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Chapter 55: Please help me call your boss

Fujiwara Chika came to the brighter lobby, and the shadow reappeared under her feet, so her inner tension was mostly gone. She poked her head out from behind Xing Yuanhui and looked around.

On both sides are soft sofa booths similar to those in a family restaurant, all separated by glass screens. On the screens are some uniquely styled art paintings, but you can't see the whole picture and can only vaguely see the next seat through the edges.

Hearing the bartender's sudden shout, she couldn't help but shrink back subconsciously, and was even able to pull Xing Yuanhui to stop with the corner of his clothes.

You suddenly have so much strength?! Are you also the kind of hero who can’t open a bottle cap but can open the top of a friend’s head?

He had no choice but to reach out and pat her on the back - if he pulled a few more times, his black uniform would begin to extend downwards with the slightest deformation and evolve into a tuxedo.

Although the current senior sister does have a cute charm like a hamster, cuteness comes at a price. Just like the cute hamster will use the cage to grind its teeth in the middle of the night, the senior sister’s cute clothes will not be able to be kept.

"A staff member is not necessarily a gangster." Xing Yuanhui looked at the bartender from a distance and could only sense an inexplicable emotion from him, so he comforted Fujiwara Chika, "Don't worry, do you want me to order you a cup of hot milk?"

Fujiwara Chika squinted her eyes and looked out. The warm yellow light in the bar made the famous wines from all over the world eye-catching.

Further down, some unique small decorations attracted her attention. Her eyes followed the designed movement lines and finally landed on the male bartender in a white shirt and black vest.

He was tall and thin, wearing a pair of simple black-framed glasses, and was looking at them curiously.

He certainly doesn't look like a gangster, and doesn't have that kind of vicious or cruel temperament.

But even if this is the case, this is the territory of the gang. Who can guarantee that there is some sophisticated little mechanism in the shaker, so that with just a light press, a mysterious little powder will be mixed into the shaking liquid?

"...Aren't you afraid that you will fall asleep after drinking it?" Fujiwara Chika looked up at Xing Yuanhui's face and asked.

"You drank, why did I fall asleep?" Xing Yuanhui played a little joke on her, and the still nonsensical answer made the senior feel a little relieved.

"But shall we go over there first?" The young man with extraordinary senses looked around and couldn't find anyone else except the bartender, so he thought he could only talk to him first.

It's impossible that none of the gangsters are here, right? Don't those secret rooms need someone to take care of them?

Xing Yuanhui patted the senior's hand and gestured for her to go and talk to the bartender first.

After Fujiwara Chika nodded, they went to the bar together. The bartender nodded slightly to them, and the two of them followed his instructions and sat on the bar stools.

Before sitting down, Xing Yuanhui touched the seat. It was made of leather, warm and slightly soft, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

Fujiwara Chika was not tall enough to touch the floor when she sat, so she could only put her feet on the crossbar under the chair. The heels of her slippers hit the metal surface with a crisp sound, and her hands were placed on her thighs.

Xing Yuanhui put one foot on the ground, the other on the crossbar, and his hands on his face. He looked at the bartender with an arrogant look, sizing him up without any concealment.

The bartender didn't take it too seriously, as there were always a lot of weird people coming to the bar.

And there is nothing more disgusting in the world than a customer vomiting on the bar, so what's the point of being a little arrogant.

After carefully examining the two men's masks, he asked hesitantly, "Two... Xiuzhiyuan bandits? Is it okay to call them that?"

I didn't expect that even young masters and little princesses are no different from ordinary people when they are under pressure.

The bartender began to make wild guesses based on the two men's attire, thinking that they came in here looking for trouble and wanting to do something unorthodox.

Although such guests are rare, they do exist - especially before the nightclub opens in the first half of the night, because it is generally difficult for them to sneak in under the nose of the doorman.

The college student who was the bartender acted as a caring older brother and gently advised: "Did you have a conflict with your family? Or did you lose a bet?"

It’s not like he hasn’t drunk and played games before, and ended up losing the bet, so he had to run out in strange clothes to do some shit, otherwise what’s the deal with this bandit mask?

"..."

Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika looked at each other. It seemed that the bartender had misunderstood something.

