Order French fries at Shuchiin

Senior sister with a butterfly knot was very keenly aware of the look of the junior student in front of her. The "it seems not possible" in that look hurt her self-esteem as a senior student.

"Humph! I have been through cycling training, and now I am much stronger than you look! If Xingyuan always looks at others with this mentality of 'others are not good enough', you will suffer one day!"

Fujiwara Chika showed off her non-existent muscles and threw a few straight punches into the air to demonstrate her insignificant strength.

Xing Yuanhui scratched his head, and then he felt relieved - well, why think so much? Even if I need to hold Fujiwara Chika in one hand, I am still invincible in the world.

Anyway, Hasaka is here. As long as there is no problem on his side, they can get the evidence while Xing Yuanhui is attracting attention. Then the Guangxia Group and the Ogino family will meet hand in hand at the police station in a few days.

"Okay, okay." Xing Yuanhui said in a coaxing tone that he himself didn't realize was a child's, "Then don't run around."

Fujiwara Chika was ready to smile triumphantly upon hearing the compromise, with the corners of her mouth raised a few points, but unfortunately Xing Yuanhui's caring tone made her unable to be happy in time, and she immediately changed her expression and shouted at Xing Yuanhui angrily:

"If you talk like that, you might be able to use the evidence you got from communication, but won't you have to take action?!"

At this time, Fujiwara Chika had not yet realized that Xing Yuanhui had already planned to take her in with him.

Looking at the bustling flow of people, they walked past hurried office workers and tourists, passing by one "suspicious" store after another.

Is this place a hotly contested place? Why are there so many similar stores?

But in the end they found the Target store, which was located on an inconspicuous corner of the street and looked more like a bar from the outside.

Xing Yuanhui put on the mask he got from the drama club, and casually took out Fujiwara Chika's mask from his bag and threw it to her.

Fujiwara Chika was stunned for a moment after taking it.

Are you so cautious? But I don't need to go in. Shouldn't I call someone and set a time with you? If you don't respond when the time comes, I will bring someone to rescue you?

The boy didn't pay attention to what the senior schoolmate was doing behind him. He was looking around the nightclub. From the looks of it, it didn't officially open for business yet.

But that's normal, it's a nightclub. But there should be people inside preparing for the night's carnival, right?

Xing Yuanhui pushed the door, and it opened, revealing darkness in the passage.

But when he took a few steps inside and the door closed by itself, he realized that he was alone. Where was Senior Fujiwara?

So Xing Yuanhui rushed out again. He looked at Fujiwara Chika, who was standing outside the range of the surveillance camera at the door of the dance hall and wearing a mask, and waved at him when he came out. He was puzzled.

He approached the woman who always surprised everyone and asked in a dry voice, "Senior, what are you doing standing here?"

"Keep watch for you?" Fujiwara Chika tilted her head, "Or do you want me to go to the police booth not far away?"

"...What wind?" Xing Yuanhui frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

“Just wait for five minutes. If you don’t respond, I’ll bring people to rescue you or something like that?” Senior sister with a butterfly knot also raised her eyebrows.

Aren't you going to give me this job?

Xing Yuanhui covered his face, and after a pause he asked in disbelief: "Aren't you going to go in with me?"

"Huh?" Fujiwara Chika pointed at herself, "Me?"

Chapter 54: Are you high school students?

Seeing the senior pointing at him with a bewildered look, Xing Yuanhui raised an eyebrow and asked, "Or else?"

Even though he was wearing a gangster mask, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance how speechless Xing Yuanhui was at the moment. He looked at Fujiwara Chika with his mouth slightly open and his eyes narrowed, and he could be used as an emoticon.

"what?"

The pink-haired senior felt helpless being looked at like this by her junior. She could only subconsciously hold her phone tightly, staring at Xing Yuanhui with wide eyes, blinking from time to time.

"Aren't you here to help me replenish my eloquence skill points?" Xing Yuanhui approached the senior sister, frowning slightly, "You clearly said something like 'Isn't it just a matter of taking action?' on the train, and I thought you were here to help me act as my wingman. I was in a bad mood, and you were in a good mood."

