"Bro, you’re not being fair."
Martial Saint squatted by the roadside, holding a tub of oden in his hands, whispering quietly.
On his first night in Japan, Boss Jiang was very considerate, not letting him stay in the Wabi-Sabi Garden, but taking him out to witness Tokyo’s nightlife.
This is Shinjuku.
That’s right.
This is the famous area where Kabukicho is located, along with cinemas, bars, adult entertainnt, nightclubs, love hotels... In short, it’s Asia’s largest "red-light district."
Even though last year’s economy took a hit, it didn’t affect the hustle and bustle here, with tourists of different complexions streaming through like fish.
Martial Saint’s squatting spot was great, right in front of the "Kabukicho First Street" archway.
The place was bright with lights and fragrant with allure; even though it was spring, it made people feel hot all over. Flamboyant sexy girls swayed and openly flirted with passing pedestrians.
In theory, Martial Saint had longed for this place; tonight he’s finally getting what he wished for, and he should be ecstatic. But as he chewed on his oden, his face was filled with frustration.
Even Sister Liuli was brought out for a stroll, right beside him, but that’s secondary.
The main thing is... soone is being unprincipled!
Actually called his sister!
"Didn’t you want to co to Kabukicho? How am I being unfair?"
Jiang Chen argued confidently.
Yeah.
Report him all you want.
But hasn’t he still fulfilled the kid’s wish?
Martial Saint’s eyes looked even more resentful as he swallowed a fish ball and then stood up resolutely.
"Let’s go inside for a look!"
Jiang Chen asked, "Are you sure?"
"Look around a bit shouldn’t be a problem, right? We’re already here."
Martial Saint was quite clear-headed; at the front door, whether he steps through the arch or not doesn’t make a big difference.
If his sister really was going to break his leg, going in or staying out wouldn’t matter.
"Bro, if you’re scared, you and Sister Liuli can wander elsewhere. We’ll et back here in an hour."
This punk was either trying to provoke him or genuinely wanted to act alone.
But Jiang Chen would never really leave him; though Tokyo’s public safety is far better than in Myanmar, if Martial Saint accidentally got lost in a place like this, Lan Peizhi might really reprimand him.
"You’re underage. If you wander this place alone, before long, the police will take you away."
Looking across at the alluring Kabukicho First Street, Jiang Chen hesitated a while before making what felt like an extrely difficult decision. With a sigh, he reluctantly agreed, "Alright, let’s take you inside for a look. But don’t tell your sister."
Martial Saint felt a tightness in his chest, staring incredulously at his companion, montarily wanting to spit blood.
Thankfully they’re familiar now.
If they had just t, Martial Saint would have certainly cursed out loud.
"Let’s go."
Boss Jiang calmly stepped forward, heading toward the Kabukicho First Street opposite, not treating Sister Liuli as an outsider, nor seemingly as a woman.
But that’s not entirely accurate.
Who said won can’t visit such places?
Busy streets have a good share of female compatriots, many of whom obviously aren’t of Asian descent.
Don’t be influenced by stereotypes.
The clientele in the red-light district aren’t only male; the female market shouldn’t be underestimated, knowing that male hosts are equally a feature of Kabukicho.
In this place, wealthy ladies spending heaps of money for pleasure are everywhere.
Martial Saint followed in their footsteps, across the archway of dazzling lights, discarding his tub of oden.
Their combination here didn’t elicit any extra attention; as the globally famous red-light district, here are too many eccentric folks.
Like the oden Martial Saint just tossed out, before crossing that arch, ethics, morality, sha... need to be discarded entirely, all that’s needed is unrestrained desire and passion!
When away, orders of the ruler are sotis exempted.
The authority of his sister gradually waned amidst the fragrant winds brushing past.
Martial Saint’s thoughts wandered, touched by the scene, looking at the signs on each shop forbidding entry to those under eighteen, he thoughtfully exclaid, "If only I could grow up faster."
Jiang Chen instinctively glanced at Daoist Duanmu.
Finding him surprisingly calm, as smooth as a serene lake, completely unaffected by the surrounding bright lights and vibrant nightlife.
It’s unlikely that Daoist Sister is unaware of these kind of places; Jiang Chen was undoubtedly skeptical.
Daoist Sister has co a long way now.
"He said he wants to see a performance."
Concerned she didn’t hear, Jiang Chen deliberately pointed out, dissecting Martial Saint’s feelings.
"What kind of performance?"
Tanki Liuli asked.
Jiang Chen’s face was solemn, "A performance without clothes."
The desire within humanity is another aspect of this bustling world.
Duanmu Liuli wasn’t swayed, Daoist Sister’s temperant is far gentler than her senior sister’s, replying movingly.
"Judge actions, not intentions."
Jiang Chen seed thunderstruck, awakened by profound realization, adopting a look deep in contemplation, "I’ve learned a lot from you."
"Wow, I know this place."
Martial Saint suddenly halted, focusing on a certain establishnt on First Street.
"Kitano Mina used to work here!"
Who?
Indeed, the era belongs to the young.
Jiang Chen’s knowledge was indeed limited, simultaneously realizing this kid truly has delved deep into Japan’s intangible cultural heritage.
"From now on, besides rest days, strictly control his computer and phone use."
Jiang Chen advised Daoist Duanmu.
Upon hearing this, Martial Saint finally couldn’t hold back, "Bro, when you’re under the clear sky, are you going to raise soone else’s umbrella?"
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