I suddenly became a yakuza boss.

The two groups of people met in the hotel corridor.

Hubu Xiang was so frightened that snot was coming out of his nose, but the group of tall and burly men opposite him didn't make a move. Instead, one of the middle-aged men bent down, reached out to help him up, and asked, "Excuse me, are you alright?"

However, the professional expression that even forced gentleness couldn't change, and the angle that seemed to indicate a naturally dislocated neck, added a touch of ferocity when he got close to Tobe Sho.

"No...it's okay, it was my fault, I can get up by myself."

Hu Buxiang's face turned pale, and he unconsciously took a few steps back before hurriedly speaking.

"Excuse me, my friend accidentally bumped into you." Hayama Hayato politely apologized to them, then helped Tobe up and asked, "Are you alright?"

"No, no, we've been moving too fast. Please forgive us."

Surprisingly, this group of people, whose faces were grotesque and who didn't look like good people, were actually very polite and courteous.

They quickly headed towards the door and left.

Hayama and Hobe watched them walk away with different expressions.

"Phew...that was close! For a moment I really thought I was going to be killed..."

Hubu Xiang let out a long breath, wiped away his cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice.

Hayato Hayama looked at Sho Tobe and comforted him, saying, "Alright, don't overthink it. They're probably just a group of slightly scary-looking passengers."

"Uh, yeah, haha, they were quite polite too..."

Hubu Xiang chuckled dryly and said to Ye Shan.

But after standing there for a while, he whispered to Hayato Hayama, "Um, Hayato, don't tell anyone else about this. Also, could you help me up again? Oh no, my legs are really giving way..."

Hayato Hayama helped the Minister of Revenue walk.

That scene just now made Hayato Hayama subconsciously understand a social phenomenon.

That is... high school students and yakuza are indeed two worlds that should never come into contact with each other.

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the other side.

Iroha Isshiki never expected to run into Li Xuan at this shop.

She observed the items Li Xuan had purchased, remained silent for a moment, then tiptoed forward and bent down slightly to examine them more closely.

A face of a brown-haired girl with blank eyes and a gloomy expression was reflected in the blade of the knife in Li Xuan's hand!

"Uh!!" Li Xuan felt a chill run down his spine and was startled. He subconsciously turned his head and saw Iroha's profile right in front of him.

"You scared me to death! Wait, what are you doing here?!"

Li Xuan was terrified and asked in astonishment.

For a moment, he thought he had seen something filthy that he shouldn't have seen through the murder weapon!

Iroha Isshiki was also slightly startled by Li Xuan's reaction. She blinked and complained, "How rude of you to say you were startled by a cute high school girl? Actually, I was the one who was startled by you, Mr. Yakuza..."

But soon, a joyful smile spread across Iroha Isshiki's fair and smooth face.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Yakuza?" Iroha asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

Li Xuan sat cross-legged on the cushion. He was slightly taken aback by what was said, but immediately remembered his important matter. He quickly refocused his attention on the antique knife and considered it carefully, saying, "Right, I almost forgot about the important matter. There's less than an hour left, I need to decide quickly..."

Shiroi Iroha noticed that Li Xuan was ignoring her. She stared at him blankly for a moment, then felt a sudden pang of sadness. However, combining the information from before, she roughly guessed what was going on. She leaned down slightly again to look at the katana with Li Xuan, and asked with a smile, "Are you picking out a gift for an elder?"

Li Xuan was taken aback, his attention drawn back to her, and asked, "How do you know so much detail?"

Iroha Isshiki ignored Li Xuan's question and continued, "But if you give an old person this kind of gift, they might get angry, because it's very unlucky."

Upon hearing this, Li Xuan actually thought the same thing; it seemed that giving a knife as a gift to an old man's birthday banquet was indeed inappropriate.

But this was very much in line with the yakuza style. After all, his boss was a once-powerful figure in the underworld, and he had never given him a birthday present before. He really didn't know what to give that would be appropriate for a yakuza-style occasion. Sending pastries or something similar felt too ordinary a gift; he needed something special. But since he'd only found out it was his boss's birthday yesterday, he hadn't had time to think or prepare anything...

Putting all that aside for now, Li Xuan's low-angle view of Isshiki Hatake, who was leaning down, was quite a sight. Her flaxen, shoulder-length hair fell slightly, covering her somewhat childish face. Her snow-white face and tranquil eyes gave people a unique sense of gentle beauty and youthful purity that was typical of Easterners. It gave people a stunning feeling of "Wow, this is what a Japanese high school girl should be like."

"?" Iroha Isshiki seemed to notice the gaze, looked in Li Xuan's direction, and immediately gave him a captivating smile.

She's also a beautiful girl who takes cuteness to the extreme.

Li Xuan wondered to himself.

He felt a little guilty, wondering if his heart had skipped a beat just now...

Li Xuan pondered for a moment, looked at Yi Se again, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you'll get scolded for giving me this gift?"

Isshiki Hatake gave her a "Does this even need asking?" look and nodded, saying, "Yeah, usually it does."

After bowing to the hairy-legged, Buddhist-like antique seller, Li Xuan and Isshiki Yu returned to the narrow pedestrian street.

"I need to buy it quickly, but a samurai sword isn't an option either. What should I do..."

Li Xuan stood in the street, muttering to himself, his distressed expression looking terrifying, causing passersby to instinctively avoid him.

