My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

This was the first time she had ever seen so much money in her life.

She's already starting to fantasize about how to spend that 100 million yen...

After a long while, she remembered something, hid the check, quickly went to the entrance, and opened the door.

At the doorway stood Tony, a white man who looked impatient.

The moment she saw her boyfriend, Kanako's face revealed genuine love and tenderness, something she had never shown when facing Hayato.

Kanako suddenly threw herself into Tony's arms, brandishing the check in her hand and saying proudly, "Darling, we're rich! One hundred million yen, one hundred million yen!"

Tony had intended to slap Kanako to teach her a lesson for making him wait so long on this winter night, but he changed his mind after hearing "one hundred million yen".

He let Kanako nestle in his arms like a little bird, then snatched the check from her hand, examined it carefully, and once he confirmed it was real, he too was filled with excitement.

One hundred million yen is roughly one million US dollars.

One million US dollars, that's roughly the amount an average American would earn in 20 years without eating or drinking!

He was in a great mood and bowed his head to praise Kanako: "Well done! All my love for you has been worth it."

Kanako felt a sweet, tingling sensation in her heart upon hearing her boyfriend's affirmation. She looked up shyly, closed her eyes, and raised her lips for a kiss.

Tony didn't hold back, giving her a deep French kiss until Kanako was almost out of breath before letting go.

“Let’s go cash the checks,” Tony said.

"and many more."

"What's wrong?" Tony asked, sounding a little impatient.

Kanako whispered something in his ear.

Tony's expression grew increasingly shocked as he listened, until Kanako finished speaking, at which point he couldn't help but ask, "He did 'save' you, so how can you hate him so much?"

Kanako leaned against him, angrily saying, "Of course I hate him, because of him, your forehead..."

She gently stroked the medical gauze on Tony's forehead.

Finally, Tony went inside, retrieved the unconscious Hayato and Kanako, and left for the private clinic Kanako had mentioned that could harvest kidneys...

Chapter 437 Rebirth

The cold wind howled.

It's already 10 p.m., and most people in Sapporo are getting ready to go to sleep, but for those who love nightlife, this is when their exciting lives begin.

Kensuke Miyamori, now known as Kensuke Kitagawa, got out of a taxi. He couldn't remember the last time he had taken a taxi.

We crossed the bustling sidewalk, entered a narrow street inaccessible by car, and then stopped in front of a bar.

Even before entering, you can hear deafening disco music blaring from inside. Through the bar's glass doors, you can see the dazzling, hazy lights and the figures of all sorts of young men and women wildly swaying their hips...

As Kitagawa Kensuke pushed open the door, a mixture of smells—alcohol, cheap cigarettes, pungent perfume, and other unidentified odors—rushed into his nostrils, causing him to furrow his brow deeply.

Given his status, he would never deign to come to such a remote and obscure place.

However, there's nothing we can do now; circumstances dictate our actions.

He weaved through the dense crowd, his destination clear: a private room deep inside the bar.

In a corner of the bar, a woman dressed in a cool and aloof manner sat alone, drinking her beverage and coldly rejecting all the men who tried to strike up a conversation with her.

However, she wasn't just drinking; while drinking, she was also secretly observing every man in the bar.

At that moment, she noticed Kensuke Kitagawa.

As a woman who frequents bars, she has long since developed a keen eye for detail. With just one glance, she can discern a man's income and social status quite well.

Next, observe the man's behavior and demeanor, and you'll be able to get a pretty good idea of ​​his personality and current mood.

Kensuke Kitagawa may be a bit of a capitalist, but the aristocratic air he developed from years in a high position has long been part of his inner qualities.

The aloof woman immediately realized that this man was a truly important person, not one of those poor losers who had tried to flirt with her before.

Like a bee drawn to a flower, she stood up, holding a glass of red wine, and walked towards Kensuke Kitagawa. Her expression became alluring, completely devoid of her previous coldness.

Wasn't her purpose in coming here to wait for such a successful man?

"oops!"

Clang!

She deliberately bumped into the hurried Kitagawa Kensuke, then let out a groan and fell to the ground, spilling the wine glass in her hand onto him. This way, even if Kitagawa Kensuke was in a hurry, he would stop.

She started waiting for Kitagawa Kensuke's "Miss, are you alright?" or "Miss, this dress of mine, blah blah blah..."

As a result, she waited and waited but no one came. When she looked up, Kitagawa Kensuke had already disappeared into the crowd.

