and beauty readily available and easily discarded.

Once they lose power, they will become the lowest commoners in the eyes of the past.

"They're finished."

Meanwhile, in the villa's lobby, Takashi shook his head.

The man entangled with Tomie Kawakami is destined to become obsessed with her charm, eventually going mad and torturing her to death and dismembering her. From her body parts, more Tomie Kawakamis will be born.

People who are not deeply entangled with the past and have a strong will usually will not be captured by the bewitching charm of Tomie Kawakami, otherwise society would have collapsed long ago.

However, the organization cannot allow any potential problems to arise.

Even if there is only a one percent chance that they will be affected by Tomie, they will be marginalized until it is confirmed that their mental state is still normal. However, by then, their positions will have already been taken by others.

"Mayor, please look over there."

The maid returned to Takagi's side and whispered a reminder.

Following the direction indicated by the waitress, Gao Shi looked over the spacious hall and landed on the rest area.

There, Tomomi Tsubakihara, Kei Sato, and Michiko Tanabe were surrounding a young man whose back was to her. The man was tall and straight, like a lone pine tree in the mountains, and even though he was surrounded by the three of them, he still exuded a sense of detachment that was out of place with the glitz and glamour around him.

"That man came with Chang Xiying and Kawakami Tomie."

Upon hearing this, Gao Shi narrowed his eyes.

The people Changxi brought? With Tomie by her side, why would she bring other men?

"Let's go take a look."

Gao Shi seemed lost in thought, holding his champagne glass, and walked over unhurriedly.

The dark green dress swayed gently with her steps, and wherever she went, the sounds of conversation unconsciously lowered, and some people respectfully nodded in greeting.

As she got closer, she could see the man's face clearly.

Very young, no more than twenty years old.

He has regular features, distinct angles, and a dignified and heroic air about him.

In the interplay of light and shadow, that face seemed to possess an inherent, serene focus, making everything around it appear inexplicably frivolous and fragile.

Tomomi Tsubakihara wore a confident smile as she reached out to touch the man's arm. "Amamiya-kun, don't be so cold. It's just a dance, it won't cost you anything."

The man calmly stepped back half a step, just in time to avoid the hand.

"I'm not good at it, and I'm not interested either. I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave."

His voice was calm, but it carried a cold indifference that kept people at a distance. He exuded a resistance to his surroundings as he lifted his foot, trying to leave the three women.

"Ms. Tsubakihara, Ms. Sato, Ms. Tanabe."

Gao stepped forward and blocked the way in front of Yu Gonglin. A polite smile appeared on her face. Her gaze first swept over the three ladies before finally settling on Yu Gonglin.

"Who is this?"

"Master Gaoshi."

Sato Kei was the first to greet her, his tone familiar yet subtly friendly.

Tomomi Tsubakihara and Michiko Tanabe also stepped back slightly, making room for each other.

"You've come too? This is Amamiya-kun, a newcomer who's here for the first time today. We were just inviting him to the dance floor, but he doesn't seem to be very accommodating."

Sato Kei said half-jokingly.

Good evening, Mayor.

Tomomi Tsubakihara and Michiko Tanabe smiled and agreed, but their eyes couldn't help but drift towards Rin Amamiya.

This man possessed a unique sense of tranquility; the closer one got, the more it stirred one's desire, making one want to tear through his aloof exterior and pin him down for one's own pleasure.

"Amamiya-kun? Hello, I'm Takashi."

Gao Shi nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Yu Gonglin's face. He slowly and deliberately looked him up and down before extending his right hand in front of Yu Gonglin.

Amamiya Rin did not reach out.

Instead of reaching out, he frowned.

This face... looks familiar, it overlaps seven or eight parts with a face in his memory.

Miyuki Kawahara?

Yes! It's Miyuki Kawahara!

In comparison, the woman in front of him was older, and her temperament was completely different. There were also many differences in the details of her face, as if she had been exquisitely made up. She was more rounded and looked more beautiful than Miyuki Kawahara.

However, it looks a bit fake.

Amamiya Rin's gaze grew increasingly deep. His eyes swept across Gao Shi's face and then turned to the various so-called art furniture pieces elsewhere. A disbelieving thought rose in his mind.

Even if she killed more than a dozen people, even if she went through the expedited process, Kawahara Miyuki is not yet due for execution; she should still be in prison...

"Is Amamiya-kun not used to this kind of occasion?"

Gao Shi's hand paused in mid-air for a few seconds before he calmly withdrew it, his smile remaining unchanged, even deepening.

Her gaze lingered unabashedly on Amamiya Rin's face, her eyes even more intense than before.

Unlike the men at the party who were either overly attentive, greasy, or pretentious, this young man was clean-cut and had an air of detachment from the world, making him seem out of place at the party.

This young man didn't seem to intend to join in the party atmosphere either; his every move revealed his obvious resistance.

However, this cleanliness and purity only intensified the evil desires in Gao Shi's heart.

The cleaner he is, the more I want to get him dirty. The more indifferent he is, the more I want to see him lose control. How wonderful it would be if this face, this body, could be stained with the filth of desire, revealing the ugliness of greed or terror?

"How about you do me the honor of dancing? As one of the organizers, I'll make sure you have a great time at the party."

Gao Shi's tongue lightly licked her lower lip, her eyes as blatant as a wild beast yielding to its instincts.

She had already planned it all out: first, enjoy dancing with the handsome young man; then, buy him a glass of champagne laced with computer parts; and finally, take him straight to the bedroom upstairs…

Thinking of this, Gao Shi's lips curled into a smile.