"It's not a Hong Kong movie, and I was just reminding you..." Fujiwara Chika scratched her face subconsciously, and a few strands of her long pink hair that had been hastily stuffed into the wig fell down and settled on her shoulders.

She lowered her head and tapped her fingers. She had a full understanding of her own physical strength and power. She raised her head slightly and looked at Xing Yuanhui: "But isn't this too much of a stretch? After all, I'm not like you. I don't have such a strong power."

As the former second-in-command of the board game department, she was of course very interested in this place that she had heard of so often but had never had the opportunity to visit in person.

But the Fujiwara family has its own national conditions. Not to mention nightclubs, all the comics of the three Fujiwara sisters must be checked by the head of the family before they are allowed to be kept in the Fujiwara family, and electronic games are out of the question.

But as a father, Fujiwara Daichi obviously did not keep up with the times. He did not expect that the content of board games is sometimes more outrageous than those entertainment products that he regarded as a scourge. Not to mention the love elements, there are even more explosive ones that are not even humans.

As a game, bars are always the best place to collect intelligence. In the game with an urban background, nightclubs are also a common element.

Combining the two, as a carrier of fantasy, the headquarters of the Guangxia Group can be said to be completely in line with Fujiwara Chika's imagination - it looks inconspicuous on the outside, but contains the darkness of society inside, and many horrifying stories happened here...

Even though Xing Yuanhui's skills are indeed amazing, can he escape from the base camp of the underworld Guangxia Group with a burden - Fujiwara Chika knows herself well. They can argue, but reality is reality?

He saw the hesitation of the senior sister, and then he persuaded her earnestly, like a devil seducing an angel to descend to the earth, bewitching Fujiwara Chika:

"Now that you're here, wouldn't it be a shame if you didn't go to the nightclub?"

Xing Yuanhui was too embarrassed to say that it was safest to be around me, so he could only try to arouse the interest of the senior sister: "Maybe this is the only time in your life that you plan to enter a nightclub, even if it is for the production of the board game club later, come on."

If Fujiwara Daichi were here, and knew that his second daughter was brought by a junior boy to a place where many illegal activities were suspected to have taken place, he would definitely throw a gas tank at the man, and then throw it into Tokyo Bay along with cement.

"But……"

Now it was Fujiwara Chika who was hesitant, completely different from the Fujiwara-senpai who kept asking questions at noon and the powerful Fujiwara-senpai who was betting at the shoe cabinet at the entrance after school.

Whose family is as quiet as a virgin and as agitated as a crazy rabbit?

"Shouldn't I be waiting outside for your news? If you don't make any movement, I'll bring people in to rescue you?"

Fujiwara Chika laughed dryly and pointed at the police not far away.

She didn't really want to say that she was preparing to ask for support from higher-level figures, so she could only temporarily pick a few grassroots examples.

The junior raised his eyebrows slightly, not understanding what the senior in front of him was talking about.

What? I punched the sandbag and sent it flying. Does that mean my fighting ability is still not up to standard in your opinion?

Xing Yuanhui finally remembered that he was wearing a mask. Since the blushing senior couldn't see him anyway, he said directly:

"Save me? So you don't plan to come with me? Then why did you come with me... I don't think there's anyone safer around here than me. Aren't you afraid that I will skip the negotiation and go straight to a conflict? Now the opportunity has come. I'll help you suppress the situation, and you can go and talk to them."

Fujiwara Chika was somewhat tempted. Apart from her sense of responsibility towards her juniors, she really wanted to follow in.

Behind that dark passage was the legendary nightclub that had nothing to do with her, a place of decadence and debauchery!

When she was playing board games, she often went to such mixed places to collect information. However, due to various reasons, she could not personally visit these common elements in the game in reality, and she was always itching to do so.

But this was not in line with her original plan. She planned to act as the swordsman coach outside, waiting for Xing Yuanhui to give the order or no news within ten minutes, and then she would lead three hundred swordsmen to break into the house by shouting "FBI, open the door" at the door.

