Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 388 Choosing a Male Prostitute (Page 12)

Black Phoenix Club - VIP Room.

The private room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of whiskey and cigars.

Lin Qiye leaned back on the leather sofa, his slender fingers gently tapping the inside of a crystal glass, the amber liquid swaying slightly with his movements.

Jialan sat cross-legged to one side, toying with a silver coin in her hand. The coin twirled between her fingers, tracing a cold arc of light.

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leaned lazily against the window, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his gaze thoughtfully fixed on the street through the one-way glass.

"So, Han Chuan Si really is hiding there?" Lin Qi Ye asked, his voice low and calm.

"Most likely." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, exhaled a smoke ring, a slight smile playing on his lips. "That place is very well hidden; if it weren't for my supernatural abilities, it would have been difficult to find."

Jialan stopped coining and looked up, saying, "The problem is, the Hanchuan family is quite powerful now. Rushing in rashly might alert them."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, scoffed. "At worst, we'll just charge in. Anyway—"

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Haruki Amamiya strode in, his silver-gray hair slightly disheveled, clearly indicating he had rushed here. He closed the door behind him, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, and said in a deep voice, "I've found out!!!"

Lin Qiye sat up slightly, Jialan put away the coin, and Zhang Yun in black raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for what was to come.

“The place Zhang Yun saw was indeed the former headquarters of the Blackfire Society,” Haruki Amamiya said in a low voice. “However, it has now been occupied by the Kankawa family, and Kankawa Tsukasa—should be inside!”

"As expected." Lin Qiye's eyes turned slightly cold.

“That’s not all,” Haruki Amamiya continued. “While I was scouting the area, I discovered a group of people lurking in the shadows. Judging from their attire and manner of doing things, they should be members of the Black Kill Group!”

“The Black Kill Group?” Jialan frowned. “Why would they be targeting Han Chuansi?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was first taken aback, then a playful smile slowly crept onto his lips. He raised his hand to stroke his chin, thinking to himself:

(Interesting...Isn't the leader of the Black Kill Group Shen Qingzhu?)

(Haha, as expected of the arrogant guy, he's got real talent for the underworld. How long has it been and he's already become the top dog?)

(Looks like I'll have to find a chance to give this old friend a proper 'greeting' later...)

Lin Qiye noticed the change in Zhang Yun's expression and asked calmly, "What, do you know people from the Black Kill Group?"

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, shrugged and smiled mysteriously, "I suppose so, there's an 'acquaintance' inside."

Haruki Amamiya glanced at him with a puzzled look, but quickly looked away and continued, "The problem now is that the Black Kill Group is also keeping an eye on Tsukasa Hanakawa. If we act rashly, we may clash with them."

"Conflict?" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, scoffed. "Don't worry, there won't be."

Garan glanced at him suspiciously: "How can you be so sure?"

“Because—” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, drew out the word, a sly glint in his eyes, “the leader of the Black Kill Group is a ‘reasonable’ person.”

Lin Qiye glanced at him thoughtfully, then said calmly, "Since that's the case, let's proceed according to the original plan, however—"

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"If the Black Kill Group gets involved, then... let's have a 'friendly negotiation'."

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, grinned, a hint of fighting spirit igniting in his eyes: "Just what I wanted."

...

Black Sycamore Club Lobby.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the stained glass windows, casting dappled light and shadow on the bar.

Xiao Jin leaned over the counter, her chin resting on the ledger, her eyelids drooping.

Not far away, Uncle Kyosuke was leisurely sipping matcha, the fragrant aroma of which wafted through the quiet club.

Suddenly, Kyosuke's teacup slammed onto the table with a 'click'.

"It's over, Little Jin!!!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it on fire, Uncle Kyosuke!" Xiao Jin was jolted awake from his dream. The ledger fell to the ground with a 'thud,' and the pen rolled to the edge of the bar.

Uncle Kyosuke didn't speak, but simply pointed to the doorway with his pipe. Kogane looked in that direction and instantly woke up—

Outside the glass door, dozens of burly men in black suits surged in like a tide.

Each of them wore sunglasses, their ties meticulously tied at the very top, and the Black Killer Group badges on their chests gleamed coldly under the lights. The men in the front row had bulging waistbands, clearly concealing weapons.

"Whoosh—" The automatic door slowly opened.

"Thump, thump, thump..." The sound of synchronized footsteps made the floor tremble slightly.

The group of people were well-trained and divided into two lines, completely surrounding the hall.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, and even the background music seemed to be cut off.

Xiao Jin's fingers gripped the edge of the counter so tightly that his knuckles turned white: "This...this is the Black Killer Group, isn't it! Uncle Kyosuke, have you done something wrong?"

"You're the one who's in trouble!" Uncle Kyosuke glared at him irritably, but his grip on his pipe tightened unconsciously.

Just then, the crowd suddenly parted to create a passage.

Ken Asakura strode in with steady steps, his gleaming leather shoes making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

He wasn't wearing a kimono today, which was unusual, but instead wore a custom-made dark-patterned suit, and the scar under his left eye was faintly visible under the light.

“There’s no need for you two to be nervous.” Ken Asakura smiled and held up the black briefcase in his hand. “We’re not here to cause trouble.”