"Uh, neither of them." Seeing that Fujiwara Chika hadn't recovered yet, Xing Yuanhui said, "We are from the Shuchiin Detective Department. We are here today to find the dark side of society."

He asked this question just to further find out whether the bartender was a gangster. If not, he would let him go or call someone who could talk.

After all, the two people in front of the gangsters were high school students, wearing school uniforms. How could the gangsters, who thought they had experienced all the hardships in society, sit down and talk right from the start?

Wen Dou is still a gang, and anyone with a bit of common sense would know not to get involved in this path.

Even if you want to be rich and powerful, this is not the 1980s anymore, and it is no longer the heyday of the mafia. Of course, if you think that eating the dog food of someone's big shot is rich and powerful, then it is still a good deal.

Why do you say that? After the introduction of the "Anti-Violent Group Law" in 1991, Japanese gangs have been on the decline, and a large number of gangs have been banned by the police.

To make matters worse, the government, in order to highlight its presence and role to the public, has been cracking down on gangster organizations to vent people's anger at the Japanese government's inaction.

After all, the government can't attack other groups. Financial groups? The economic bubble has burst, and these are the only remaining pillars. They can't be attacked. Farmers' associations? Putting aside other strengths, just talking about political influence, if you provoke them, at least 30% of the people will make a scene in the congressional elections, and even the government will be a little bit afraid.

Therefore, after much deliberation, the government found that the gangs were the most suitable targets.

Even after the "Countermeasures against Violent Groups Act" was enacted, the government did not stop its crackdown on gangs, and it has been going on for nearly thirty years. Even the famous Yamaguchi-gumi had to find ways to maintain good relations with the government, let alone other small gangs?

Therefore, there must be other people behind the Guangxia Group.

You know, even the Yamaguchi-gumi has to sell milk tea to make a living, so why do you, a little-known group like the Guangxia-gumi, live so well? And you dare to contract a place for illegal activities?

At best, the Ogino family is just a small family with a tradition in musicals. How could they possibly support the Guangxia Group on their own so elegantly and even have the ability to hire mid-level bartenders from outside to work?

That's why Xing Yuanhui only found Hasaka as a foreign aid instead of choosing a safer approach.

The former boss is already in prison, and he might be undergoing photorejuvenation in the hands of the police, being yelled at by the stern old detective every day, "What are those tears of yours? Come over here!"

Then Oginoya, who was close to the original boss, was in an awkward situation. Even gossip reporters could find out through photo comparison that he often went to the theater where Oginoya performed. How could the police not find out?

Even if the other people behind the Guangxia Group sent Hara to see God right away, the Ogino family would at least face a search. You know, these photos not only showed Hara making a scissor hand gesture in the theater, but also included photos of him entering the backstage.

That's why the Ogino family is so crazy about looking for other helpers, such as Shiranui, but it seems that the negotiations have failed. Another example is Yamamoto, but Yamamoto is just a good guy who likes to do good things. He has a lot of connections, but will he help the Ogino family?

He is a participant of "Zenkyoto". Judging from his experiences over the years, he may not have forgotten the blood that once flowed in his chest. Once he discovers the inside story, he will immediately kill his own relatives for the sake of justice.

In fact, after all the events, it was almost certain that the Ogino family would go downhill and fall into a trough. It was almost doomed after the former boss was arrested by the police. It only remained to be seen what the outcome would be and whether they could survive.

One of the reasons why Xing Yuanhui came here today is to lock the fate of the Ogino family into a "big failure".

They will agree. The Guangxia Group and the people behind it need to cut off the Ogino family. It is almost impossible for the Ogino family to turn the tables.

If the unknown person from Shuchiin gives a little push, the Ogino family, which has already become a "cancer", will fall into the anger of the people like a ripe fruit, and the police driven by public opinion will devour it.

After all, if you encounter a fire in the forest, in addition to putting it out with water, you can also cut down trees to create artificial buffer zones to preserve other tree species.

The second purpose... is to cooperate with Hasaka, find out the evidence of other big figures behind the scenes, and let them die together hand in hand.

Since he knew there was a huge network of connections, why not try to catch them all? He also had brothers and sisters, so maybe his brother didn't matter, but if Nanami was taken advantage of by Ogino...