Don't say you don't believe it, before Miss Fujiwara's phone went off, she was browsing her address book, thinking about which red flower double sticks she could take out from her extensive network of contacts as a guarantee.

Or she could just call him dad, Fujiwara Daichi...but if she didn't explain it properly later, both she and Xing Yuanhui would be in trouble.

Chika Fujiwara's male friends would often keep their distance from her after a parent-teacher meeting. It was okay once or twice, but it was like this every time. After all, she was not a fool and could easily guess that it must be her father who did something.

Therefore, she was very worried about who to contact, but now her worries had shifted to another level. She was thinking about whether she should go in with Xing Yuanhui to face the underworld directly.

Although the Shinomiya family's attendant was waiting on a rooftop somewhere, he was working as fast as he could to hack into the Guangxia Group's electronic equipment so that she could be free to support Miss Fujiwara.

Ah! If it was just Xing Yuanhui, it would be fine, but why is there a Fujiwara Chika in the middle? Hayasaka waited for the program to invade, and felt that she was about to smoke with anxiety.

However, Fujiwara Chika didn't know all this. She was still worried about the "reserve team". She couldn't just rush in without leaving any way to retreat. It wasn't the end of the world and she had to go all in.

Eh! Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up, and Xing Yuanhui in front of her looked at her in confusion as she turned on the screen and frantically tapped the virtual keyboard.

"I'm on a big adventure with Xingyuan, a classmate I met last time in Saitama. If there is no reply within 20 minutes, bring someone to find us. You can go find Uncle Maori, or..."

She listed all the rescuers who could be moved and were still in Tokyo in the edited information, including their locations, as if she knew them all by heart.

Although I am bound to be lectured after finding someone, and the next few days will probably not be easy, but who is Fujiwara Moeha?

She is her dear little sister. When she is cheated... it is much more convenient to ask her for help. She can also find someone to take the blame when the matter is settled later. Is there any other way for her to express her dissatisfaction to her sister except through words?

Fujiwara Chika believed that her sister would not resort to such despicable means as reporting her parents. There was no such villain in the Fujiwara family!

Thinking of this, she copied and pasted it and sent a copy to Fujiwara Toyomi.

We are all sisters, so we share snacks and face difficulties together.

The school closing times for Shuchiin junior high school and senior high school are similar. Fujiwara Moe should be in the junior high school student union now. The junior high school student union has far less affairs than the senior high school student union, so she has a lot of free time.

And Fujiwara Toyomi is a college student... You can see college students everywhere, they always have free time and are blown everywhere by the wind, except in the classroom.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Xing Yuanhui, who had been standing on the roadside as one of the gangsters with Fujiwara Chika, couldn't stay still any longer. He was not used to the looks from passersby, not to mention that some people seemed to be waving at the patrolling police because they were not wearing the corresponding cosplay costumes...

"Well, now even if we are locked up in a room where no one knows, someone will definitely come to rescue us!"

After seeing the question mark replies sent by her sisters, Fujiwara Chika put her phone on silent mode and put it away.

"...Can you have a little more confidence in me? You made me hit that sandbag with all my strength, but not only did I almost get discovered, but the fixing lock also loosened." Xing Yuanhui complained with hollow eyes.

If I get caught up in this group of ordinary thugs, then Tokyo is full of hidden talents. I'd better go back to Omazaki to sell red... and go fishing.

Fujiwara Chika smiled awkwardly, adjusted her wig, tucked her hair back in, and followed Xing Yuanhui into the unopened dance hall.

Hayasaka, who was on the rooftop of a building, gasped when he saw Xingyuan Hui really taking Fujiwara Chika in.

Hey! This is definitely not in the original plan! How could Miss Kaguya allow Miss Fujiwara to accompany you to meet the boss of the Guangxia Group?

Although Hayasaka already knew what Xing Yuanhui did on the day of the club visit through her extensive network of contacts, she still couldn't help but feel scared before seeing it with her own eyes.

