# 926
Chapter 927: Asaba Club
Tokyo City.
Shinjuku District.
On the busiest main road of this area, chaos had descended. Almost no pedestrians walked the streets, and the originally bustling shops on both sides were all closed.
Even so, most of these closed shops had their doors smashed to pieces. In the distance, on the street, a group of men wearing black hoods carried hammers and machetes, laughing wildly as they rushed into a bar and grabbed the last few bottles of wine on the counter, drinking right there on the main road.
The trash cans on the roadside had been burned to charred black. Shattered wine bottles, deeply dented bullet casings, and dried pools of blood could be seen everywhere... Vicious red Japanese characters were scrawled across walls, filled with filthy and aggressive words.
On this chaotic and disorderly main street, there was still one store with its doors wide open.
This was a six-story standalone building, its design perfectly blending modern aesthetics with traditional Japanese courtyard style. Under the black and gold color scheme, it radiated luxury and grandeur.
This was currently the largest and most luxurious host club in all of Japan.
And the only establishment in Shinjuku still open for business.
— Asaba Club.
Jinian stood before this magnificent club with the Oath Society members, her mouth hanging open in shock...
Wei Dong scratched his head and opportunely explained, "I know setting our temporary base at a host club will damage our Oath Society's image... but the current situation in the Human Enclosure is very complicated. Besides here, there's almost nowhere in Tokyo where we can take shelter. So, please bear with it, President..."
"Brilliantly done!!!"
Before Wei Dong could finish his sentence, Jinian suddenly whirled around, her eyes shining with excitement!
"Xiao Wei Dong! You understand me so well!!" She slapped Wei Dong's shoulder heavily, giving him a thumbs up, then rushed into the store excitedly, muttering as she went:
"Hosts! Champagne! The ultimate emperor experience! I'm here!!
Someone! I want ten of them!!"
Watching Jinian charge into the store like a cavalry, the remaining Oath Society members outside fell into silence.
The man in the suit sighed. "Let's all go in. What are you standing here watching for? Is this the first time seeing the President act crazy?"
The Oath Society members coughed lightly a few times and quickly followed after him.
Just as they walked through the club entrance and saw the interior, their expressions instantly changed.
Countless candles flickered within blue and purple琉璃 lamp shades, illuminating the entire club brilliantly. In the spacious hall, scattered across genuine leather sofas, more than a dozen handsome men in sequined outfits held submachine guns aimed at the entrance, ready to fire at any moment, their expressions completely calm.
On the second-floor balcony, four snipers had taken positions, four red dots dancing across Jinian's face as she just entered, finally converging on her forehead.
Jinian stood before the numerous gun barrels in her tattered coat, hands in pockets, eyes slightly narrowed.
A dangerous aura emanated from her body.
"This is not a place for you to cause trouble." On the black genuine leather sofa at the very back sat a host wearing a blue sequined suit, his left hand holding a katana near its sheath, his right hand gripping a submachine gun, speaking calmly,
"Leave. This is the Kazen family property... you can't afford to provoke them."
In this tense atmosphere, Wei Dong stepped forward quickly. His gaze swept across everyone present, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,
"Put down your guns... it's me."
Seeing Wei Dong, the blue-clad host froze slightly. "Mr. Wei?"
"This is a misunderstanding. These are the companions I mentioned to your family before—the ones staying temporarily." Wei Dong pointed to the Oath Society members behind him.
The blue-clad host blinked, then immediately hid his submachine gun and katana under the sofa. He stood up from the sofa, awkwardly clearing his throat, and said to everyone around him,
"What are you all waiting for? Put away your weapons! These aren't troublemaking rioters—they're distinguished guests!"
Hearing these words, all the hosts quietly holstered their guns and put on their trademark smiles. They bowed repeatedly to the Oath Society members with apologetic expressions.
"We're truly sorry. These are such turbulent times, we had to be cautious... and the way this lady rushed in just now... it really did resemble those madmen infected with frenzy sickness, so..."
Jinian's expression shifted subtly.
Wei Dong briefly introduced both sides, then led the Oath Society members upstairs to settle into rooms. The severely injured and unconscious Lin Qiye and Jialan were also placed in rooms. Though no medical equipment had been brought from the cruise ship, with Jinian present, reassembling two bodies from pixels was a simple matter.
After settling everything, the Oath Society members immediately busied themselves. Some began calibrating equipment they brought, others gathered together studying a map of Japan, and some cleared out a room to set up a conference room...
The sun slanted westward. Golden afternoon light fell across the spacious bedroom. To the steady beeping of medical equipment, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.
Exhaustion surged over him like a tide. He lay dazed on the bed for a long while before勉强 recovering clarity. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then struggled to sit up.
It wasn't just mental exhaustion—his whole body felt drained of strength, extremely weak. He looked around, confusion in his eyes.
Where was he?
He vaguely remembered that before losing consciousness, he had been on a misty sea... How did he open his eyes and find himself in modern society again?
Had he returned to Great Xia?
Lin Qiye glanced at his left hand. Ame-no-Murakumo was still clutched in his palm. His chest ached faintly—the wound pierced by the blade hadn't fully healed. There was still a two-centimeter deep wound carved across his chest. If one looked closely, a faint golden light could be seen flowing deep within his wound.
"A miracle..." Lin Qiye's right hand touched his chest, murmuring to himself.
The wound left by Ame-no-Murakumo could not heal on its own, just like Wu Xiangnan's situation back then. Only a miracle could repair the sword scar in the flesh.
During his unconscious period, the【Mortal Divine Realm】he had exerted all his strength to activate was still functioning, slowly repairing the sword wound. Otherwise, carrying such an unhealing pierced wound, Lin Qiye would have died long ago.
The dual exhaustion of spirit and body he now felt was the aftereffect of the spirit energy overdraft—his【Mortal Divine Realm】had actively consumed his spiritual power to sustain the miracle while he was unconscious.