# 642
Chapter 643: Today's Game
Two hours later, Shen Qingzhu led his men away from the Black Wutong Club.
As he sat back in the car and the vehicle slowly started, Shen Qingzhu took several portraits from his pocket and casually handed them to Iwamori.
Iwamori took the portraits and suddenly froze.
"Great Squad Leader, this is..."
Iwamori flipped through the portraits—there were four in total.
One showed a black-haired, black-eyed man with a fierce expression, a Straight Blade hanging at his waist. Another featured a young woman in a deep blue hanfu, stunningly beautiful. The third was a plump man with a gruesome scar on his face, but who looked honest and cheerful. The last one was a young man carrying a coffin on his back, with an elegant aura.
"Find these people for me." Shen Qingzhu spoke calmly.
Although Iwamori was puzzled, he nodded obediently.
"Yes, sir!"
...
Watching the dozen or so cars drive away, Uncle Kyosuke finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing these gangsters every day, Uncle Kyosuke felt his heart couldn't take it anymore. He turned to look at Amemiya Haruki and Lin Qiye who had just walked out of the private room, and couldn't help but ask:
"They... shouldn't come often, right?"
Lin Qiye thought for a moment. "Not often. Just once a day, that's all."
Uncle Kyosuke's mouth twitched, a bitter expression appearing in his eyes.
"Well then, you two should go get some rest. You've been busy since last night without much sleep, and you'll be opening for business in a few more hours." Uncle Kyosuke checked the time and sighed. "Young people need to take care of your bodies too. In this line of work, once you get old, you won't be popular anymore."
Yuzuri Nana leaned on the table, blinking her eyes. "You mean you'll end up like Uncle Kyosuke?"
Uncle Kyosuke: ...
"Don't look at me now like this. When I was young, I wasn't any less handsome than Amemiya... though maybe a little less than Asaba." Uncle Kyosuke shrugged. "Back then, I was the top host at the most elite host club in Shinjuku, the most famous host in all of Japan. Every night, the women who spent money on me could line up the entire street!"
Little Jin let out a yawn. "Here we go again..."
Yuzuri Nana's small face was full of disbelief. "You were so amazing back then, so why did you end up opening a host club here?"
"Well, some accidents happened in between..."
"Uncle Kyosuke, actually, I want to take a day off today." Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment before speaking.
Hearing this, Uncle Kyosuke froze. "Day off? What's wrong? Do you not feel well? Did that Great Squad Leader just now... cough, get too rough?"
"...No."
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, pointing at the festival scene being broadcast live on the TV. "We just came from Yokohama, and this is our first time encountering an Osaka festival. I want to take Yuzuri Nana to see it in person."
Amemiya Haruki nodded in agreement. "I want to see it too."
"A festival, huh..."
Uncle Kyosuke watched the festival preparations broadcasting on TV, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"It really is a rare opportunity... Since that's the case, let's close the club for the day!" Uncle Kyosuke smiled. "This old man will personally take you all to the venue. After the fireworks festival ends, we'll come back, drink, sleep, rest up, and reopen tomorrow!
Little Jin, go flip the sign at the door. We're closing today. Get ready, and we'll head out in the evening!"
Lin Qiye and Amemiya Haruki exchanged glances and nodded slightly. They had achieved their goal for now. When they returned after watching the fireworks in the evening, the two of them could find an opportunity to slip away and quietly begin tonight's assault plan.
"But!"
Uncle Kyosuke's voice rang out again.
Lin Qiye and the others turned to look at him in confusion.
Uncle Kyosuke's gaze swept over Lin Qiye, Amemiya Haruki, and Little Jin, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"The three of you have to wear the outfits I prepared for you tonight..."
...
Somewhere in Japan.
Hoshimi Shota woke from his nightmare, gasping for breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He glanced at the naked fox woman beside him and couldn't help but swallow hard.
He had another nightmare again.
He dreamed that in today's game, he lost again, and that demon woman tied him to the bed again... and in the end, he walked out holding onto the wall.
How terrifying!
Every day like this, his body was going to break!
He absolutely could not lose again today!
A determined light flickered in Hoshimi Shota's eyes. He opened his mouth, about to call the fox woman up for a duel, but after a moment's thought, he closed his mouth again.
He quietly put on his clothes, then rummaged through the boxes and pulled out a thick black down jacket, draping it over the fox woman to cover the provocative scenery exposed outside the blanket. Only then did he speak in a strong voice:
"Demon woman! Get up and duel!"
The fox woman lying on the bed let out a lazy yawn, sat up slowly, and was slightly startled to see the thick black down jacket covering her.
"Shota, what is this..."
Hoshimi Shota hmphed with a smug laugh. "Demon woman, put this on. Let's see how you interfere with my performance using your beauty now! Let's duel fairly!"
Fox woman: ...
She silently rolled her eyes, draped in the down jacket, got off the bed, and sat opposite him at the low table, asking impatiently: "So, my blade master, Hoshimi Shota, are you ready to begin today's game?"
"I'm ready!" Hoshimi Shota's eyes were incomparably determined!
"Today's game is... Pitch Pot!"
Hoshimi Shota froze.
The fox woman waved her hand gently, and a bronze pot appeared out of thin air in the corner of the room. Six feathered arrows appeared on the low table, three in front of each person.
"Three arrows each. Whoever makes more shots wins." The fox woman looked at Hoshimi Shota with a smile.
Hoshimi Shota stared at the three arrows before him. After a long moment, he puckered his lips in grievance.
His eyes dimmed.
"Shota, what's wrong?" the fox woman asked.
"I definitely can't win this!" Hoshimi Shota said, giving up on himself. "I'm just an ordinary high school student. I can't fight, and I can't use weapons. In a game like this, how could I possibly beat you, who is a Lady Wu..."
Hoshimi Shota buried his head in his arms, his whole person radiating an indescribable sense of loss.
Today... he wouldn't be able to help Amemiya Haruki again.
The fox woman watched him quietly. After a long while, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Oh? Today's Shota doesn't even dare to try before giving up... truly a coward."
Hearing this, Hoshimi Shota's head snapped up. He stared at the three feathered arrows before him, wrestled with himself for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Who said that! I'm not going to surrender directly... I'll compete!"
He grabbed one of the arrows before him, aimed seriously at the bronze pot in the corner, and threw it forcefully. Then he quickly grabbed the other two arrows and tossed them out one after another!