His subordinates followed suit, each holding a dancer, playing a crude finger-guessing ga. The loser was forced to drink a large glass of strong liquor, while the winner kissed the dancer's face, drawing laughter from the whole room.
The entire private room was filled with an atmosphere of indulgent and decadent revelry.
Zhou Huai's entrance caused a brief pause in the clamor.
All eyes turned to him in unison.
Seeing Natsu Masahiro walk in from outside, Takeda Masao was initially startled.
He pushed away the dancer in his arms and squinted his small, bloodshot eyes, red from alcohol.
A mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, who do we have here?"
"Isn't this our Young Master Natsu?"
Takeda Masao's voice was coarse and unpleasant, filled with heavy ridicule.
"You brat, you actually dare to co looking for ?"
"I thought you'd hide in so rat hole forever, afraid to see ."
His subordinates around him also burst into laughter, their eyes full of contempt as they looked at Zhou Huai.
Zhou Huai took a deep breath, giving himself a final pep talk.
"Don't break character, don't break character."
It would be too embarrassing to be exposed on his first infiltration mission.
He forced a smile, which looked even worse than crying.
Slightly bowing, his hands nervously rubbing together in front of him, he perfectly mimicked a low-level thug eting his boss.
Zhou Huai, with the timidity characteristic of Natsu Masahiro, cautiously spoke.
"Boss Takeda, I... I've been in the dungeon these past few days, so I... I didn't receive your ssage."
His voice was low, with a subtle tremor.
"What... what exactly happened?"
"Why did you take my... my sister?"
Hearing this, Takeda Masao seed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
He first sneered, then the smile on his plump face instantly vanished, replaced by a vicious expression.
"Natsu Masahiro!"
He slamd the table, making the cups and plates rattle.
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Takeda Masao slowly stood up.
With an intense sense of pressure, he walked step by step to Zhou Huai.
He extended a thick finger, almost poking Zhou Huai's nose.
"Out of town, you brat personally promised to sell your sickly sister to for 100,000 Sakura coins."
"And what happened? You played hide-and-seek with ?"
"Now you have the nerve to co here pretending you don't know anything?"
Takeda Masao stared at him coldly, his eyes fierce.
"Since you don't keep your word, don't bla for taking matters into my own hands."
He paused, and that lewd and triumphant smile reappeared on his face.
"But to be honest, your sister is indeed very fresh-looking."
"I just brought her here, and before I even had a chance to try her out, Lord Miyamoto took a fancy to her at first sight."
"Lord Miyamoto is very generous; he spent a full 200,000 Sakura coins and bought her on the spot."
Takeda Masao slapped Zhou Huai's face, not lightly, making a "slap, slap" sound.
"Originally, you could have earned 50,000 coins."
"Now you won't get a single penny."
Zhou Huai showed a look of sudden realization.
So that's how it was.
When Takeda told him earlier, "Don't forget our agreent," he was referring to selling his sister.
Good heavens.
This Natsu Masahiro truly deserved his death.
To even sell his own sister, with whom he depended on each other.
He was simply a beast.
Zhou Huai sighed silently in his heart.
Given the current situation, it was almost an impossible task to take Natsu Rinku away without breaking character.
He had clearly acted very well.
It was truly due to circumstances, and he believed Marshal Zhao would understand his predicant.
Zhou Huai constantly comforted himself in his mind, seeking psychological support for his upcoming actions.
Takeda saw Natsu Masahiro lowering his head and remaining silent, assuming he was scared witless, and completely lost patience.
He pushed Zhou Huai away and impatiently waved his hand.
"You can't bla for your sister's situation."
"If you must bla soone, bla her for having such a useless brother."
He returned to his seat, re-embraced the dancer, and couldn't even be bothered to look at Zhou Huai again.
"You don't need to follow anymore."
"A useless person like you, who doesn't keep his word, is no good."
"Get out!"
However, the expected submissive figure turning to leave did not appear.
Only a soft "click" was heard.
The door to the private room was silently closed.
The uproar in the room seed to be paused by that soft sound.
Takeda Masao's movents stiffened, and he slowly raised his head.
He narrowed his eyes, feeling that Natsu Masahiro at this mont seed a bit off.
Before Takeda Masao could speak.
The skinny, monkey-like subordinate next to him was the first to stand up.
He wanted to perform well in front of his boss.
He pointed at Zhou Huai's nose and reprimanded him sharply.
"Natsu Masahiro! The boss told you to get out, can't you f*cking hear him?"
"Are you deaf or sothing?"
The skinny monkey subordinate cursed and excitedly ran towards Zhou Huai.
He raised his fist, a sinister smile on his face, ready to teach this reckless brat a good lesson.
However, just as he rushed in front of Zhou Huai, at the very mont his fist was about to strike.
Zhou Huai looked at him, and only a single thought flashed through his mind.
The next second.
The skinny monkey subordinate's charging body suddenly executed a graceful turn at an extrely bizarre angle.
The entire movent was fluid and lightning-fast!
His powerful fist, without any hesitation, swung back behind him with a whistling sound, landing squarely on Takeda Masao's face.
Takeda Masao was leaning on the sofa, ready to watch a good show.
He had no defenses whatsoever.
Moreover, this punch was both fast and fierce, delivered with the skinny monkey subordinate's full strength to impress.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
Takeda Masao's fleshy face visibly caved inward.
He was carried by this imnse force, flipping off the sofa like a tumbling gourd, and was directly hamred to the ground.
Takeda Masao clutched his burning cheek; the slap was so powerful that a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He stared in disbelief at the skinny monkey subordinate, who was usually so submissive.
"Are you f*cking crazy? Why did you hit !"
The skinny monkey subordinate looked bewildered, staring at his own palm as if it were sothing terrifying.
"It wasn't ... Boss, it really wasn't !"
He retreated in fear, his voice choked with tears.
"I feel like I'm being controlled!"
"Just like last ti in the car! My hand... it moved on its own!"
Hearing these words, Takeda Masao's brain, which was muddled by alcohol, instantly cleared up by half.
Last ti in the car?
At that ti, they thought it was an evil spirit or so unknown curse.
But now, the sa strangeness happened again.
It seed to always happen when Natsu Masahiro was present.
Takeda Masao abruptly turned his head.
His eyes looked at Natsu Masahiro in disbelief.
At this mont, Natsu Masahiro was still standing there.
His hands were in his pockets, and there was no trace of fear, subservience, or flattery on his face.
On that familiar face hung a completely unfamiliar indifference.
He was like a high and mighty deity, looking down at a group of pigs wallowing in the mud.
He took a deep look at the expressionless Natsu Masahiro by the door.
"So all of this has been your doing all along?"
"The incident in the car, was that you too?"
Zhou Huai stopped pretending and spread his hands.
"I originally intended to get along peacefully with you all as an ordinary Professional."
"But you insisted on seeking death, so I'm also very helpless."
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