The small courtyard didn't look large, but it wasn't small either. A circle of black-clad bodyguards stood around the perimeter, ensuring its security. Inside, a pond, rooms, and everything else resembled a Japanese garden straight out of an anime.
After Jiang Hai and the others entered, they saw a total of six rooms: three with tatami mats and three with beds.
"How should we arrange it? You're staying with me anyway," Pula Walton said with a chuckle, looking at Jiang Hai.
Although she had satisfied her cravings on the plane, sometimes it was like this: the more she indulged, the more she wanted. If it weren't for having just arrived, Pula Walton might not have even wanted to pull Jiang Hai into the room right then.
"This one!" Jiang Hai chose a rather large bedroom and pointed inside, saying.
Azalina and Wallis Shelley directly took the room next to theirs. They had no intention of staying with Jiang Hai these few days, letting Jiang Hai and Pula Walton enjoy their time together.
"Alright then, let's get settled." Hearing Jiang Hai, Pula Walton also smiled and then gestured for the attendant who had been waiting outside to come in and tidy up. After everything was in order, Jiang Hai and the others moved in.
Of course, before moving in, Azalina and Wallis Shelley had to inspect it thoroughly, only allowing them to stay once they confirmed there were no issues.
"Where did you get these bodyguards? They're so impressive—beautiful, skilled, great figures, and meticulous in their work. Tsk, tsk, I'm a little envious," Pula Walton said, stripping off her jacket and lying directly on the bed, smiling at Jiang Hai after Azalina and Wallis Shelley finished their inspection and left.
"They're not ordinary people. They are agents trained in Ulaan. Azalina escaped, and after I learned about her situation, I bought them back." Hearing Pula Walton's words, Jiang Hai briefly explained Azalina's origins. Pula Walton was stunned by what Jiang Hai said.
"You dare to use agents?" Pula Walton didn't elaborate too much, looking at Jiang Hai. The capabilities of agents were well-known throughout the world; everyone knew they were excellent. However, those who dared to employ them were usually desperadoes. Truly wealthy individuals wouldn't dare to use agents, especially retired ones.
Wealthy people are different from drug dealers or those in the underworld. Those people dare to use agents because they know that even if an agent is a double-edged sword, they can simply kill them if they disobey. However, wealthy people cannot casually kill others.
It was the same for businessmen like Jiang Hai. These agents were generally quite knowledgeable people. If you bought them, there was no guarantee they wouldn't secretly collude and kidnap you when you went out, or something similar.
Because agents, especially retired ones, have no inherent loyalty. Their organizations are often mercenary groups; they listen to whoever pays them more. It is precisely because of this that agents are quite unpopular in the bodyguard industry.
Pula Walton had not expected that Jiang Hai's people were all former agents, and that Jiang Hai trusted them so much.
"To trust without doubt, and to not use if in doubt—that has always been my policy. I trust them." Hearing Pula Walton's words, Jiang Hai also smiled and lay down beside her. Jiang Hai was telling the truth; that was indeed what he thought.
"Alright, with your 'thing' here, they won't dare to defy you. Hehe, shall we warm up first?" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton decided not to disrupt the internal harmony of Jiang Hai's group, so she changed the subject, saying with a giggle.
"Wasn't it enough on the plane?" Jiang Hai sighed, looking at Pula Walton, who had already climbed onto him.
"With you, when is it ever enough? Really, we only have these few days, so we need to seize every minute and every second." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton playfully slapped him and chuckled. Hearing what she said, Jiang Hai didn't waste any more words. He flipped over, pinning her beneath him, and the 'war' thus began... More than two hours later, with the clouds dispersed and the mist cleared, Jiang Hai and a clearly satisfied Pula Walton finally emerged from the room.
"Boss, just after you entered the room, an old man from the island nation came to see Pula Walton, but the people outside said you were resting. He should still be waiting outside now." Hearing the sound of Jiang Hai and Pula Walton opening their door, Wallis Shelley and Azalina also came out of their rooms and said to Jiang Hai.
"It must be Nakamura Tetsuya, let's go!" Hearing Wallis Shelley's words, Pula Walton also smiled, then freely linked arms with Jiang Hai and walked outside. As soon as they stepped out, they saw an old man and a young man kneeling by a distant pond, drinking tea. Seeing Jiang Hai and the others emerge, both immediately stood up.
Jiang Hai had met one of them before, it was Nakamura Masaru. The other old man, who looked to be over sixty, bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Nakamura Masaru, suggesting he was his father, Nakamura Tetsuya, whom Pula Walton had mentioned.
