We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

Nan Yun Yu Yue is also on the twenty-first floor.

The Candlelight also has the effect of concealing one's aura and reducing the perception of oneself by others.

With the help of 'discipline', his presence was concealed very successfully.

Furthermore, due to the increased 'participation,' his physical fitness and control over his body have also improved.

So he took a different staircase and went up to the twenty-first floor, completely avoiding Inuyama Kyu, and no one noticed.

"What's this……"

Nan Yun Yuyue pushed open a door that read "No Trespassing".

The reason he chose to push open the door to this room was because, in 'Discipline's' perception, the structure of this room was different from other office-type rooms.

Its walls are extremely solid, and the internal materials are even specially made and multi-layered, making it explosion-proof, fireproof, and blast-proof.

Ordinary offices don't have this kind of design, but why does this room, with such a small door, receive this kind of treatment?

Nan Yun Yuyue felt a little curious and then went inside.

The lighting inside was very dim. He had thought it was a place like a power distribution room or a computer room, but he didn't expect it to be filled with all kinds of documents.

The archives were longer than he had imagined, winding and filled with all sorts of cabinets.

Moreover, the fire prevention measures in the archives are very strict. Apart from the necessary fire-fighting equipment, almost everything is made of materials that can isolate fire sources.

Nan Yun Yuyue randomly picked up a document and found that it contained the file of an entertainment star.

"Is this level of information... really worth protecting like this...?"

He felt something was off, then looked at the date on it.

"My goodness, so early."

The artist mentioned above existed thirty years ago, no wonder he had never heard of her.

In this era, even with the internet, many celebrities who have left their niche are still rarely known to the general public.

Not to mention that she was a nobody star thirty years ago, it's perfectly normal that Nan Yun Yuyue had never heard of her.

"Could it be... that this place contains information on celebrities from the last era?"

Nan Yun Yuyue, somewhat curious, casually pulled out another document.

The content remains largely the same, consisting of archives of old celebrities from the pre-internet era of the last century.

This name has also been lost to the times, but I still have some impression of the works where she played a supporting role, such as Nangumo Ugetsu.

He put the document back in its place and continued walking into the room.

The documents inside are getting older, and many have been repaired.

Some are simply covered with a cover, on which the names of these celebrities are written, but inside there is nothing.

"Could these all be artists who were once signed by the Inuyama family?"

Nan Yun Yuyue guessed.

He initially thought it was just an ordinary archive room storing artists' files. Just as he was about to turn back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cabinet in the corner.

The cabinet is made of wood, unlike other modern plastic cabinets, and exudes a classic, weathered charm.

Nan Yun Yuyue stepped forward and took one of the file folders.

The file folder was quite worn out. He carefully opened it and looked inside.

Inside were several photos and a few crumpled pieces of yellow paper.

The photo shows some scantily clad women wearing traditional Japanese kimonos, their thighs and breasts exposed. The photo is also very old, like one from the 1940s.

Nan Yun Yuyue glanced at the papers beside her; they bore the words "Special Facilities Association" permit.

This was a measure taken by the Japanese government after its defeat in the war, hoping to appease the soldiers by having a woman named Changji and avoid being purged. The paper on it was a certificate given to some of the practitioners.

At the time, Inuyama He, the head of the Inuyama family, was just a pimp, using black and white photographs painted with those pigments to connect prostitutes and Americans, earning a meager fee.

These are all old photos that he used to use.

Nan Yun Yuyue stared at the photos and the contents of the certificate in silence for a long time.

Such a photograph, especially an old one that has been preserved here, can only belong to one person—Inuyama He.

He wasn't quite sure what Inuyama He was thinking.

If such a photo is so deeply etched in his memory that he can hardly forget it, why place it in a place with barely any protective measures?

Simply putting up a "No Trespassing" sign won't protect memories. Sometimes, these things should be enshrined in the family shrine.

But if seeing the above content makes you feel disgusted and unwilling to recall it, why not destroy it? What if it's kept here and an outsider sees it someday?

Nan Yun Yuyue looked at the old wooden cabinet. Inside, besides this file folder, there were many similar bags.

Inside are photos of people working in the sex industry controlled by the Inuyama family from the 1940s to the late 1950s.

He never imagined that these things would be carefully placed here, one by one.

