Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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“But you are Italian, and your family is rich and powerful.”

"Does that mean every Italian powerhouse is a mafia? That's a stereotype!"

"Is not it?"

Gao Kui asked a question in return, and then gave his reasoning: "I remember there was a billionaire in Britain named Lynch who defrauded HP of more than 10 billion dollars, causing HP's stock price to plummet and suffer heavy losses."

Hewlett-Packard sued him and ultimately lost. Afterwards, Lynch took his family, witnesses, and lawyers on a private yacht to celebrate, but they encountered a bizarre storm. Lynch and the key figures in the case all drowned, while the captain and crew were almost unharmed.

And just two days before they drowned, another defendant died in a car accident.

The accident occurred in the sea near Sicily, Italy. Six months later, HP became the largest sponsor of the Ferrari team.

Since then, I've felt that all the big Italian clubs are either part of the Mafia or have some kind of connection to it.

Ferrari is owned by the Fiat Group, which in turn belongs to the Italian powerhouse Agnelli family.

"Let's set aside whether your reasoning is too conspiratorial."

Caesar warned, "I've never heard of the story you just told. You can ask them if you don't believe me. Such a large-scale commercial fraud and blatant retaliation will surely cause a huge uproar internationally."

"Haven't you heard of it?" Gao Kui looked at Chu Zihang in surprise, then at Yuan Zhisheng.

The two shook their heads simultaneously; they genuinely had never heard of this story.

"So the Gattuso family isn't the Mafia?"

"Absolutely not, that's a stereotype. At least as far as I know, my family has never done any of those things you're talking about."

Running casinos, smuggling arms and olive oil—that's a story from *The Godfather Part II*, set in the 1970s and 80s.

Caesar argued from various angles that he was not a member of the Mafia. After finishing his argument, he wanted to steer the conversation back to the main topic, but then forgot where he was: "Where were we?"

"Tell me why you want to go to Kabukicho," Chu Zihang reminded them, having been listening attentively to their conversation the whole time.

Caesar flicked cigar ash out the car window: "I've never seen the real Yakuza. I'm a fan of the Yakuza series, so I want to go. It's that simple."

"Ok."

Gao Kui gestured and asked, "Then why should I treat you?"

"You just got a Huitong Bank Black Gold Card with no spending limit from that long-legged woman, and it's the primary card."

Caesar smiled mysteriously: "Does that long-legged woman like you? Nobody knows, but I can tell that she values ​​you a lot. She desperately wants your attention and favor, and even wants to possess you."

How did you get the Black Gold Card?

You were supposed to be her boyfriend, right? And then she gave you the master card. It looked more like child's play than playing house. After that, they messed up Kassel.

But she's still your girlfriend in name only, isn't she? You didn't say you wanted to break up.

How about this: you take the black card your girlfriend gave you, go to one of the world's most famous red-light districts, and book an entire nightclub? Let's imagine what that long-legged woman's face will look like when she sees the bill.

Like a demon who tempts mortals to commit crimes and bow down to Satan, Caesar relentlessly tempted Gao Kui to play pranks with him.

He's actually quite immature; you could even call him immature and childish. If you can find some fun during a boring trip, why not?

"so bad!"

Gao Kui spoke with righteous indignation and a serious expression, but the expression he had managed to maintain instantly collapsed, replaced by an equally intriguing smile: "But I like it."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two boys, who never seemed to grow up, laughed heartily at the same time. Caesar patted Genjiro on the shoulder: "Hey buddy, let's change lanes, we're going to Kabukicho in Shinjuku."

Caesar did not consult Chu Zihang's opinion, even though he respected Chu Zihang quite a bit. Caesar knew that wherever Gao Kui went, Chu Zihang would follow.

Yuan Zhisheng was unwilling to become the driver for the three of them so naturally, and said with a straight face, "This is not part of the original itinerary."

Caesar's azure eyes instantly turned cold: "Then drop us off here and we'll take a taxi ourselves. I just saw a sign on the roadside; it's not far from Kabukicho."

Caesar was determined to go to Kabukicho right now.

Yuan Zhisheng figured that even if he sent them to a hotel, they would probably go out in secret. Now that he was with them, at least he could keep an eye on them.

After weighing the options, he could only shrug, say something to Crow and the others through the car radio, then turn the steering wheel and drive out of the convoy, changing lanes at the intersection and heading towards Kabukicho.

"Since you're so eager to go, then go ahead and check it out. Just so you know, Kabukicho in Japan might not be as interesting as you imagine."

"We have money."

Caesar gave a thumbs-up to Gao Kui in the back row and said, "In capitalist countries, anywhere can become interesting as long as you have enough money."

"Take back what you said, let me say it."

Gao Kui took out the black gold card that Jiu Demai had given him, waved it, and with a tense expression, imitated Jiang Tianyang from the movie "Young and Dangerous," saying, "To succeed in doing great things, there are three conditions."

First, money. Second, money. Third, still money. A woman who takes $100,000 from me wants to lie down. A man who takes $100,000 from me also wants to lie down!

Even men have to lie down?

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly shivered.

Caesar put his arm around Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry, he's just imitating a line from a movie. He's not interested in men. His mother is a believer, you know."

In fact, I don't think he would do anything excessive after knocking the woman down..."

Caesar thought Gao Kui simply wanted to have fun, to experience something he had never experienced before, to get close to the girls selling alcohol in nightclubs, to listen to their tragic stories of fathers gambling, mothers being sick, and younger brothers going to school, and to have a wild game without really understanding what was going on.

Doesn't he have any worldly desires?

Of course, there are. The biggest difference between humans and wild animals is that humans know what restraint is. If Gao Kui really didn't discriminate between meat and vegetables, then Chen Motong would have been his girlfriend long ago.