"Miss Pula Walton, welcome, welcome!" Seeing Pula Walton, the two men smiled with narrowed eyes. Nakamura Masaru still bowed ninety degrees immediately, while a ninety-degree bow for Nakamura Tetsuya was unlikely and seemed precarious, but he still voluntarily bent about sixty degrees. To be honest, although Jiang Hai disliked Japanese people—perhaps no one from the Northeast liked the Japanese—seeing an old man bow to him made him feel a bit awkward. So, he thought for a moment, wanting to return the bow, but Pula Walton noticed first and straightened Jiang Hai's back.
"You are a higher-ranking presence than them, so a nod is sufficient." Pula Walton whispered in Jiang Hai's ear. Hearing her, Jiang Hai nodded; he truly didn't understand these customs.
Indeed, Jiang Hai merely nodded, and the two men didn't sense anything amiss. Before their arrival, they had already thoroughly investigated Jiang Hai's identity: the owner of Tenglong Estate, currently the number one beef supplier in the Western world, and aiming to become the number one aquatic product supplier in the Western world. His total assets were even in the tens or hundreds of billions of US dollars, though because his wealth was not publicly traded, no one could precisely know how much money he possessed. However, it was certain that he was of a higher status than them.
In their eyes, Jiang Hai should currently be considered a top-tier figure, far beyond their ability to compare.
For such a high-ranking person to nod to them was already quite good.
In Japan and South Korea, age is indeed a crucial factor in evaluating a person, but social status is equally important.
"I'm a bit hungry, let's talk while we eat!" Seeing Nakamura Masaru and Nakamura Tetsuya being so understanding, Pula Walton's attitude towards them softened slightly, and she decided to give them an opportunity to dine with her.
"I've already prepared everything, please follow me." Hearing Pula Walton, Nakamura Tetsuya also said with a beaming smile, then actively led Jiang Hai and the others into the hotel.
"This father and son, Nakamura, were originally the main people in charge of Seiyu Department Store. In 2002, Walmart bought 37% of Seiyu Department Store's shares, becoming the largest shareholder and entering the Japanese market. Later, they suffered continuous losses and had to withdraw. However, in 2007, when my uncle was in power, he was an extreme person. He directly bought all of Seiyu Department Store's shares and increased dumping efforts. Now, although Walmart here in Japan isn't making a profit, it's at least not losing money, and it has also made a name for itself. My uncle was very decisive in this matter." Watching the two men lead the way, Pula Walton also introduced their situation. From the current perspective, these two were relatively trustworthy, as all their assets were tied to Walmart.
If they angered Pula Walton, who was currently in charge of Sam's Club, they would be in serious trouble.
Jiang Hai had also met Pula Walton's family. To be honest, Pula Walton's father gave off the impression of a conservative leader; Walmart under his management wouldn't make major mistakes, only a stable transition. However, her uncle was an aggressive pioneer. Under his leadership, Walmart would either make huge profits or suffer huge losses, which was inevitable.
It just depends on how the Walmart shareholders choose. For now, due to Pula Walton's relationship with Jiang Hai, her father has a slight advantage, but who knows what the future holds?
Following the two men, Jiang Hai and the others walked quite quickly. Soon, they arrived at a rather spacious Japanese restaurant. However, there was only one table there, set with cups, bowls, condiments, and chopsticks, but no food.
After everyone was seated, Nakamura Tetsuya clapped his hands, and then a group of people entered from outside. Leading them was a young girl, dressed in a kimono often seen on television. After entering, she first knelt and bowed before Jiang Hai and the others, then began to undress herself.
"What the hell is this?" Jiang Hai was somewhat bewildered looking at the girl; he couldn't quite grasp what this meant. However, Pula Walton's eyes lit up, and she gently patted Jiang Hai under the table.
"Just watch, this is called Nyotaimori, a very novel way of eating." (To be continued.)
The Righteous Jiang Hai
"Uh, nyotaimori?" Looking at Pula Walton, Jiang Hai had indeed never tried this before, but he had heard of it.
It is said that this thing first appeared in the island country. When it first emerged, there was a bunch of wolves howling along, but after so many years, everyone gradually forgot about it. Jiang Hai was seeing something like this for the first time.
"Minasan, watashi wa Yōyō-chan desu, hajimemashite, dōzo, yoroshiku onegaishimasu." Just as Jiang Hai was looking at this girl, she had already taken off her clothes, knelt back down, and spoke to the people in front of her, while also displaying her body.
Jiang Hai's brain processed what the girl said. With his half-baked Japanese, mainly learned from some 'teachers,' he figured the girl was probably introducing herself. Ahem, Jiang Hai usually watched ones with plots; he was a man with some sentiment...