These photos, if displayed in a hall, will attract unwanted attention; if kept at home, they will cause pain.

Perhaps for Inuyama He, placing it in this location within the talent agency building is the best choice.

Nan Yun Yuyue put the photo in her hand into the file folder, wanting to put it back in its original place.

Unexpectedly, due to years of disrepair, one of the bottom rails of the cabinet had tilted, and the documents inside fell out with a clatter and scattered all over the floor.

!!!

Nan Yun Yuyue was not anxious because the documents spilled on the ground and made a sound.

His mind was filled with shock.

Inside that cabinet, because an entire row of documents had been emptied, a structure resembling a door bolt was visible.

Why is there another door inside?

Nanyun Yuyue was confused.

From the perspective of 'Discipline', there are still rows of cabinets inside, but the items inside are much fewer compared to the outside.

Furthermore, there was a box inside made of special materials, which appeared to be an alchemical creation and could actually shield one's senses to a certain extent.

"What's this……"

Nanyun Yuyue's thoughts drifted.

at the same time,

Two more gunshots rang out outside the room: 'Bang! Bang!'

The footsteps were rapidly approaching.

next moment,

Boom!!! —

The small door to the archives was flung open, and Inuyama Kui appeared in the doorway.

Not far from him, a figure lay there, bleeding profusely.

Chapter 91 'Discipline', 'Emperor', Suicide (6k)

not long ago,

Holding the Keltech P-3AT, Inuyamada cautiously approached the upper floor.

"Not on this floor..."

"Then...it should be upstairs."

Inuyama is very familiar with the structure of the entire building. As one of the youngest middle-level managers in the Inuyama family, although he is in charge of the family's business-related matters, he does everything very seriously and even consults with some of the family's executive officers in private.

At this moment, he was using some stealth techniques taught by the Executive Bureau to continuously probe upwards for specific locations.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the twenty-first floor, a strong smell of blood hit him immediately.

"Bastard!"

Inuyama was furious.

On the twenty-first floor, there were several actors still discussing the details of a theatrical performance. Nowadays, there aren't many actors willing to work overtime to study the details of a performance, and these young actors were among them. Little did they expect that they would die here today.

"He can't have gone far..."

Suppressing his emotions and trying to avoid attracting the intruder's attention with his heavy breathing, Inuyama Tsuyoshi continued to carefully move to the side.

ta ta ta

There were footsteps.

Inuyamada's eyes narrowed.

near,

It's near, it's near!

Footsteps are getting closer!

He silently estimated the time in his mind, guessing how long it would take for him to turn into this corridor based on his skill of identifying sounds.

one second...

Two seconds...

three seconds...

It's now!

Inuyama took a step forward, rolled over, then slid to his knees, holding the gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger!

boom!

Although the Keltec P-3AT is the most suitable self-defense pistol for ordinary people or office workers, its recoil is somewhat strong due to its light weight.

Fortunately, as a hybrid, Inuyamada, despite his low bloodline rank, was able to withstand the impact of the shot without any problems.

After firing the first shot, he immediately reloaded and fired the second bullet forward.

boom!

Inuyamada knew that there were guns on the other side.

Therefore, he needs to shoot faster and more accurately than his opponent!

Both shots hit the intruder, making a 'clang' sound.

Before Inuyamada could even feel joy, he saw the figure calmly raise his head.

how come!

Shocked, he didn't slow down at all, and with another roll, he fell sideways into another corridor that was perpendicular to it on the same plane.

"Hoohoo."

Inuyamada couldn't stop his heart palpitations.

The intruder was also a hybrid, and his bloodline rank was higher than he had imagined.

"Damn it... why am I on this floor?"

Inuyama knew that the most valuable floor in the entire building was the twenty-first floor.

The things stored inside are very important to the head of the family, so he must guard this place.

He calmed himself down a bit while silently observing the situation around him.

Two more gunshots rang out, followed by a painful scream.

"Damn it."

Inuyamada recognized the voice.

This is one of his girlfriend's best friends. They were college classmates, and she's the one who introduced Inuyamada's current girlfriend to him.

However, she was not a member of the Snake Clan; she simply found a job at this company after graduation.

Not long after starting the job, he unexpectedly died at the hands of the intruders.