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Chapter67 Nightclub? Girl!

Shinjuku East Exit, Kabukicho Ichiban Street.

SHIJUKU CLUB.

Universe Floor.

The electronic music shook the hearts of men and women, and colorful lights shone down from above.

In the sweaty crowd, men bumped into the opposite sex next to them, more or less, deliberately attracting the seductive glances and touches of strange women.

Here, all sounds are covered by the surging loud volume.

Adult men and women lie in secluded corners and kiss, or sit on the sofa holding hands and whispering intimately into each other's ears.

A charming girl danced on the stage, and the DJ excitedly waved to the crowd below the stage - he picked up the bottle with his left hand, and as his fingers tapped, the music went from soft to loud...

It's getting more intense.

The crowd cheered and welcomed the DJ's countdown.

3...

2...

1...

coming!

A stronger rhythm begins!

A sea of ​​wine and desire.

Matsu Fujimoto and his girlfriend were at the side of the dance floor, swaying with the crowd.

He was still wearing the same black suit with a silver chain around his neck - don't be surprised, in this day and age, there are still people dancing on the dance floor in suits.

His girlfriend beside him was caressing a young boy's body with a look of pleasure on her face.

Fujimoto Matsuya squinted his eyes, squeezed in between the two dancing ladies, and twisted his body facing one of them.

The two people chose their hunting targets at the same time.

It was midnight, the hottest time in the nightclub.

A girl wearing a mask walked in quietly, and the crowd parted, each looking for their own companions.

The girl was alone and conspicuous.

The manager, wearing a silver suit, asked a few questions very respectfully, and then led the lady, who should not have appeared in such an occasion, into the booth.

The girl bowed politely to thank the manager, and then, under the promotion of the liquor salesperson, ordered a lot of expensive foreign liquor - even when she swiped her card, the liquor salesperson was still staring at her face.

The other party subconsciously pulled up the mask.

After swiping the card, the manager dragged the salesperson and stumbled into the corner.

"It's obvious that this person sneaked out to experience life, and he also used the card of an adult at home."

"If you meet a girl like this, you better keep your eyes open! Just sell her drinks!"

"Also, pay more attention to the situation over there. If you get drunk, don't let those ignorant thugs take you away."

At the corner of the aisle, the manager was instructing the sale of drinks.

The young man was not happy about the commission from selling alcohol just now, and even after hearing his elder brother's advice, he was still eager to try.

That girl is pretty good, isn't she?

"Not bad! Look at her behavior - most importantly, Ka, did you see it?"

The manager slapped the salesperson on the back of his head and said, "That's not an ordinary card."

"Don't let me get involved if something goes wrong!"

The manager said a few more things in a veiled way, then left with a gloomy look on his face, shaking his head.

He was not willing to receive a woman who looked inexperienced and had a strong background.

Usually the people behind them are not very reasonable.

——My previous superior, the general manager who was in charge of field security, was like that.

Maybe it was because he was humorous and knew how to dress himself, the general manager was really good at seducing girls. That girl was just like that. She came here with her friends to "see the world", and the general manager happened to be the one who received her in the high-end box.

A week later, everyone in the company knew that the general manager had pursued a rich girl.

From that day on, the general manager became more and more generous.

And becoming more and more arrogant.

Not only did he start spending lavishly on expensive clothes, he also used her card to buy himself luxury cars and watches, and spent his money everywhere.

In the end, the ignorant little girl became pregnant with him.

The manager remembered the girl, who was sweet and had straight black hair.

She often came to the company near the nightclub during the day to deliver homemade lunch boxes to the general manager, her boyfriend.

Of course, the lunch boxes were then thrown away.

When joking, the man arrogantly said to himself, "You love me to death, but what do you love? Hahaha! Right there! Don't look at how elegant you were just now, you are very crazy at times - hahaha!"

In fact, people who hear it feel uncomfortable.

Later, the girl's pregnancy could no longer be concealed, and her father, as expected, came to the company.

——The meeting was very awkward. Their general manager sat firmly in the boss chair without raising his head, trying to get rid of the other party with a few words.

"It's great to be pregnant with me. You have so much money, why not spend some on me and my child?"

'Your daughter likes me very much, too. Look, I even recorded a video - what does it matter?'

The manager broke out in a cold sweat.

The girl's father didn't say anything and his face was calm.

Instead, the bodyguards following him stared at him with a very strange look.

After the three left, the general manager looked at the employees in the room - including himself - with a cunning look on his face. His confident look still makes the manager alert.

