In Tokyo, even the most fierce dragon is afraid of the hatchet

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A century of skill.

Nagano Nao fainted.

Okamoto Xiaozhi also said: "Men from this inferior race are not men at all. How can they have the courage to die for their dignity?"

"..."

Nagano Naoio was quite speechless.

Is it really okay for you to discriminate against Americans like this?

Die?

Come to think of it, I don’t have the courage to die for my dignity.

Feeling insulted.

"Forget it, it's just a small matter, don't let it affect your mood for shopping."

"..."

that's it.

The group arrived at a clothing store.

There was a blonde shopping guide standing at the door. When she saw Nagano Nao and his group coming, she actually bowed, smiled sweetly, and said in very confusing Japanese: "Take off your clothes and stuff them in immediately."

"How come they can still speak Japanese?" asked Kurata Himiri in a low voice.

Nagano grinned: "If you have ever heard a lady say, Boss, you can issue an invoice, you will know why."

"Nani?"

"Because of the charm of money!"

"..."

really.

The clerk didn't speak Japanese at all, and except for greetings, the whole process was in English.

Several shop assistants, with their brightest smiles, surrounded Nagano Naoio and Kurata Himiri, providing them with meticulous service, as if they were seeing God.

A pair of leather shoes is not bad.

As soon as Nagano sat down, two blonde beauties squatted down and took off his shoes.

The store manager next to him was not willing to be left out either, so he poured the coffee himself and brought it to Nagano's mouth attentively, just like he was serving his grandfather.

This kind of service.

To be honest, it’s not that Nagano Nao has not enjoyed himself.

When shopping in Japan, girls often kneel on the ground to serve you.

But being served like this by a few big foreign horses, and American big foreign horses at that, I immediately felt like I was bringing glory to my country.

I feel a little dizzy.

I looked at Kurata Himiri and saw that she was doing the same thing as me, with several blonde girls squatting on the ground to change her shoes. I felt inexplicably inflated and proud.

It’s really good to have money!

In the face of such enthusiastic service, it is natural to give corresponding rewards.

Not even bothering to look at the prices, Nagano Nao asked the waiter to pack up a bunch of things.

This way.

The group of blonde girls in the store smiled even more enthusiastically.

I dropped the delivery address and took a look at the bill.

38320 dollars.

Of course, it was impossible for me to carry so much cash on me, but I had previously opened a cashier's check from Goldman Sachs Bank.

He took it out and wrote down forty thousand.

Throw it over.

"The extra amount is your tip. I am very satisfied with your service."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Bow +1.

The American horses, who never bowed, bowed one by one and stood at the door of the store, watching Nagano Nao and his gang go away.

"It's beautiful, but they've gone far away!" A girl with some spots on her face joked to her colleague.

The other person sighed and said, "Hey! Such a handsome guy, why don't you approach me?"

"Then why don't you take the initiative?"

"They don't even look at me straight in the eye, so what's the point of taking the initiative?"

"That's good to know. The Japanese are very picky. Let's forget about it. I heard that they don't even like big stars. Let's just work hard!"

"That's right. But I made so much tips today. I'm rich!"

Over a thousand dollars in spending.

In this era, this is undoubtedly a considerable amount of money.

Even if everyone divides it equally, they can get more than a hundred, which is enough for a week's salary.

The shop assistants were all smiling and secretly felt that they had paid off in learning Japanese greetings, otherwise how could they have gotten so many tips.

But they didn't know that Nagano Nao and his gang went to the Cartier jewelry store and bought some more things. Although the other party didn't speak Japanese, they were good at calculating the change and also received a tip of more than a thousand dollars.

The night is getting darker.

Walking through the shops in Times Square.

As soon as you enter, you will receive the warmest greeting and the most respectful service.

He even looked at a hot blonde girl twice more, so when he was paying the bill, she opened her eyes wide and handed him a note with anticipation.

I have never enjoyed such an experience before.

Looking at the other person's explosive body, Nagano Nao took the phone call and felt eager to make a move.

Return to your home in the Manhattan neighborhood.

After walking around for half a day and taking a hot bath, Zhou Shen’s fatigue immediately disappeared.

suddenly.

There was a knock on the door.

After answering, Kurata Himiri walked in somewhat hesitantly.

Because she had just finished a shower, the secretary's face was flushed, and the clothes stuck to her body were hazy, outlining her beautiful figure.

Nagano Nao pounces on his prey like a hungry tiger.

A strange sound was heard.

After a long time, Kurata Himiri's face became even redder, and she leaned silently in front of Nagano Nao.

They were enjoying this rare peace with each other, which brought a different kind of warmth.

Take out your wallet.

A note dropped.

Nagano Nao put it away, took a shower, and came over while drying his hair, only to see Kurata Himiri taking her wallet and putting a condom in it.

Eyes facing each other.

Kurata Himiri said embarrassedly: "If the master wants to go to those women, please be sure to take defensive measures."

"..."

"Master, why are you looking at me like that!"

"Do you think I'm a pervert?"

Nagano Nao's face turned dark.

Am I that bad?

Ok!

The main thing is that the secretary actually supported me in fooling around, which made me very unhappy.

"Aren't you jealous, Fei?"

"Of course! But... this kind of thing... is unavoidable for boys, so... when doing that kind of thing, please protect yourself, Master, and don't let your blood be polluted by the inferior Americans!"

"..."

Chapter 276 You Might Be Cuckolded

Inferior Americans?

One’s own blood cannot be polluted?

Big watery eyes.

The waves are rippling.

It was just a look filled with tenderness, three parts of jealousy, and seven parts of seriousness and caution.

I feel very weird.

You can support yourself to go out and mess around, but you can't allow the transmission of bloodline... What the hell...

Nagano Naoko is no longer able to be fooled.

I don't know why the turmoil in my heart subsided, and was replaced by an indescribable excitement, as well as a deep sense of pride and confidence.

Kurata Himiri saw a pair of fiery eyes, and before she could react, she was pushed down on the bed: "What the hell... I'm not coming anymore...!"