"He better not be."

Yuan Zhisheng was on tenterhooks. Otherwise, even if Gao Kui was an S-rank who could fight a humanoid dragon king, Yuan Zhisheng would still have to use his status as emperor to teach Gao Kui what it meant for an emperor not to be insulted.

A black Maybach 57S drove into Kabukicho 1-chome, where neon lights cascaded down like a waterfall, and the night came alive.

The streets were transformed into a dazzling sea of ​​red and blue by giant electronic screens and lantern-shaped signs, while male escort clubs and restaurant billboards competed for attention.

Smoke billows from izakayas wafts through the narrow alleyways, mingling with the cacophony of various languages ​​and karaoke music. Office workers in suits and tourists throng the area. The endless flow of people and the shimmering light create a never-sleeping river of desire.

Gao Kui peered through the car window, his eyes glazed over.

Yuan Zhisheng parked the car in the open-air parking lot at the intersection, and led the three people dressed in black robes with red cloud patterns into the crowd, leading them towards a brightly lit nightclub.

“The three of you are all minors. Japanese law prohibits people under the age of 20 from drinking or buying alcohol, and the same applies to travelers.”

I'll take you to one of our Sheqi Bajia's nightclubs. You can drink alcohol or soft drinks as you like, and no one will bother you.

If you want to book the entire place, I can arrange to temporarily clear all the customers out of the nightclub for you. Of course, you'll have to pay an extra clearing service fee.

Gao Kui waved the black gold card that Jiu De Mai had given him twice in an exaggerated manner, and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng: "Take it!"

It's just money, I have plenty of girlfriends!

Although Gao Kui still doesn't know his nominal girlfriend's name, it doesn't matter, she definitely loves me!

Caesar put his arm around Genjiro's shoulder and strolled through the brightly lit and bustling streets of Kabukicho: "Want to come along? We're going to have a big party tonight."

"You must be exhausted from preparing for our arrival, and you, the young master of Japan, even personally drove us."

Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself, "At least you've spoken something sensible."

"Can"

Genjiro raised his wrist to check the time. It was only a little past eight. If he accepted the three men's invitation, he could indulge in a night of debauchery in the nightclub for three hours under the guise of monitoring the Ace of Kassel.

Three hours is a precious time for Yuan Zhisheng, who is so busy he barely has time to breathe.

“I thought you would refuse,” Caesar said, somewhat surprised.

Do you think I'm some kind of old-fashioned, rigid person?

Yuan Zhisheng tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, his tone filled with a certain longing: "My biggest dream has always been to go to Montalvié Beach in France to sell sunscreen, and ideally, to personally apply my sunscreen to the fair or fit skin of those bikini-clad women."

Going to nightclubs by myself is actually quite boring, but it's a different story if you guys invite me.

But I can only stay with you until 11:30 PM at the latest; I need to get home before midnight.

Gao Kui walked to the other side of Yuan Zhisheng, put his arm around Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder, and scolded him with a stern face: "If you want to go home tonight, you can go home now!"

“That makes sense.” Caesar applauded Gao Kui’s remarks.

Genji hesitated. Spending the entire night indulging in revelry in Kabukicho was indeed very tempting, especially for someone who was more exhausted than a mule lately, but...

Oh well, it's not the first time he's stayed out all night, and he's chased ghosts day and night before.

"I need to send a text message to the people waiting for me at home first." Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth and agreed.

Caesar's eyes gleamed with a mocking light: "Wife, fiancée, or girlfriend?"

"She's my younger sister." Genji didn't want to mention Erii too much to the three of them.

In his view, Caesar and Gao Kui were both somewhat unreliable, and Chu Zihang was clearly psychologically withdrawn or even mentally abnormal; neither of them were good people.

It's definitely not a good thing for these three bastards to know too much about their sister.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't want to say more, and Caesar and Gao Kui didn't press him further, simply gesturing for him to leave.

With Gao Kui and Caesar supporting him, Yuan Zhisheng, who was flanked by men, took out his phone, found Erii's number, carefully considered the words, and began to compose a goodnight text message.

Just then, Gao Kui's phone rang. He casually took out his phone, glanced at it, typed a text message in reply, and then casually put his phone back in his pocket.

"You also have a younger sister waiting for you to come home?" Caesar teased with a smile.

"No, Nono asked why our car didn't go to the hotel with the convoy, and I said you were taking us to Kabukicho to have fun."

Caesar's smile vanished instantly, shifting to Chu Zihang's face. Even as he tried his best to recall the painful experience, Chu Zihang couldn't completely hold back.

Chapter 118 Welcome to Japan

The magic ball light hangs from the ceiling, and the purple laser lights cut through the darkness like sword blades, turning the stage into a boiling center amidst explosive flashes.

On the stage, four or five scantily clad women danced wildly, while on the pole dancing stages on both sides, the bodies of young girls coiled around the poles like snakes. The crowd below surged wildly to the deafening beat, their arms waving upwards like a forest, their throats screaming out distorted reflections.

Neon lights poured down, staining sweaty skin and intoxicated eyes with ever-changing, bizarrely vibrant colors, while the scents of expensive perfume mingled with the aromas of alcohol and tobacco.

Gao Kui and his three companions sat in an inconspicuous private room in the corner. Several girls wearing tube tops and tight shorts, with large areas of exposed skin, walked over enthusiastically, holding flags and champagne.

The girls greeted the four men warmly, offered them drinks and champagne with a minimum spend, raised firecrackers, jumped onto the coffee table, and wiggled their hips at the four men on the sofa. With a "bang," white confetti shot out from the firecrackers and then fell down with a "whoosh."

After discussing it, Gao Kui and the others decided not to book the entire venue. The point of going to a nightclub is to experience the lively atmosphere; booking the whole place would take away the fun.