Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Finally, he found out that Sophia was off work today and had gone to the Dream France nightclub, so he came over.

Haruo and Keizo have been gone for ten minutes and should arrive in a few more minutes.

After hanging up the phone, he went straight into the store. Led by a young man in a black suit, he walked to the crystal counter in the lobby and prepared to pay the entrance fee.

The female cashier behind the counter was a local, with a maid's hairstyle, and quite pretty.

Xiuming doesn't have a membership card.

It's not expensive, only 3,000 yen, and you can play until closing time.

There's an expensive option: 5,000 yen for a late-night show where you can watch a striptease from the audience.

"Sir, is this your first time here?"

After the young man who had led the way left, an older young man came in through the side door. He rubbed his hands together, winked, and smiled in a somewhat lewd manner.

A hint of annoyance flashed in the female cashier's eyes, but she remained silent.

"Of course, after all, you've made money, you should broaden your horizons!" Xiuming said calmly.

"Then you've really come to the right place... Come, come, please sit here... Let me give you a detailed introduction."

The older young man pulled Xiuming to sit on the red and gold-trimmed fabric sofa opposite the crystal counter, and then pulled a list out of his pocket.

It's not a promotional flyer for the "Dream France" nightclub at all.

The homepage lists the restaurant as "Lang Lan".

It's an adult-oriented restaurant serving hot pot and teppanyaki.

It has been around for twelve years and is located on the third basement level.

That was a place where women were not allowed to enter.

Simply put, it's like eating hotpot while watching strippers perform leg-raising dances, spreading their legs wide open for you to see... but you're not allowed to touch them!

If you want to call it vulgar, then it is vulgar; if you want to call it interesting, even perverts would think so…

The dining costs are the same as those of high-end restaurants. Such restaurants are highly sought after, especially among civil servants.

Although Xiuming hadn't eaten yet and was quite hungry, watching that kind of leg-raising dance while eating made him feel like he wouldn't be able to eat and might even spoil the mood.

After all, food sold through shows like this is definitely not good; it's not going to taste good.

In the end, under the resentful gaze of the older young man, Hideaki only paid three thousand yen.

Because Hideaki had to wait for Haruo and Keizo to enter, he continued to sit on the sofa in the lobby and wait.

The older young man was very persistent, constantly promoting his "adult kappo" themed restaurant.

"Officials at all levels of the Ministry of Finance, as well as many high-ranking members of parliament, all come to our store to patronize it. We don't really need to expand our business at all," the older young man gestured enthusiastically. "I just thought you had an extraordinary air about you, sir, a kind of awe-inspiring presence that makes people hesitate to approach you, a feeling of looking up to a mountain. That's why I recommended it to you, thinking you deserve it... Sir, would you mind getting a membership card? My grandmother is seriously ill and needs some money..."

He started to cry as he finished speaking, and Xiuming turned around in surprise, the turn of events was too sudden.

Chapter 184 We Suspect She's a Spy

The sofa where Hideaki was sitting was on the side closest to the door, making it easier for him to spot Haruo.

The salesman was sitting on the other side to his right.

Beyond the salesman's door was a heavy glass door, illuminated by neon lights that created a kaleidoscope of colors, while frenetic, upbeat music wafted from the cracks.

Xiuming turned around in surprise, but before his gaze could land on the salesman's face, he was drawn to a blonde waitress standing by the glass door.

She wore a black and white outfit, high heels, black stockings, a black skirt that just went past her knees, and a white apron with lace trim. In her left hand she held a tray with wine glasses, and in her right hand she rested on the metal doorknob of the glass door.

Her blonde hair was tied into two ponytails, hanging down in front of her high breasts.

Xiuming was drawn to her because she was also staring straight at him; to be precise, she had her brows slightly furrowed and her blue eyes were fixed on the doctor's name tag on Xiuming's chest.

It seemed that Xiuming had also seen her, so she walked over with her high heels clicking on the floor. She was about 1.8 meters tall, and with the high heels on, she looked even taller.

