Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

I'm so tired, so alone

"Hey, cousin Akaza, please don't disturb our duel."

In fact, the battle just now seemed tense, but Nikaidou actually had the advantage in strength and stamina. If Akado hadn't pulled them apart, he would have controlled Shirakawa long ago.

"Alright, alright. I'm his coach after all. I'll just teach him a few tricks."

Akaza retreated a few steps, leaving the battlefield to the two of them again.

Shirakawa kept Akaza's teachings in mind, and this time he decided to take the initiative.

Jingle bell bell~

Nikaidou's cell phone rang.

The fight between the two was forced to end again.

Nikaidou reached into the gap between the protective gear on his waist and took out his cell phone from his pocket to answer the call.

"Hey?"

"Yes, mom, I'm with my cousin. What's wrong?"

"what?"

Nikaidou heard something and his face suddenly changed. He quickly took off his protective gear.

"I'm sorry, Baichuan, we have to go back quickly, cousin, hurry up and pack up and leave."

"what happened?"

"My parents' ramen shop was smashed!"

"What?!" Akaza's reaction was exactly the same as Nikaidou's.

Nikaidou took off all her protective gear, and Akaza pulled her out.

"Hey, wait..." Just as Baichuan was about to follow, his phone also received a message.

It's Miike Miaozi.

[Shirakawa, what's with all this money and school uniforms? Also, why did your teacher Akita come to our house wearing a maid uniform? ]

You’d better go home quickly.

128. Shirakawa’s “Yellow Hair” Way

Shirakawa hurriedly took the train back home.

Along the way, I kept chatting with Nikaidou Misaki on line.

Know the whole story.

This afternoon, a man wearing brass knuckles broke into the store with a group of his thugs and started causing trouble.

Nikaidou's father was outnumbered, so his mother took the opportunity to call the police.

The commercial street has a large flow of customers, so police cars cannot get in, and it takes some time for the police to get there on foot.

Those bad guys seemed to have planned it. They smashed the glass tables, chairs, pots and pans in the store quickly and left in a swagger.

The other party acted very high-profile and even wore the uniform of Chenghuang High School.

The police have now begun to investigate the case, but because they are minors and only destroyed store property but did not rob or injure anyone, they have not committed serious crimes. Even if they are caught, the police can only give them some ideological education.

Judging from the wording of the chat message, Nikaidou is now very angry.

She also mentioned that her cousin Akaza was even more anxious. If it weren't for Nikaidou's parents stopping her, she would have ridden her motorcycle to destroy Chenghuang High School.

Her parents also knew Nikaidou's explosive temper and were afraid that he would fight with them, so they waited until these things happened before notifying her.

Shirakawa could only advise Nikaidou and Akaza not to worry.

But I guess they won't listen to the advice.

Shirakawa is worried that they will find Yoshioka for revenge.

With Yoshioka's terrifying fighting power, even if Nikaidou and Akaza join forces, they have little chance of winning.

What's more, if Yoshioka likes muscular women, then the two of them...

We can’t postpone it any longer. We have to go to Chenghuang High School tomorrow morning to check it out.

Find some intel, preferably with a chance to steal Yoshioka's brass knuckles.

Arrived at the door of the house.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Teacher Akita standing at the entrance wearing a black and white maid outfit, black stockings, twin ponytails, and light makeup.

She still looks childish, just like a high school girl who hasn't graduated yet.

"Shirakawa-san..." Teacher Akita greeted him with his head lowered, his tone rather timid.

The homeroom teacher felt very ashamed to meet her students in private while wearing a maid outfit.

"Pay attention to your identity. What should you call me now?"

Shirakawa brought in the yellow-haired character and made things difficult for Akita.

"Master...Shirakawa..." Teacher Akita said with red cheeks.

"You're so obedient. Just wait here." Baichuan put on his slippers and walked into the bedroom from the entrance.

On the table was an open silver suitcase with a thin layer of ten thousand yuan in bills inside. Next to it was a Chenghuang High School uniform.

Miike Naeko sat at the table, tapping her fingers on the table, waiting anxiously.

Seeing Baichuan coming, he immediately asked: "Baichuan, what's going on with this money and teacher?"

"Don't be anxious, let's talk about them one by one." Baichuan calmed Sanchi's anxiety.

"Akita, go clean my room." Shirakawa pointed at his door and ordered.

Send Akita away first, then discuss countermeasures with Miike.

"Yes..." At this time, the maid Akita nodded. She didn't want to stay in this awkward atmosphere for another second, so she quickly fled to Shirakawa's room.

After she closed the door, Shirakawa began to explain.

"These were given to me by Akiyama Yayoi's father to keep me quiet."