With a soft 'click,' the suitcase's lock popped open. Asakura Ken flicked his wrist—

"Crash!!!"

Bundles of ten-thousand-yuan bills cascaded down like a waterfall, the brand-new banknotes fluttering in the air before finally piling up into a small mountain on the bar. A few banknotes drifted onto Xiao Jin's face, carrying the distinctive fragrance of ink.

"This is..." Xiao Jin trembled as he picked up a banknote and examined the watermark under the light.

“Three hundred million yen.” Ken Asakura elegantly adjusted his cuffs. “A small token of our team leader’s appreciation.”

Uncle Kyosuke's pipe fell to the ground with a "thud," rolled twice, and scattered ash all over the ground.

He stared at Ken Asakura's face, which wore a professional, fake smile, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with difficulty:

"Your team leader...you wouldn't be thinking of..."

“That’s right.” Ken Asakura’s smile deepened. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but carrying an undeniable air of authority, “As long as your two most popular male hosts—Nanaya Asaba and Haruki Amamiya—go have a drink with our boss…”

He raised his hand and gently patted the briefcase full of banknotes.

"This money is yours."

Kyosuke's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He certainly knew what the Black Killers were—the overlords of Osaka's underworld, ruthless and domineering.

Their leader was notoriously ruthless and cold-blooded. It is said that he once single-handedly took on an entire rival gang, massacred three streets, and in the end, even the police dared not intervene.

(Sending Nanaya and Haruki to accompany him? Isn't that sending lambs to the slaughter?!)

He swallowed hard, forcing a smile: "This... I'm afraid it's not convenient. The male escorts at our shop are all legitimate drink companions; we don't provide any extra services..."

Ken Asakura's smile vanished instantly.

He slowly straightened up, his eyes turning cold, but his voice remained calm: "Mr. Kyosuke, I think you've misunderstood."

"I'm not 'inviting' you..."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snapped!"

Dozens of burly men in black suits stepped forward in unison, their suit jackets slightly open, revealing short knives and gun handles at their waists. The air froze instantly, and even breathing became clearly audible.

Ken Asakura's voice was cold and clear:

"—I am giving an 'order'."

Xiao Jin was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground, stammering, "B-brothers, calm down! Let's talk this out..."

Kyosuke's face turned completely pale. He knew the Black Killers weren't joking—if they refused, Black Willow might be burned to ashes tonight.

(It’s over…)

Just as the atmosphere was about to become tense—

"Oh? Why are the leaders of the Black Kill Group so angry?"

A lazy voice came from the second floor.

Everyone looked up and saw Lin Qiye walking slowly down the stairs with one hand in his pocket, followed by Amamiya Haruki with a calm expression.

The two men, one in black and one in white, one cold and sharp as a knife, the other elegant and graceful as a painting, both exuded an aura that could not be ignored.

Ken Asakura narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, before he smiled with satisfaction: "Looks like the main character has arrived."

Lin Qiye walked to the bar, glanced at the pile of banknotes on the table, then looked at Asakura Ken, and said calmly:

"I heard your group leader wants to see us?"

Ken Asakura nodded: "That's right."

Lin Qiye was silent for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled:

"Alright, lead the way."

Uncle Kyosuke suddenly looked up: "Nanaya! You..."

Lin Qiye raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more, but his eyes were frighteningly calm.

(Since there's no way to avoid it, let's go see what tricks this "godfather of the underworld" is up to.)

Ken Asakura smiled with satisfaction and waved his hand, "Please!"

The burly men in black suits immediately parted to make way for them, as if welcoming distinguished guests, yet with an undeniable sense of oppression.

Haruki Amamiya tilted his head slightly and whispered to Lin Qiye, "Are you sure?"

Lin Qiye's lips curled slightly, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear:

"Don't worry, if a fight really breaks out..."

"I guarantee they'll be the first to die."

Just as Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki were about to leave with Asakura Ken, Yurina suddenly rushed down from the second floor.

Like a startled fawn, she grabbed Lin Qiye's sleeve:

"Brother Qiye! Don't go!" Her voice was choked with sobs. "They're all bad people! They'll... they'll eat people!"

Upon hearing this, Ken Asakura's forehead veins bulged: "Little girl, our Black Killer Group is a legitimate organization..."

"A real gangster, huh?" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had somehow appeared next to Asakura Gym and put his arm around his shoulder. "Don't be angry, bro, he's just a kid who doesn't know any better."

Ken Asakura was startled by this sudden closeness and nearly drew his sword.

(When did this person...?)

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Yun leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Actually, our shop offers even more exciting 'special services'..."

"Zhang Yun!" Lin Qiye had no idea what Zhang Yun was up to, but he had a feeling that something was amiss.

But it was too late.

Ken Asakura's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Absolutely true!" Zhang Yun patted his chest to assure him, while giving Jialan a wink. "This Miss Jialan Kaguya, and I, are our shop's 'hidden trump cards'!"

Garan: "???"

(When did I change my name to Kaguya Garan?)

(And when did I become a gigolo?!)

(Are there still female gigolos???)

Just as she was about to explode, she saw Zhang Yun secretly make a "camera" gesture at her.

(This bastard wants to record this?!)

Lin Qiye's temples throbbed: "Mr. Asakura, we..."