Downstairs, Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika, both wearing bandit masks, explored the corner that symbolized the darkness of society.

Although the store hasn't opened yet, there should be someone inside preparing for the night's carnival.

Hopefully, this lucky mafia boss will hand over the information, so that when the eldest lady of the Shinomiya family is done with, she can consider just knocking you out instead of pouring cement into Tokyo Bay.

Xing Yuanhui thought with evil humor while walking cautiously in the dark.

Stepping on the carpet in the entrance hall, the lights on the wall were not turned on. There were only some tiny fluorescent lights on the wall to guide the guests who would come to party in a few hours.

The gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling only cast a few sparse rays of light, like the light of a half-moon in the early morning, dark but not completely black.

"It's so dark, but it still looks quite grand from the outside. Why don't you dare turn on a few more lights during the break?" Fujiwara Chika was now both excited and scared. Her hands involuntarily grabbed the corner of Xing Yuanhui's clothes, and her tone was a little unnatural due to excitement.

"Even if it's open, I'm afraid it won't be as bright as a hotel lobby, right?" Xing Yuanhui squinted his eyes and looked up to find the camera. He locked onto a few suspicious places and said as he looked, "After all, it's a nightclub, and I'm sure the staff will have a back door. I've never seen a business facility without a back door."

Xing Yuanhui actually wanted to notify the person behind the surveillance, but he didn't expect that the camera had been taken away by Hasaka, and he only gave Xing Yuanhui the eavesdropping device but not the communication device.

The main reason was that Hayasaka didn't bring it with her at that time, and later she didn't dare to get close to Xing Yuanhui for fear of being discovered by him.

Hayasaka outside was secretly lucky that she didn't go to find him. Xing Yuanhui was scary now. Hayasaka was watching them through the monitor on the ceiling, but Xing Yuanhui glanced over and then stared at the monitor.

Hayasaka thought that location was too conventional, right in the corner of the ceiling, and anyone could notice it. With a sense of comparison, she cut to a hidden corner hidden in the wall, thinking that you wouldn't be able to find it now.

But the screen still showed Xing Yuanhui's eyes. It was like opening a door in an infinitely expanding room and seeing the same room every time you open it. It was endless.

If the angle hadn't really changed, she would have been ready to request Kaguya-sama to change her equipment.

Damn, is there a third eye behind you? Hayasaka simply cut off the surveillance camera view. Out of sight, out of mind. It's creepy.

Eh? No, is this to inform the boss?

Little did he know that Xing Yuanhui, who was threatening his allies, glanced back at the senior and joked to calm her down: "Aren't you determined to become my sister? Don't be so nervous, relax and take a deep breath."

"Generally speaking, I am one year older than you, so I am your sister!"

Fujiwara Chika snorted, but did not let go of his hand. She took a few deep breaths following his words, and her mood relaxed a lot.

Xing Yuanhui nodded secretly - he was still able to argue with me, it seemed that he was just excited after arriving at the place he had always dreamed of (? )

The hall is in front of us. The place where people are most likely to be is in front of us.

The boy took the lead and stepped deeper into the nightclub.

Here, the soft carpet underfoot turned into the shiny marble floor, and the heels of their leather shoes tapped on the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed in the slightly empty hall.

"Huh, there are fewer and fewer people..."

The bartender, who was cleaning the bar and talking to himself, put down his glass and looked curiously at who came in from the door.

Huh? Why are there two students? They are wearing masks, so I can only see two eyes and one mouth, but this outfit... Shuchiin?

He had worked here for a while, although only in the middle of the night, but he had seen Ogino and, naturally, the Shuchi school uniform he was wearing.

The bartender was just an ordinary person working here, and he had no idea that this shop would turn into a man-eating trap after he got off work.

After all, among the hooligans who generally have a high school education, those who can mix drinks are at least mid-level talents, and they cannot be replaced by hooligans who can't even read books. In order to make this store look normal on the surface, many non-Guangxia group members work here in the first half of the night.

So the bartender yelled at the two students, "You guys are from high school, right? Why are you here?"