We can only see what evidence there is in this world that can prove that a person can kill someone by throwing a pen from a few kilometers away.

Therefore, Xing Yuanhui's goal had long since changed from finding out the truth about the Ishigami incident to killing the Guangxia Group and all the people and things behind them.

But he couldn't think of any other suitable solution in a short time. Could he really fight all the way to the office of the Guangxia Group boss? Although it was not impossible, it would be very troublesome to deal with it afterwards.

His sense of justice could not support such a great sacrifice, so he could only compromise and seek external help.

Just at this time, someone was following him, and he suddenly had an idea, so things turned out like this - he took the initiative to enter the enemy's base to make it easier for Hasaka to sneak in and investigate the evidence.

Xing Yuanhui thought a lot, but as a college student, the bartender’s mind was much simpler.

"The dark side of society?" he murmured as he followed along.

The bartender thought about it and decided that it was understandable to use this word to describe a place like a bar. After all, the population in this area was always going up and down.

The toilet is in the hospital.

But he claimed that he worked in a legitimate store. Although there was alcohol here and it was only open at night, I believed it was a normal nightclub.

So the bartender smiled and said, "The dark side of society? Why don't you tell me about it?"

Anyway, the preparations are almost done, so it's nice to use some free time to play with the kids. The supervisors seem to be very busy in the second half of the night, and they are all sleeping soundly in the lounge now.

"For example, the beasts in human form who bring underage girls here for a swim, or the uncles with big bellies who know what they are doing and wear tinted glasses to hunt every day?"

Xing Yuanhui randomly mentioned a few things that could possibly happen here. Fujiwara Chika, who was standing next to him, thought of what her junior said and got goose bumps. She subconsciously hugged her arms and gently stroked her skin through the fabric, feeling the stimulation brought by the contraction of her skin pores.

"Haha, you're exaggerating." The bartender didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was rare to meet such a child who was so immature. "Indeed, these things do happen in some nightclubs, but here..."

He hesitated for a moment, and after careful consideration, he was convinced: "At least I have never seen such a thing. You should have seen a few tables and chairs when you came in from the main entrance, right? Those are for the security guards. Minors are not allowed to come in. It's a good thing that you came in when the business was not open, otherwise you would have been kicked out long ago."

The bartender smiled and consoled Fujiwara Chika who was standing beside him: "And it seems that your partner is a little uncomfortable. Would you like a glass of milk? Since you are underage, this glass will be on my table, and then you can go home.

"When you go back, read less comics. Since you're a student at Shuchiin, your grades shouldn't be that bad. Wouldn't it be better to use this time to go shopping with your friends?"

The college student bartender persuaded earnestly, turned around to get the milk, and then thought of something and said considerately: "If you are not sure about the free drinks, I can give you canned ones, but it will be inconvenient to heat them up."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about their reactions and started looking for cans of milk, treating them like children.

"Uh..." Fujiwara Chika made some meaningless bubbling sounds and approached Xing Yuanhui and asked in a low voice, "What should we do now?"

The bartender definitely thought they were suffering from a second-year syndrome!

Xing Yuanhui sighed, and after checking that there was no one else around, he whispered to Fujiwara Chika: "My super wisdom tells me that I should use super strength here."

"Super strength? Don't hit anyone, at least not the bartender. He obviously doesn't know that this is the gang's lair..."

"What lair?" The bartender came back with two cans of drinks. He looked very pitiful and even served the two high school students a tray. His service was very thoughtful.

"Come on, please." He handed the drinks to them, "It's okay to take them back. Although the supervisor here doesn't look very smart, he's quite easy to talk to."

"Then please help me call your boss." Xing Yuanhui reached out and grabbed the iron can, stood up and reached into the sink on the bar.

"Uh, you..." The bartender was still curiously looking at the actions of the middle school boy in the last second, and the next second he was shocked by Xing Yuanhui's strength.

The gangster wearing a black mask actually pressed a tin can full of liquid into a standard discus with one hand. When he took it to the recycling station, even the auntie had to praise it as a good one.