This girl looked to Jiang Hai to be about fourteen or fifteen years old? Roughly. Anyway, girls from the island country really do tend to be quite petite, and it's hard to tell their exact age. As for looks, she wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but with her small round face and slightly pointed chin, to be honest, she looked very cute. At first glance, she gave off a feeling of wanting to protect her, uh... ravish her? Well, it's pretty much the same meaning. This girl looked a lot like a certain 'teacher' named Sakaguchi Mieno.
Jiang Hai had once studied her works. However, this girl was whiter than that teacher, and her eyes were more sparkling. Her figure was slender, not fat, not thin, with no bones visible at all. There wasn't a single hair on her entire body. What surprised Jiang Hai the most was that the girl's upper regions and a certain area below were pinkish-white. Of course, there was no hair there either.
"This is the vessel for this occasion, called Yōyō-chan. She is fifteen years old, a girl specially trained to become a nyotaimori vessel. Training starts before her first menstruation at age twelve. She must have no body hair, soak in fresh milk for two hours daily, and her diet, living conditions—everything is strictly regulated. She must also have type A blood, and most importantly, she must be a virgin. Please, gentlemen, go ahead." Seeing Jiang Hai continuously staring at the girl, Nakamura Tadashi on this side spoke softly. Hearing Nakamura Tadashi's words, the girl lay down on the table in front of them. Then, several middle-aged women entered, bowed carefully, knelt before the girl, and began placing items on her body. Looking at the girl before him, Jiang Hai somewhat felt this was a bit... perverted.
"Ahem, this thing... isn't it a bit inappropriate? It feels somewhat too demeaning!" Tugging at Pula Walton's clothes, Jiang Hai looked at her and whispered. Honestly, they say when in Rome, but Jiang Hai still had his bottom line.
"Mr. Jiang, you are mistaken. This is also a job, and they do it voluntarily. Nyotaimori also has its hierarchies, but even the lowest level earns more than a typical manager. For instance, Yōyō-chan here charges 17 million yen per appearance (equivalent to about 1 million rmb), which is undeniably a high income in Tokyo." Although Jiang Hai's voice wasn't loud, the room was quite small, so it easily reached the ears of the two men in front. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Nakamura Tadashi used his half-baked Chinese to speak to Jiang Hai.
"Uh..." Hearing his words, Jiang Hai didn't know what to say anymore, because the word 'voluntary' blocked anything he might have said next.
Growing up in China, the education Jiang Hai received was that things like prostitution, gambling, and drugs were all sinful. There was no such thing as 'voluntary' in this context. For example, in all Chinese films and TV shows, everyone in brothels was forced, sold into it, and then compelled to become certain special professionals.
So, from a young age, Jiang Hai was indoctrinated with this thinking. However, since coming to America, he discovered things weren't actually like that. In this industry, a considerable number of people treat it as a career.
They don't think there's anything shameful about what they do; on the contrary, they quite like it. They earn money and get to enjoy themselves.
There's nothing wrong with it. So, Jiang Hai's worldview was quite subversionoverseas.
And now, here, he really didn't know what to say, because he didn't know if this girl was truly voluntary. If he were to chivalrously intervene and she didn't need it, how awkward would that be for Jiang Hai...
Besides, he had only heard about it before; this was his first time trying it up close. If he didn't eat, he'd feel like he was missing out.
Soon, while Jiang Hai was still Dilemma, the middle-aged women over there finished arranging everything. They bowed to Jiang Hai, then went out and closed the door. Nakamura Tadashi and Nakamura Tadashi sat far away, gesturing for Jiang Hai and the others to eat.
"Aren't they eating?" Seeing the two men not moving, Jiang Hai looked at Pula Walton with some confusion.
"Them? Don't mind them. They won't eat with us. Mix the dipping sauce!" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton shrugged. Americans are the least concerned about hierarchy, but islanders are the most particular about it.
No matter what they said, they wouldn't eat with members of the Walton Family. Of course, banquets were an exception. For a private banquet like this, they didn't have the status to sit at the table. Pula Walton was used to this; they treated everyone the same.
Since Pula Walton said so, Jiang Hai didn't stand on ceremony. He mixed wasabi, soy sauce, and some vinegar into his small dish. Although not as good as what Qi Ya made, it wasn't bad either. After everything was ready, Jiang Hai glanced at the girl in front of him. Her body was now covered with ingredients, mainly sashimi—various kinds of fish, lobster, sea urchin roe, sliced Sea Cucumber, prawns, etc. There were also Crab legs with shells removed, among other things, plus sushi. Jiang Hai didn't eat sashimi because before he got the dragon pearl, his stomach wasn't great.