“Sir,” she said in standard Japanese, her brow furrowing slightly, her tone questioning, “could you tell me why there’s a picture of me at work on it? Who gave you this outfit?”

As a Japanese-American child born after the war, she and her mother had a very difficult life because her father had gone to the United States early on.

Fortunately, she was determined and managed to get into Tokyo Medical University with a loan, but she was not happy at the hospital either, and seemed to be in an atmosphere of passive-aggressive behavior at work.

Many people greet you with smiles on their faces, but behind your back they hurl insults at you.

Moreover, their internship period was deliberately extended. If they couldn't complete the required internship, they wouldn't be qualified to take the national medical examination, and therefore wouldn't become a formal doctor, and thus wouldn't have a formal job or a salary... This world is full of malice.

“I stole it at the hospital,” Xiuming glanced at his work badge, then stood up, his height now level with Sophia’s. He took off his white coat and shoved it into her hand, then walked straight to the glass door, saying, “Since you found out, I’ll give it back to you.”

Is this foreign woman here to work as a waitress? Is it part-time...?

Since Zhifu came looking for her, keeping a close eye on her would prevent her from losing him. Also, this outfit is too obvious. If it weren't for the need to cover the front of the door, she should have taken it off long ago... and she can't give it back to her.

Never mind, it's dark inside, I can't see...

“Uh…” Sophia subconsciously took the white coat, turned her head in a daze, and watched as Xiuming walked past her as if nothing had happened.

Is this the attitude a thief should have?

It wasn't until Xiuming opened the glass door and the raucous music burst out and filled the hall that she snapped back to reality. She quickly threw her white coat to the counter clerk, hurriedly chased after her, and shouted, "Please stop!"

Xiuming ignored her. The glass door had just closed when she suddenly pulled it open again. Her Western-style face was contorted with anger as she shouted, "Why did you steal my clothes?"

Although it was a small matter, and the clothes were returned, his attitude was infuriating.

"What?" Xiuming tilted his head, opened his hands, put them behind his ears, and walked towards the booths on the outside of the dance floor, saying loudly, "It's too noisy here, I can't hear you!"

The dance floor was packed with people. Flashing neon lights pierced through the thin smoke, sweeping over the colorful heads of the crowd. A group of scantily clad men and women jumped and danced wildly to the frenetic, energetic music, almost like madmen.

Here you can vent all kinds of stress, and no matter how much you scream, you won't be considered a heretic.

As for groping... well, if you get caught, in some cases it depends on your looks, but in most cases, you need to consider how thick your wallet is.

Because many young women deliberately dress like that and then play the role of high-class hunters on the dance floor. Some even work with their so-called boyfriends to specifically target men who want to grope them. If you're not careful, you might get extorted for a large sum of money, or even beaten up.

The loud, jarring music playing indoors made one's internal organs tremble, but even at such close range, the shouts could still be heard clearly.

"You can clearly hear me, don't pretend you can't hear me!" Sofia gritted her teeth in anger, followed closely behind Xiuming, and shouted in his ear, "I want you to apologize to me!"

“I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you,” Xiuming found an empty booth, sat down, put his legs up on the glass table, and then waved his hand and said, “Give me a free fruit platter and pastries, or I’ll complain about you.”

Drinks are at your own expense, but a complimentary fruit platter and small cakes will be provided. They are quite small, not enough to fill your teeth, but sufficient for a small snack.

Sofia's angry expression suddenly froze as she realized that she was a waitress, earning a living through this part-time job, and that she would have her pay docked if a customer complained.

"You wait!"

Sofia silently took deep breaths and walked towards the bar, trying to comfort herself: Although his attitude was quite awful, it's not a big deal, right? Anyway, it's all been returned... Ugh! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Why did he have the right to bully her like that?

I went to the bar, grabbed a free fruit platter and pastries, and peeked at Xiuming's booth. It was quite dark; he probably couldn't see me...

"Ptooey~ ptooey~"

She picked up the fruit plate and small cakes, secretly spat a few times, and felt secretly pleased with herself.

Suddenly, Keizo pushed open the glass door to the entrance, and Haruo, whose hands were in casts, walked in with him.