Xing Yuanhui nonchalantly rinsed his milky hands with the faucet of the sink, sat back next to Fujiwara Chika who was holding the can and smiling shyly, and looked directly at the bartender and said:

"Do you really think I'm a cosplayer with a Chuunibyou? Call out your boss. Since you know nothing, I suggest you go home directly."

Chapter 56: Physics no longer exists?

"Hey!" Hearing this, the bartender, who was originally a little confused, came to his senses and asked with a frown, "What are you talking about?"

I was kind enough to get you the drinks from under the cupboard and I haven't charged you for them. Even if you are lactose intolerant, you shouldn't be like this, right?

"Is my Japanese not standard?" Xing Yuanhui aimed the discus at the trash can in the bar and threw it out. "Just do as I say, or do you want a tip?"

The discus flew into the trash can and made a noise. The trash can slid along the cabinet on the ground for a while, and then it finally stopped after making a few circles.

"You..." The bartender was a little angry, "Do you think your parents' powerfulness is your ability? Do you really think you are a prince and others have to follow your wishes?"

Xing Yuanhui was wearing the school uniform of Xiuzhiyuan. Anyone who knew a little about Xiuzhiyuan knew that its tuition was expensive. Even though it was no longer a true aristocratic school, it was still a price that only families with certain achievements in society could afford.

The bartender saw that he acted recklessly, casually disregarding his kindness and stepping on it a few times, looking like a classic dandy, and he became angry.

So the bartender directly took out the iron baseball bat from under the table that the supervisor had joked with him about being used for "self-defense". Although he had questioned the usefulness of this bat when he first started working, he now thinks that this bat is great.

Fujiwara Chika saw the bartender put the baseball bat against the bar counter with a "clang" sound. The dull and powerful echo reverberated all around. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. She wanted to persuade them but didn't know whether she should speak out.

Really! Xingyuan, don't you have any other means to attract the Guangxia Group? You are more violent than the gangsters now!

"Kid." Although he was angry, the bartender was still sober. He just wanted to scare this bully boy who was probably always bullying at home and make him go home in disgrace. "Do you see this thing? If you don't want it to hit your shameful face, get out of here now."

Xing Yuanhui frowned, looking indifferent. After listening to the bartender's words, he secretly cursed a few times, "Why are you so troublesome?"

After all, according to his plan, his main goal today was to become the brightest guy, to attract the attention of all the gang members in the nightclub and to create opportunities for Hasaka's actions.

He didn't know what Hasaka's abilities were, so he could only try his best to create chaos, and kicking the opponent out was suitable for the needs of this operation.

As for the negotiations with the new boss of the Guangxia Group... it would be best if they go well, but it doesn't matter if the talks fail, because there is a backup plan anyway. He just needs to make sure that he can delay the time for the negotiations with Hasaka.

Oh, I really don't want to do this kind of thing...

Xing Yuanhui didn't waste any time and just reached out and grabbed the stick. Even if the bartender noticed it, it would be useless. Is super strength a joke to you?

"You..." The bartender didn't finish his sentence and stood there in silence watching Xing Yuanhui twist the metal baseball bat into a V shape.

Oh my god! What kind of absurdity is this? Does physics no longer exist?

"...Okay, please wait a moment..."

The young man was frightened. After being stunned for a moment, he silently retreated to the lounge at the back. I guess he went to call for help obediently.

"Really? Couldn't we have done this earlier?" Xing Yuanhui stared at the young man's back in annoyance, then turned his gaze to the bent baseball bat and said in distress, "Then the means I originally wanted to intimidate the gangsters have been given to irrelevant people. How am I going to subdue the 'supervisor' later?"

"Uh..." Feeling that this was a bit too much, Chika Fujiwara put the milk drink back on the bar with a wry smile - she thought she could no longer face this can of drink.

She did not answer Xing Yuanhui's question immediately, but subconsciously covered her face, and her voice came out from between her fingers: "Xing Yuan, do we really have to do this? Why do I feel that we have committed a heinous crime?"

"Indeed there is a little bit, but being able to pull out a baseball bat from under the table, this is no longer an ordinary nightclub, we must use heavy punches!" Xing Yuanhui raised his eyebrows and thought of an alternative plan to deter the thugs.