Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

We open at 9 PM, but I arrive at 8 PM and have a meeting at 8:30 PM.

Of course, a top-tier figure like Luke has the support of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Black Organization behind him, so he just has the assistant manager fawn over him.

The assistant store manager, Du Deshi, sat down and licked Luke's leather shoes clean and shiny with both hands.

"Kazama, do you think we can break the record tonight?"

At this moment, a flamboyant white-haired punk walked over, wearing a white suit, gloves with a cross pattern on his hands, and a light gold crown on his white hair.

His nickname is "Angel Martin," and he used to be number one in the store, but is now the perennial runner-up.

With practiced ease, he gently placed a glass of penicillin on Luke's table.

"It's on me, don't be shy."

The flamboyant Martin pretended to be generous.

Luke nodded, which was taken as an agreement.

With my eyes glued to the phone screen, the battle is intense right now, and this is not the time to be distracted.

A ruthless glint flashed in Angel Martin's eyes.

What an arrogant bastard!

Since Luke arrived, his status has plummeted, but compared to other male escorts, his treatment and salary are still above average.

But compared to Luke, that's a different story.

The two are not even on the same level.

Angel Martin is just a top host at a host club, while Luke is the top host in the entire public relations industry!

"Kazama, by the way, I haven't seen Yuka-san lately."

Angel Martin maintained a smile and asked in a relaxed tone.

Ms. Yuka was a new customer of Luke's who was quite generous with his money recently.

Every time he came, he brought Luke millions in revenue, but for some reason, they suddenly lost contact recently.

"They're probably busy."

Luke didn't even look up, and replied with a single sentence.

It's also possible that they're dead.

Luke muttered to himself.

This isn't a curse behind someone's back; it's the truth.

Most of the guests he received were either criminal suspects from the original work or victims.

If a few people leave unexpectedly in a week or two, that's a minor problem.

"Is this so"

Angel Martin's words were quite meaningful.

"Alright, everyone look at me! Takamagahara, let's begin business now!"

The assistant store manager shouted into the microphone.

The male prostitutes below responded loudly:

"Hi!"

Luke put his phone in his pocket, ready to greet the first guest of the night.

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Chapter 86 Vermouth

Most host clubs in Japan operate on a permanent appointment system.

The idea is that after the first "designated" service, the female customer will be assigned to the same male escort she selected on her next visit, and a designated fee will be charged.

These regular customers usually communicate in advance on Line or Instagram and make an appointment before coming over.

As for legendary figures like Luke, who reached the top within months of his debut, he usually only receives a handful of guests each night.

He would only gather rich women together if he needed to celebrate his birthday, boost his rankings, or improve his sales performance.

There are only three guests tonight.

Four hours, three guests, chatting with them, and you easily make over a million.

Luke entered the private room and sat leisurely on the sofa.

The small speaker above the door frame rang, reminding him that the first guest had arrived.

Pushing open the door, a blonde woman with long, wavy hair and a curvaceous figure entered.

The only downside is that her face isn't quite right; her face shape is generally too long and thin, which doesn't quite fit the aesthetic standards of Eastern people.

But Luke knew that this facade was nothing but a pretense.

"Just say what you want to say. There are no surveillance cameras or recording devices here."

"Shaman, I'm a guest. Don't be in such a hurry. And is this how you treat a guest?"

She gave a flirtatious wink.

Luke was unyielding, neither tolerating nor refusing to cooperate.

“If you are a guest, you should call me Kazama Ruri, not the so-called male witch, Vermouth.”

Shaman means male witch or shaman.

When Vermouth first met Luke, she gave him this nickname.

It roughly means that Luke's charm is like a witch's mysterious magic, capable of making people fall into the abyss and become unable to extricate themselves with just one glance.

"Of course, no problem, Kazama Ruri. Would you like to spend this wonderful night with me?"

Vermouth smiled.

"If Gin agrees, I have no objection."

“Gin doesn’t care about these things; he only cares about the mission.”

"So, beautiful Miss Vermouth, what is your mission today? It can't be that you're spending hundreds of thousands just to chat with me, can it?"

"Or has Mr. Gin made another side hustle, giving the organization some spare cash again?"

At this point, Luke's gaze towards Vermouth was essentially that of someone looking at a pay thief.

He used the money he earned from Gin to go out and play with handsome guys.

As expected of you, Ms. Vermouth, the real wine diluted with water.

"Shaman, don't be so boring like Gin, okay? I remember you used to be really good at flirting with girls."

As she spoke, Vermouth's tone gradually became mournful.

They used to call me "little darling," but now that it's all over, they're acting like they don't care at all.

You bunch of gigolos are truly devils who devour people without spitting out the bones.

"Do you think those deceptive tactics would work on someone like you?"

"I'll give it a try, after all, I'm a girl too."

Vermouth blinked, feigning cuteness.

The woman known as the Thousand-Faced Witch has a much better talent for acting than Luke.

Luke felt a chill run down his spine.

However, he didn't show it on his face at all.

He stood up and, like a professional servant, placed the penicillin on the tray.

He hadn't drunk any before, but the perceptive young man brought it to him.

He bent down and said softly:

"Miss Vermouth, this glass of penicillin is for you. I hope it will soothe your wounded heart."

Vermouth covered her mouth and chuckled.

He took the glass and swirled it a few times.

Just as I was about to bring it to my lips to drink, I gently sniffed it.

"Is there something in there?"

The weather in Vermouth is turning cold.

She enjoys teasing newcomers in the organization, and naturally, she can accept that someone might try to sabotage her.

However, resorting to such low-level tactics.

Shaman, do you think I'm getting senile?

"It's nothing serious contraband, just something like stimulants or anesthetics."

Luke shrugged.

"So, it was planted by someone else, and you've been exposed?"

Vermouth's tone grew even colder, and one hand involuntarily reached for her thigh.

"Vermouth, do you think this kind of acting is funny?"

Luke didn't believe the Thousand-Faced Witch didn't understand his meaning.

Although she talks nonsense all day long and acts like a riddle teller, she always manages to see through people's hearts.

This might be one of the reasons why Vermouth has been able to roam freely for so long without being killed by her comrades in the organization.

"Shaman, can't you just cooperate with me?"

"As expected of a top-tier male host in Japan, he truly understands women's hearts."

Vermouth felt deeply helpless.

Luke, standing before me, was such a fresh-faced newcomer when he first joined the organization.

Cute and cute, no brains.

Now, they're galloping headlong in that old schemer's direction.

He is even more unpredictable than the organization's Rum.

Yes, I've become just like her, a mystic who keeps secrets everywhere.

She had originally intended to tease the guy, but now, if she continued the conversation, she would be the one making trouble for no reason.

Although she was just looking for trouble.

“Gin told me that he wants you to come to the base tonight; he has an important mission for you.”

After saying that, Vermouth fell silent.

"Gone?"

Luke asked, puzzled.

"Ok!"

Luke was speechless.

"It's such a small matter, you could have just called me and told me, why did you have to come all the way here?"

"As a member of the organization, is it okay if I show concern for outstanding newcomers?"

Vermouth was perfectly justified.

Luke and soybeans are sweating.

Good, good, they spent hundreds of thousands to chat with newcomers to the organization.

If you're so capable, try writing an expense report like that, and see if Gin can approve it for you.

"Okay, I understand. You can go now, Miss Vermouth."