"I am the general manager of the field. I am familiar with the underworld. No matter if they are white or black, they can't handle me."

"If you're pregnant, just give birth to the baby. Anyway, the things have been bought. Hey, don't look at me, you have also received a lot of benefits from me!"

'I won't delete the video without a breakup fee.'

"I am here to teach this young lady a lesson!"

"As a teacher, you have to charge tuition, right?"

The next day, the general manager who loved giving lectures disappeared.

After not being able to contact the person for several days, the company’s head called the police - but there was no news afterwards and the case was treated as a missing person.

This matter just passed with the passage of time - it only took a few months from the initial heated discussions, suspicions and verifications to being gradually forgotten by people.

Gradually, people in the company stopped talking about him and the girl.

The person just disappeared forever.

Occasionally, when the manager takes his wife and children for a walk or shopping, they would talk about the arrogant general manager. When they look out at Tokyo Bay, where is he at the moment?

In short... do less immoral things.

Thinking of this, the manager sighed: It’s better to keep a close eye on your own people.

In this era, the higher the authority, the scarier the children around it are. And, compared to the past, there are fewer and fewer ignorant people.

They are more rational, shrewd and brutal, not to mention, these guys don’t fight alone, but in groups.

Sometimes, if you provoke someone, you will attract a group of them.

The manager walked around the booth and stood in the shadow behind the girl. He glared at his eager subordinates not far away and mouthed a message to him.

'Get out of here!'

The girl knew nothing about this and was not aware at all that the round-faced manager was brushing away a nasty fly for her.

She wrapped herself tightly and sat quietly in the huge booth. Amid the loud music and the swaying crowd around her, she took out her cell phone, lowered her head, and tapped the characters with her fingers.

On the sofa next to him, there was a simple diary.

Chapter 68 Fujimoto Matsu and Maki

"I'm here. Booth B-13."

Agatsuma Yuno put down her phone.

She turned it with the shiny side down, poured herself a glass of champagne and placed it next to it, but didn't drink a sip.

The girl held her face and observed the men and women on the dance floor, rubbing their bodies intimately against each other.

After a few minutes, the person we were waiting for arrived.

A beautifully dressed and revealingly clad woman walked out from the dance floor leisurely.

She was holding the hand of a young boy, looking around, and then, he raised his cell phone and waved it at her - revealing his entire slender arm, which was covered with colorful tattoos.

The woman walked straight over with her prey, sat down on the sofa, and without any hesitation, poured a glass of strong liquor, tilted her head back and slid it into her mouth, then immediately spit it to the boy next to her.

The shy boy wiped his mouth.

"Hello, are you Yono?"

After teasing this delicious boy, the coquettish woman turned sideways and spoke loudly into Yuno Agatsuma's ear.

The left hand, which was not in the situation, was still unconsciously stroking the boy's body.

Agatsuma Yuno nodded slightly and showed her the nickname on the chat software, with the mask still worn tightly on her face.

"I'm talking to you. Are you a daughter from some family? You come here just to have fun. Why are you pretending to be reserved..."

The scantily clad girl pouted, muttered something as if expressing dissatisfaction or persuasion, and showed her arm to Yuno My Wife.

"Do you want this kind of tattoo? Old school? New school? Realistic?"

The professional term identified the woman's identity: tattoo artist.

"It's the picture I sent you." Agatsuma Yuno said softly, "That picture, complete, without any mistakes or incompleteness."

“Don’t make any mistakes or omissions.”

Agatsuma Yuno emphasized.

The tattoo artist curled his lips and pinched the chest muscle of the boy next to him: "My studio is right next to it, do you want to go now?"

Agatsuma Yuno responded and pointed to the wine in the ice bucket on the table in front of her: "This is... for you."

Ok?

The tattoo artist turned his head and looked at the drinks covering the counter.

There are also half-person-high salute cannons on both sides.

The female tattoo artist responded with a smile, waved her hand, skillfully called the manager, and unceremoniously deposited all the expensive drinks in her name.

She particularly emphasized: it was under her own name, not that guy Fujimoto Matsu.

As long as I am here, at least I can still enjoy myself for a while.

If I leave it with my boyfriend, who knows, some bitch might drink it all up one day.

"By the way, let's not take this... this gentleman with us. The area I want to tattoo is quite private."

Yuno Agatsuma was negotiating with the young tattoo artist, but the latter refused to give up the fresh and tender radish he had already got his hands on.

The female tattoo artist raised her eyebrows: "I have a private space there, don't worry."