Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 538: Night Exploration of Hanchuan Before Deployment

The second floor of the Black Sycamore Club is simply a walking hormone feast.

"Asaba-sama! I love you!!"

"Amemiya! Amemiya! You are mine tonight!"

Xiao Jin'er was not to be outdone. She twisted her waist coquettishly, as if she wanted to carve the words "Come at me" on her forehead.

The guests were enthusiastic, money was flying everywhere, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of alcohol and perfume. It was simply an exciting time.

In a private room, Lin Ye'er raised her glass with a charming smile on her face: "Beautiful lady, this glass is for you. I wish you eternal youth and beauty!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Mr. Qian Yu is really good at talking! I did it, you can do whatever you want!"

The rich woman opposite with heavy makeup on was not to be outdone and took several big gulps of the food.

After a few rounds, the rich woman's eyes were blurred and her tongue was not straight: "Qianyu...Qianyu...you are such a annoying little goblin..."

Lin Ye'er smiled gently, and like a skilled surgeon, she accurately laid the rich woman down on the sofa.

"Sorry, guest, your quota for today has been used up."

He calmly took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door, as if he had just performed a minor operation and was ready to welcome the next "patient".

At four o'clock in the morning, the Black Sycamore Club finally closed.

There was a sense of exhaustion yet satisfaction in the air.

Lin Yeer stretched and winked at Yu Huiqinggong: "Come on, Yu Gong, I'll take you to drink something good."

Yuhui and Qinggong understood what he meant. The two of them said hello to the other people in the store and then staggered out of the club.

"Qianyu, are we going to Hanchuan's house now?" Yuhui Qinggong asked in a low voice.

Lin Ye'er smiled mysteriously: "Of course, the night is long and dreams are many. Tonight I will let them know why the flowers are so red!"

The two turned into a dim alley. Lin Ye'er took out a black mask from her pocket and put it on. Her eyes instantly became sharp.

"Let's go, the show has just begun..." At four o'clock in the morning in Tokyo, the hustle and bustle of the day faded away, leaving only the occasional whistling sound of the wind and the faint barking of dogs in the distance.

Lin Ye'er, wearing a black windbreaker, moved nimbly between buildings like a ghost in the dark night.

His figure sometimes disappeared in the shadows and sometimes appeared under the light of street lights, as if blending into the night.

He was extremely fast, and every jump and every climb was full of power, yet silent, like an owl patrolling its territory.

"Tsk tsk, with such skills, it would be a shame if he didn't become Spider-Man." Lin Ye'er was secretly proud of herself, but at the same time she did not forget to be vigilant.

His mental power was like invisible tentacles, extending in all directions, and no movement could escape his perception.

Suddenly, Lin Ye'er stopped on the roof of a tall building.

He stood on the edge, looking down at the brightly lit city below, his eyes deep and sharp.

"Oh, it's quite lively."

His eyes were drawn to the big screen above the intersection.

On it, a wanted poster was scrolling, and the photo on the wanted poster was his handsome face!

Lin Ye'er was stunned at first, then showed an interested expression.

He stroked his chin and carefully studied the contents of the wanted poster.

"A wanted poster for the Pure Land? What the hell is that? Are they colluding with the Japanese police?"

Lin Ye'er frowned, her mind racing.

Pure Land, this mysterious organization, has always been hiding in the dark and rarely comes into conflict with the outside world.

But now, they have openly issued a wanted order and are cooperating with the Japanese police. There must be some hidden secrets behind this.

"This is interesting..."

Lin Ye'er muttered to herself, a playful smile on her lips.

While thinking, he continued to use his mental power to search for movements around him.

The night wind blew his windbreaker, making a rustling sound, as if playing a prelude to his next action.

"It seems that I am destined to wade into this muddy water!"

The next second, Lin Ye'er's figure disappeared into the mist like a ghost, leaving only the faint scent of perfume in the air and those meaningful words, echoing in the night sky for a long time...

Inside the Black Killing Group building, dim lights shone on the tatami, illuminating Asano Kenkura's sad face.

In front of him was a cup of cold tea, with tea leaves quietly settling at the bottom of the cup, just like his mood at the moment, heavy and powerless.

He fiddled with the teacup intermittently, his mind full of thoughts, as if a herd of alpaca were galloping through his heart.

"Report to the team leader! Regarding the investigation of the Samukawa family's deployment, we have already..." A young gangster stood respectfully in front of Asakamura, reporting the latest situation.

Asano Kenkura nodded absentmindedly, like a robot without power.

Although the efficiency of the Light Gangster Annual Report far exceeded his expectations, it did not cheer him up at all.

He was like an eggplant hit by frost - wilted.

"That's pretty efficient, young man. Keep it up! I'm rooting for you!" Asaka Kenkura praised weakly, his tone full of fatigue.

The young gangster observed his expression and asked cautiously, "Team Leader, you don't look happy. Is there something bothering you?"

Asa Kenkura sighed deeply, as if to spit out all his troubles: "Alas! It's all to entertain those uncles from the Daichang Group!"

"I replaced them with six groups of women, all kinds of women, pure, mature, hot, gentle... But guess what? They didn't like any of them! What kind of thing is this?"

As he was speaking, he became excited and slammed the table hard, splashing the water in the teacup.

"This group of leaders, each one of them, is harder to please than a woman! I really am..."

Seeing this, the young gangster didn't dare to ask any more questions, for fear of offending the team leader.

He stood aside silently, waiting for the team leader's next instructions.

The room fell into a brief silence, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Suddenly, Qian Jiancang raised his head abruptly, staring at Qing Heidaonian with a sharp gaze, and said in a low and meaningful tone: "You said... they wouldn't..."

The young gangster swallowed, cautiously moved closer, and lowered his voice, "Team Leader, do you think... is it possible that the senior team members... don't like women?"

"what?"

Asagi Kenkura widened his eyes, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary.

"You don't like women? Are you kidding me?! They're a big gang! Everyone in the underworld knows they're notorious for being lecherous! If they don't like women, do they like... men?!"

Asa Kenkura became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice getting louder and louder, and his saliva was almost spraying onto Qing Heidao Nian's face.

He stood up suddenly and paced around the room anxiously, rubbing his hands together as if he wanted to rub out sparks.

"No, no, this is absolutely not possible! If I don't treat you well and word gets out, how can I, Asakamura, survive in the underworld? I'll be criticized!"

The young gangster was frightened by Asaka Kenkura's reaction and quickly took a few steps back, fearing that he would be implicated.

He said weakly, "Team Leader, I'm just... just making a random guess. After all... after all, times have changed. No one can predict tastes, right?"

When Asaka Kenkura heard this, he stopped in his tracks, as if he had been acupunctured.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the young man, as if he wanted to see some clues from his face.

The room was silent, and only Asano Kenkura's heavy breathing could be heard.

"You...you mean...it's really possible that they...like men?" Asaka Kenkura's voice trembled, as if he had discovered a new world.

Seeing this, the young gangster nodded quickly, fearing that the team leader would not believe it.

"Team Leader, anything can happen these days! Maybe the team leaders just like... that thing?"

When Asakamura heard this, he seemed to have been enlightened and instantly came to his senses.

He slapped his head and said in frustration, "Why didn't I think of that? No wonder I arranged so many beauties for them, but they didn't like any of them. It turns out my thinking was wrong!"

Thinking of this, Asakamura frowned tightly, and his face was full of confusion.

"But...if they really like men, where can I find them? This Black Sycamore Club doesn't seem to offer that kind of...special services, right?"

He scratched his head and cheeks, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"There is..."

At this moment, a sudden knock on the door broke the silence in the room...