Zhou Huai's expression turned cold, not because Natsu Rinku had been taken away.
Rather, this sudden incident might expose him to risk.
He silently closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into a network composed of countless tiny nodes.
The Caesar xenomorphic parasite inside Natsu Rinku flickered like a faint yet clear star in the darkness.
The signal was stable.
This ant the little girl was still alive.
Should he rescue her?
The answer was affirmative; the peculiar energy within her still held research value for Zhou Huai.
Just as Zhou Huai was about to pinpoint her location, he unexpectedly sensed another, denser cluster of stars near that single star.
That was Takeda Masao and his group of subordinates.
Every Parasite was feeding back its host's current excited and violent emotions.
Only then did Zhou Huai rember that Takeda Masao had been calling Natsu Masahiro earlier, but he hadn't been in the mood to deal with it.
Most likely, the guy couldn't find him, so he went directly to the house and took Natsu Rinku as leverage to force him to appear.
Having figured out the key, Zhou Huai sighed.
Isn't this just delaying my rest?
I had planned to go to bed early and wake up early to properly recuperate my main body.
This Takeda Masao is truly looking for death.
He controlled this Caesar, wearing Natsu Masahiro's face, and pushed the door open again.
Sensing Natsu Rinku's location, he silently rged into the night of Tokyo City.
Under the night sky, Kabukicho, like a awakened beast, exhaled the neon lights of desire.
On the huge holographic billboards, popular dancers provocatively posed, their sweet voices echoing through loudspeakers above the bustling streets.
The air was mixed with the scent of alcohol, cheap perfu, and food, stimulating the senses of every passerby.
On both sides of the street, various shops were brightly lit, and the entrances were filled with n and won dressed in flamboyant attire.
Dancers in black or white stockings, JK uniforms, or maid outfits were working hard to attract custors, their smiles Professional yet hollow.
Zhou Huai even saw a few tall, exquisitely made-up hosts charmingly smiling at so wealthy-looking female custors, offering another form of pleasure.
Most of those working here were ordinary people.
To call it work, in fact, was no different from being a slave bound by a contract of sale.
They had no human rights.
If they displeased a Professional custor and were killed on the spot, no one would even bat an eye.
There were only two ways to escape this place.
Death, or being noticed by a rich and powerful Professional and bought like a commodity.
Zhou Huai controlled Caesar, walking expressionlessly through this place of debauchery.
Occasionally, dancers tried to strike up a conversation, swaying their waists and casting what they thought were alluring glances.
But Caesar's gaze did not linger on them for even a second.
It wasn't that Zhou Huai could resist the temptation of beauty.
Mainly, after seeing Ye Xi's pure and stunning face, these common beauties just seed dull and uninteresting.
Speaking of which, why hasn't Ye Xi returned to Donghai City yet?
The beast tide in Jiangning City should have mostly subsided by now, right?
While lost in thought, Zhou Huai had already sensed his destination.
He controlled Caesar and stopped at the entrance of a particularly lavishly decorated shop.
On the huge signboard, four large characters were written in gilded script—"Elysium Palace."
At the entrance stood two burly n in black suits, their exposed arms tattooed with ferocious demons, exuding an aura that warned people to keep their distance.
Zhou Huai could sense that both n were Professionals around level twenty, considered experts among ordinary people.
He ignored them and walked straight towards the main entrance.
"Stop!"
One of the burly n extended a thick arm, blocking his path.
He scrutinized Caesar's cheap clothes, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
"Kid, look carefully at where this is."
"This is Master Miyamoto's place, not sowhere a poor guy like you should be."
The other burly man also folded his arms and sneered.
"Get lost quickly, don't be an eyesore here."
Zhou Huai couldn't be bothered to waste words with them.
With a flick of his finger, two Parasites, like two imperceptible black shadows, silently burrowed into the burly n's back necks.
The next second, the two n, as if completely changed, smiled and opened the door for Caesar.
Zhou Huai didn't even look at them, stepping straight inside.
Inside Elysium Palace, it was a different scene.
The air was filled with the rich scent of incense and alcohol, mixed with a certain ambiguous sweetness.
In the center of the hall, a huge crystal chandelier cast lavish light, illuminating the entire space like a dream.
Dancers in various kimonos moved through the space, their laughter charming, their eyes alluring, as if they could steal the soul of every man.
"Oh, isn't this Young Master Natsu Masahiro?"
As soon as Zhou Huai stepped into the hall, a flamboyantly dressed madam twisted her plump body to greet him. Her face was thickly powdered, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was Professional yet sowhat shrewd.
"A rare guest, a rare guest!" The madam lightly tapped Zhou Huai's chest with her finger, painted with bright red nail polish, "How co you have ti to visit your elder sister today?"
She leaned closer to Zhou Huai, sniffing her nose, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
"Hmm? Your scent... why is it different from usual?" A sharp glint flashed in the madam's eyes; she knew the habits of this little hoodlum, Natsu Masahiro, who always carried an unpleasant stench of decay whenever he ca.
Zhou Huai's gaze swept over the madam's face, not lingering for a mont.
"No need to entertain , I'm here to find Takeda Masao."
Takeda Masao?
The madam was stunned, feeling that Natsu Masahiro was sowhat strange today.
Normally, Natsu Masahiro would always look at her with a hint of flattery, being very polite.
Not like today, his tone flat, his eyes revealing an indifference that she couldn't fathom.
However, what she didn't know was that Zhou Huai was already considering whether to break Natsu Masahiro's persona.
After all, according to Natsu Masahiro's original personality, he would never, for the sake of a sister, willingly step into a place like this.
But Zhou Huai had co.
From the mont he stepped in, all of Natsu Masahiro's actions would be abnormal in the eyes of those in the know.
"Master Takeda is in the 'Wind' private room."
The madam's smile remained unchanged, and she skillfully bowed, guiding Zhou Huai in the right direction.
Zhou Huai nodded and walked straight towards the private room.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door.
A turbid wave of heat, mixed with alcohol, tobacco, and strong incense, rushed out.
Inside, smoke billowed, the light was dim, and decadent music filled # Nоvеlight # the air.
The private room was very large and luxuriously decorated.
On the low table in the center, dishes were scattered, and several expensive sake bottles lay haphazardly.
A fat, fleshy-faced middle-aged man was bare-chested, revealing his tattooed back.
He tightly embraced a scantily clad dancer, a greasy large hand brazenly roaming over her body, eliciting deliberate moans from the dancer.
The man was Takeda Masao.
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