"Akiyama Yayoi? Hush money, you're not blackmailing him with the Akiyama matter, are you?"

The justice in Miike's heart opposed Shirakawa using such threatening means to gain money.

Shirakawa also knew that Miike was a stubborn person, so he continued to explain to her.

"Ying almost took that strange drug. These are the compensations they should give us. Besides, you are not a police officer now..."

"I am, I'm just on leave from work," Miike argued.

"But your reinstatement is a long way off, no matter how you round it off," Baichuan reminded.

After hearing what Shirakawa said, Miike Naoko's face turned red and she didn't say anything else.

After living here for a few days, Miike Naeko's bottom line of justice has changed imperceptibly. She gradually becomes more dependent on Shirakawa and stands on the same front with him.

Things that originally touched her bottom line began to compromise a little because it was Shirakawa who did it.

Shirakawa rummaged through the suitcase.

Maybe it’s because they are all tens of thousands of yuan bills, 1000 million Japanese dollars is much less than imagined.

Finally, he found the envelope in the corner of the suitcase.

This should be the invitation letter from the Nagasaki Club.

Baichuan quickly opened the envelope, revealing a small instruction manual with precautions and a completely black magnetic card.

The instructions say:

Guests holding this invitation may bring up to two female slaves into the Nagasaki venue.

In order to protect guests' privacy, please wear masks or other props that can cover most of your face when entering the venue.

If the female slave is for private use, please wear a collar. If she does not wear a collar, she will be regarded as a public and exchangeable female slave.

With this invitation letter, you will be eligible to participate in the training competitions at the venue, and all drinks and services are free.

This invitation is valid for two days, from Tuesday to Wednesday this week. The Nagasaki Club is only open from 8pm to 8am, so please understand.

This invitation letter can be upgraded to permanent VIP. If you need to apply for it, please bring your identity information and asset proof. No waiting will be accepted after the expiration date.

Sure enough, this Nagasaki Club is not a good place.

"What are you looking at?" Sanchi came over and asked.

"An invitation letter from the Nagasaki Club." Shirakawa handed the invitation letter to Miike.

The righteous Sanchi glanced at it, his eyebrows twisted into a knot, his heart filled with righteous indignation, and he slammed the table hard.

It's disgusting that there is a place where women and girls are treated as slaves in broad daylight.

We must find ways to destroy this den!

Baichuan definitely couldn't go in alone. He didn't know much about Japanese laws, and he didn't know what was important and what was not regarding evidence.

You have to bring Sanchi seedlings.

Of course, there is also Jackie, with whom I had an appointment.

Two female nuns, just right.

"Tomorrow night, you and I will go to the Nagasaki Club together."

"Ah???" Miike Naoko was surprised and put down the invitation.

Does this mean that I will become Baichuan's slave girl?

From a righteous police officer to an ordinary person and then to a female slave, the huge identity change made her unable to react.

"What's wrong? I can find someone else..."

"Yes, yes, of course." Sanchi nodded repeatedly.

Just because Sanchi feels a little shy and ashamed of this identity doesn't mean she doesn't want to destroy this devil's den with her own hands.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything out of line," Bai Chuan explained, "After all, we have two days. Tomorrow night we will just conduct reconnaissance and find out the situation inside. The day after tomorrow we will think of a way to deal with them."

After listening to this, Sanchi nodded and felt that his worries were unnecessary.

I have been playing with Shirakawa for two nights. I am just his slave girl. Besides, it is just pretending. It is no big deal...

But if Baichuan really did it with me in the club in front of so many people...

Well.....

Maybe, it's pretty good.

Just imagining that scene, Miike's thighs couldn't stop rubbing against each other slightly, and juice began to seep out slowly.

No, no, why would I think that? It was in public, in front of other people!!!

Stop imagining things.

"Why did your homeroom teacher, Ms. Akita, come to our house wearing a maid outfit?"

Miike asked, actually trying to divert his attention.

"It was also mentioned in the recording of the conversation that someone in Akita's family is sick and needs money. I will help her for the time being, otherwise she might be sold to the club by the principal..."

"So you let her come to your house?"

"Well, clean up, and then pay her for her work."

"Is there nothing else?" Sanchi asked.

"No, no, I'm just cleaning."

Sanchi Miaozi felt some inexplicable emotional fluctuations in her heart.

If Shirakawa is with people of the same age, Miike Naeko doesn't feel jealous. After all, young people should enjoy their youth. Even doing that kind of thing between Shirakawa and people of the same age is normal.

I am already in my twenties and a working adult. I won’t be jealous of these “kids” who are only fifteen or sixteen years old.