Later, after obtaining the dragon pearl, naturally, all illnesses vanished, but he still hadn't gotten used to eating sashimi. So he didn't eat it. Fortunately, the other side seemed to understand, so things like shrimp were cooked, just with the shells removed.
Thinking of this, Jiang Hai's first chopstick pick was a shrimp. He picked it up, put it in his dish, and took a bite. Huh, didn't feel anything special...
"You have to dip this in the sauce to eat it." Seeing Jiang Hai's expression showing no particular taste, Pula Walton smiled and said to him. But hearing her words, Jiang Hai pointed to the dish in his hand—wasn't this the sauce?
"I mean you have to dip it in the sauce to eat! Like this!" Pula Walton met Jiang Hai's gaze with a light laugh, then used her silver chopsticks to pinch a certain indescribable protruding area on the girl's upper region.
As the chopsticks applied pressure, the girl, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, couldn't help but have a layer of mist form in her eyes, and her body trembled involuntarily. At that moment, Pula Walton picked up a slice of salmon, placed it on an indescribable area below the girl, gently dipped it around the entrance, took it out, then put it in her own dish to dip in some sauce before putting it in her mouth.
"Mmm, tastes wonderful. Don't you want to try?" After chewing a couple of times in her mouth, Pula Walton said happily.
"Ugh... how can you be so gross? I'm not eating that." Jiang Hai didn't need to be told what that dipping substance was. He immediately shook his head. Although he liked beautiful women, he wasn't a pervert. He didn't have that kind of hobby.
"I don't believe you haven't eaten it before. You've done it with me, and which of the ones at your place haven't you tasted?" Rolling her eyes at Jiang Hai, Pula Walton said disdainfully, clearly thinking Jiang Hai was just pretending to be proper.
"That's different..." Waving his hand, even when talking about this topic, Jiang Hai was still a bit reserved.
"What's different? It's just that she eats yours, so you eat hers. How much for this girl's first time?" Rolling her eyes at Jiang Hai, Pula Walton said to the Nakamura father and son.
"Leave everything to us. No need for you to trouble yourself. It is her honor." Hearing Pula Walton's words, Nakamura Tadashi and Nakamura Tadashi bowed down with delighted expressions. For them, if such a small amount of money could make Pula Walton and Jiang Hai happy, it was naturally for the best. However, Jiang Hai waved his hand.
"I said, stop right there. I didn't come here for that." Looking at Pula Walton, Jiang Hai said seriously. He really wasn't picky about girls, but he couldn't be that desperate, right? After all, as the old saying goes, before jerking off, one is like a demon; after jerking off, one is like a saint. Although he hadn't jerked off earlier, he had spent two hours 'communicating' with Pula Walton. Right now, he wasn't lacking in women.
"Fine, you're the boss." Seeing Jiang Hai's serious face, Pula Walton smiled. She just loved seeing Jiang Hai like this. Whether outside or on certain 'battlefields,' she had the least resistance to Jiang Hai's commands.
Hearing her words, Jiang Hai glanced at her, then picked up another shrimp and started eating.
Meanwhile, the girl who had been lying motionless on the table the whole time now turned her head, looking at Jiang Hai with a trace of gratitude in her eyes. Although in their line of work, the first time would be given away sooner or later, being able to delay it for one more day was best. She was truly grateful to Jiang Hai. (To be continued.)
Night Tour of Tokyo
"Chairman, the latest news—Jiang Hai has arrived in Tokyo!"
Just as Jiang Hai was enjoying special Japanese cuisine in his hotel, inside a massive private residence somewhere in Tokyo, a man in a suit knelt before an old man dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, speaking earnestly.
The old man merely nodded slightly upon hearing the report, accepted a cup of tea handed to him by a nearby young woman, and took a small sip.
"This Jiang Hai certainly has guts, daring to come to Tokyo."
"Doesn't he know he has offended us?"
The old man set down his tea and spoke indifferently, and upon hearing his words, the man kneeling before him lowered his head even further.
"He came with Miss Pru-Walton of the Walton family."
"Their security measures are extremely tight; only the Nakamura father and son are able to see them."
The man looked at the old man and reported seriously.
"Nakamura... tell my subordinates, I want to see them!"
The old man took a small sip of tea, chuckled lightly, and spoke with composure.
He felt he had a certain hold over the Nakamura family, who were known to be opportunists...
Jiang Hai, at this moment, was unaware that he was being targeted.
In fact, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
He had prepared to be targeted the moment he arrived.
He wasn't afraid of being targeted because his current strength and standing allowed him to simply ignore such attempts.
Jiang Hai was never someone to be easily bullied.