"??" Iroha Isshiki, who had returned to the street with him, looked at Li Xuan, who was anxiously stamping his feet, with curiosity.

Why was he so nervous about buying a gift?

Whether it was due to some subtle influence or not, Isshiki Hatake realized that she seemed to have developed an immunity to Yakuza, and no longer felt much terror...

In the unfamiliar town, the sudden appearance of a familiar face brightened Iroha's mood.

"Mr. Yakuza, I rarely see you so anxious. Is something bothering you?" Isshiki asked with great interest.

Li Xuan turned his head to look at Isshiki and noticed Isshiki's concerned expression towards him.

Normally, he might have given a vague answer, but this situation was a bit different. He actually needed someone to tell him about Japanese gift-giving etiquette, and more importantly, when people are anxious, they always want to confide in someone, especially about something as trivial as this...

Li Xuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I need to give a birthday present to my... a very kind and elderly neighbor in an hour. I've always wanted to thank him, but I only found out last night that today is his birthday. Everything was too rushed, and I didn't have time to prepare a unique birthday present."

Iroha understood. Giving a gift to the old neighbor was unexpected, as she was surprised that the Yakuza were so humane. However, she still had some questions. Looking at the strange man, she asked, "So, why did Mr. Yakuza specifically buy a samurai sword for the old man?"

Li Xuan put his hands in his pockets and explained, "One of my upper-class neighbors told me that he particularly likes gifts that are masculine but can't be bought for too much money for his birthday..."

That's how the young master revealed it to him, in a tone that suggested he had everything under control.

"I see..." This clever high school girl had a lot of ideas. She stood in the street and thought for a moment before asking, "Indeed, a samurai sword is too impolite and also unlucky. Mr. Yakuza, have you considered what other gift to give me?"

Li Xuan stood in the narrow Japanese-style street, pondering carefully, and told Isshiki about the alternative plans.

"For example, samurai armor..."

"Swiss Army knives and the like..."

"A black kimono or something..."

......

In Isshiki Hachi's mind, a vivid image of her elderly neighbor had already appeared.

Is his next-door neighbor Oda Nobunaga, the Sixth Demon King who traveled from another world?

"Wait, isn't it almost ten o'clock? I can't chat with you anymore, I'd better hurry up and look for a suitable gift..."

Li Xuan glanced at his watch and noticed that time was running out, so he prepared to leave halfway through.

There's really no way around it.

Suddenly, the colorful feather behind Li Xuan deliberately let out a very obvious sigh.

"?" Li Xuan was taken aback and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Ahem." Iroha Isshiki cleared her throat, her beautiful face looking at Li Xuan, and said, "If you keep searching like this, you'll probably only make things more chaotic."

Li Xuan stood in the street, looking at Isse with surprise, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I sense that although you respect the other person very much, you don't know much about their detailed interests and hobbies. But even so, there is still a high chance of success in buying a gift."

Iroha Isshiki looked confident, her eyes shining brightly, and said, "The secret is that when making a choice, it doesn't necessarily need to be surprising or special~~~~~"

Despite the high school girl's pretentious air of a seasoned shopper, Li Xuan found some of her theories quite reasonable.

Li Xuan then asked, "So what is your suggestion?"

Iroha Isshiki said with a smile, "The most important thing is that it's suitable. Being suitable is a pleasant surprise."

"Besides, shopping alone can be a bit disorienting, don't you think? Having more people to offer advice can significantly improve efficiency in a short time," said Isshiki Hatake, her short hair swaying slightly as she looked at Li Xuan with a smile.

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The bustling commercial street was packed with people.

Led by Yi Se, Li Xuan followed beside her.

The first one is a pastry shop.

As expected of a role model for Japanese high school girls, Iroha Isshiki is incredibly perceptive when it comes to shopping. As soon as she entered the store, she went straight to ask the elderly about the pastry flavors that are popular with them.

"Hello, may I try this pastry?" Iroha Isshiki quickly picked out a pastry, raised her hand, and asked energetically.

Standing in the store, Li Xuan could see that this girl was eye-catching and likable no matter where she was.

"Sir, come here, come here quickly." Isse gestured for him to come over.

As soon as Li Xuan took a few steps forward, Yi Se took a sample of dessert from the shop assistant, broke it in half with her hand, and stuffed one half directly into Li Xuan's mouth.

Such intimate gestures in public are truly exhilarating.

Li Xuan was completely dumbfounded and at a loss.

"Mr. Gangster, you should also have a good taste and see if it's good."

Issei Iroha said to Li Xuan.

"Hmm..." Under the various gazes of everyone, Li Xuan reluctantly accepted the pastry.

The two stood together and tried the pastry.

"So, what do you think?" Isshiki asked in a low voice, afraid that the shop assistants nearby would hear her.

"I think it tastes pretty good, but is it any reference point if it suits my taste?" Li Xuan chewed and looked at Isse, asking.

Isshiki, who was chewing nearby, was spouting philosophical theories, saying, "If you don't even like the gift you give away, how can you expect others to enjoy it? That's a reliable approach."

Ignoring Li Xuan's opinion, Yi Se raised her hand and loudly called out to the shop assistant, "Hello, please give me three of these!"

Then she turned her head, still smiling, and looked straight at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan saw Isshiki Yu's hint and immediately understood. However, he hadn't decided whether to buy it or not. But due to the situation, he obediently took out his wallet and paid.