The two of them spotted Sophia standing at the bar, holding a fruit platter. They were both startled and then instinctively looked at each other.

I thought it would take a while to find... It's even more exciting than the photos.

This place was previously managed by the "Dongzhou Association," but after Fukai Jiro's suicide squad destroyed its headquarters, and the "Yamagai Group" didn't take over, no one came to collect protection money, so it's now operating independently.

Nowadays, the members of the "Mountain Alliance" are respected by the underworld wherever they go. The two of them can be said to be extremely arrogant, making no attempt to hide their lewd gazes as they scanned Sophia.

"Hello~ Hello~!" Zhifu said with a grin, waving his hand which was in a cast. "Little sister, come and have a drink with me."

Sofia couldn't help but frown; those two guys were smiling so lewdly.

Although I didn't want to talk to them, I couldn't be rude to the customers either. Besides, customers like that were easy targets in the nightclub.

Drinking? I happen to sell alcohol; I get a 500 yen commission for each bottle cap.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen," Sofia said, forcing a polite smile despite her nausea. "I'll serve you after I've finished serving the fruit platter to that guest."

Haruo glanced at Keizo, who immediately took out his wallet, put a 10,000 yen bill on the tray that Sophia was holding.

Sofia paused for a moment, then broke into a wide smile and said, "What kind of drink would you like, sir? We have stout, whiskey, Hachikai, Limousin..."

Zhifu ordered a medium-sized bottle of dark beer, and insisted on ordering ten bottles.

Although the allure of money was strong for Sophia, she didn't dare neglect Hideaki in order to avoid being complained about. While Haruo and Keizo were looking for a booth, she also put pastries and fruit platters on Hideaki's table with a sly look on her face while she was carrying beer.

"Hey, you're smiling so sweetly at them, why are you giving me the cold shoulder?"

“They gave me a 10,000 yen tip,” Sofia said in a good mood, carrying her beer as she walked out. “If you give me a tip, I’ll smile at you too.”

What's the use of being handsome if you're just someone who gets to eat free fruit platters? It's better to be a fat sheep, even if you're sleazy, because you're generous and worth smiling at, even if you feel disgusted inside... After all, that's how the job is!

Xiuming pointed to the fruit plate on the table and asked, "Did you spit in it?"

The fruit platter contained watermelon cut into small, finger-sized cubes, each with a toothpick stuck in it, and a small triangular cake, no bigger than the palm of your hand, topped with a bright red cherry.

"How could that be?" Sophia immediately raised her voice, saying as she walked, "If you don't like it, just go and get another plate yourself. It's self-service anyway, it's already good enough that I brought it to you."

Sofia ran off as she spoke, and Xiuming pushed the fruit platter and small cakes aside with disdain.

Lying without blushing, those fruit platters and pastries in the self-service area might have been spat on by someone. It's better not to know, but it's disgusting once you find out.

The booth where Chifu and Keizo were sitting was quite close to the restroom. The white light in the restroom corridor shone directly on their lewd smiles as they huddled together, talking and chuckling.

They were separated by two booths, and the room was quite noisy, so I couldn't hear what they were saying.

At this moment, the information displayed by Zhifu is already in a completed state, only lacking a good review.

Jing San's waist was bulging, clearly indicating he was carrying a gun; we had to take him down first.

The best time to take him down is when he's off guard, such as when they're flirting with Sofia.

Honestly, it's hard to stand watching a pretty foreign girl who hasn't even been flirted with yet get flirted with by someone else.

With this selfish mindset, Hideaki left the booth, passed a dark booth with two people stuck together, grabbed a silk scarf from the table, wrapped it around his face, and then sat down next to Haruo and Keizo.

After all, we can't kill them both.

Just then, Sofia, with a smile on her face, carried over ten medium-sized bottles of dark beer.

Zhifu said with a grin, "I don't drink, you drink. I'll buy you as much as you drink."

Sophia's smile froze. She turned to look at the bar area, where the security guards arranged by the boss were. Then, she gritted her teeth, opened all ten bottles of wine, and nodded, saying, "Okay."