Kensuke Kitagawa was in a worse mood after being splashed all over by a strange woman, but he had no time to care about such a trivial matter.

Moreover, even if I were in the mood, I wouldn't look down on these public toilets.

Finally, he arrived at a private room inside the bar.

Upon opening the door to the private room, the interior was dimly lit, and only one person could be vaguely seen sitting on the sofa.

Kensuke Miyamori sat down on the sofa opposite the man.

After sitting down, Kensuke Miyamori picked up the cup on the table and took a big gulp of tea.

Then he slammed the cup down and loudly questioned, "Mr. M, what did you promise me back then? 'We are the most professional team,' 'We have never failed,' 'Leave it to us and just wait for news at home'..."

Kensuke's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke, until he finally roared, "And now? That little bastard is still unharmed. Don't you owe me an explanation?"

However, the person opposite him listened quietly to Kensuke Miyamori finish speaking, and said calmly, "Mr. Miyamori, oh, now I should call him Mr. Kitagawa, we should be the ones getting angry."

The man named "Mr. M" stared directly at Kensuke with innocent eyes. Although there was no anger or murderous intent, it sent chills down Kensuke's spine, as if he were being watched by a cheetah.

That's the look in the eyes of a true top assassin!

Kensuke Kitagawa tensed up. He suddenly thought: What if the other party suddenly attacks and kills me?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. His heart started beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

After a short while, Mr. M spoke calmly, breaking the solemn atmosphere: "You never told us that the monster we're dealing with is one of those monsters."

"Monster? What do you mean?"

Mr. M stared at him intently for a moment before looking away.

"It seems you know nothing," he said, then stood up to leave.

"Hey, wait!"

"Is there anything else?"

"You're just leaving like this? The target is still alive and well, your mission is not completed at all. Either give me my money back, or keep going until the deal is done!" Kitagawa Kensuke stated the purpose of his trip.

"Try again? Mr. Kitagawa, you should figure out who your opponent is first! Otherwise... you won't even know how you died."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

"Come back, I can pay more! If you succeed, I'll give you ten times the original amount! No, fifty times!"

However, Mr. M showed no intention of staying.

After Mr. M had been gone for a long time, Kensuke Kitagawa's angry expression calmed down.

He sat alone on the sofa, drinking tea, lost in thought.

Half an hour later, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that the only option is to go to America's garrison?"

He really didn't want to go looking for those vampires unless absolutely necessary.

However, this is his only chance to turn things around.

……

Miyazaki Hospital.

Kouta is brushing Hui's teeth.

"Hui, ah—"

"Kota?"

"No, it's Kouta, it's—" Kouta held a toothbrush with toothpaste on it and made a mouth-opening gesture.

"what--"

Taking advantage of the situation, Kouta put the toothbrush into Hui's mouth and began brushing his teeth.

"Spit it out~" Hui was stimulated and instinctively shook her head, trying to spit the toothbrush out.

But Kouta wasn't about to let such a good opportunity slip by. He focused all his attention on Hui's movements, his hand holding the toothbrush moving in sync with her actions, ensuring that he was brushing her teeth while keeping the pressure to a minimum to prevent hurting her.

After brushing his teeth, Hui's mouth was full of foam, while Kouta was listless and drenched in sweat...

Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

The sky was still a hazy gray.

The entire city of Sapporo was covered with a layer of pure white frost, as if it were draped in a veil. The temperature had dropped again last night!

At this moment, the quiet and peaceful streets were deserted. The beverage cans and beer bottles that people had discarded last night lay quietly in various corners, and the occasional vehicles that passed by were only delivery trucks...

Beside a pile of garbage at the entrance of an alley, lay a lifeless body.

This is the master Hayato.

Last night, after he was drugged, Kanako and Tony took him to a private clinic and removed one of his kidneys.

Later, they carelessly threw him into a roadside garbage dump after deeming him useless.

Passersby were not surprised to see Hayato lying in the garbage heap.

Because last night was Friday night.

At this time of day, it's common to see people who are still hungover from drinking late at night sleeping on the street; they've long since become accustomed to it.

Kanako and Tony didn't intend to kill anyone. In their view, Takasaki Hayato should wake up later, and even if he slept outside for one night, he wouldn't die. Life is tenacious and not so fragile.

However, the temperature dropped sharply that night, and the unconscious Hayato Takasaki never woke up again.