After dinner, Pru-Walton specifically brought Jiang Hai and the Nakamura father and son together to discuss how to utilize the next two days for promotion.
The fresh preservation time of the fish was limited, so publicity was naturally very important.
According to Nakamura Tetsuya, the best method was to transport the fish to their storefront in the Tsukiji Market and auction it directly there.
This would both promote their own shop and ensure they could sell it for a good price.
Of course, this required consulting Jiang Hai, as doing so would limit the customer base; for example, people who had conflicts with Walmart would not attend.
However, attracting major regular patrons would not be an issue.
Jiang Hai was quite calm about this; he didn't really care.
He didn't mind whether Pru-Walton used his fish for advertising or not, as this fish was mostly just a test run.
He figured Pru-Walton could decide the specifics, as long as he got paid, there would be no problem.
Since Jiang Hai was easy to deal with, the rest of the matters were easy to handle.
Soon, the three of them had finalized the promotion plan.
Jiang Hai didn't understand much about these things, so he simply sat there and rested.
After about an hour, the three finished their discussion, and the Nakamura father and son respectfully withdrew.
"Let's go out and have some fun!"
Pru-Walton smiled and said to Jiang Hai after seeing the two men leave.
"Go out and have fun? Are you sure?"
Hearing Pru-Walton's suggestion, Jiang Hai looked at her with suspicion.
Jiang Hai knew well that he was not a popular person in Japan.
Going out now?
Was she looking for trouble?
"Don't worry, there won't be any problems."
"My security is top-notch."
Seeing Jiang Hai's surprised expression, Pru-Walton laughed and explained.
Since she guaranteed there would be no issue, Jiang Hai had nothing more to say and decided to follow her lead.
They went back and called out Azalea and Wallace-Shelley.
Of course, the security personnel were also present, but they were operating discreetly; Jiang Hai and the others wouldn't see them unless they looked closely.
On the surface, there were only the four of them.
When they arrived in the lobby, the chauffeur had already prepared the car.
"Where are we going?"
After getting into the car, Jiang Hai asked Pru-Walton.
He was truly unfamiliar with the area.
Although many otaku dreamed of visiting Japan, Jiang Hai either wanted to come but had no opportunity, or now he was too disdainful to bother, so he didn't know much about the country.
Pru-Walton, however, had visited several times.
"The nightlife here in Tokyo is quite good."
"We have three options: If we want to shop and experience the evening atmosphere, we should go to Ginza."
"If we want to find some good food, we should go to Shibuya."
"If we want to check out an izakaya, we should go to Shinjuku."
Pru-Walton smiled and told Jiang Hai after they got in the car.
"Where do you two want to go?"
Hearing Pru-Walton's options, Jiang Hai asked Azalea and Wallace-Shelley, who were sitting behind him.
"I'm fine with whatever you choose, but you'd better avoid places with too many people; it could be dangerous."
Azalea shrugged upon hearing Jiang Hai's question, indicating she didn't mind.
Wallace-Shelley simply smiled and offered no opinion.
"Then let's go to Shibuya first, and then Shinjuku!"
Pru-Walton raised an eyebrow at Jiang Hai and said cheerfully.
Shibuya is a district in Tokyo, which first rose to prominence due to the Tokyu Department Store.
In terms of commercial value, it might be far inferior to Ginza, but young people prefer to gather here.
Shibuya is very noisy at night.
There are many street snacks here, and many young people come here to hang out.
After their car arrived, the four of them got out and walked toward Shibuya Center Street.
As soon as he stepped out, Jiang Hai couldn't help but marvel at how resistant the Japanese girls were to the cold; in Japan, regardless of the season, girls must wear skirts to school.
It was much the same on this street now: all kinds of girls were dressed quite warmly on top—down jackets, heavy coats, and so on—since it was only early spring, practically still winter.
But on the bottom, they were almost all wearing skirts.
Clearly, the sales of pants were not very ideal in Japan, especially women's pants.
During the day, Jiang Hai had noticed that the city was a picture of constant hustle, and at night, it wasn't much better...
Even the young people, carrying their purchases or just sightseeing, moved quite quickly, showing no signs of a leisurely post-dinner stroll.
So, Jiang Hai withdrew his gaze and started focusing on Shibuya's street food.
As for the Japanese beauties, *cough*, have you heard of the Four Great Evil Arts of East Asia?
Thai gender reassignment surgery, South Korean plastic surgery, Chinese Photoshop, and Japanese makeup techniques.
God knows what these girls look like after they take off their makeup, and Jiang Hai definitely didn't want to find out.
Besides, he was currently in a state of'semi-sagehood,' so it didn't matter if he didn't look.
It was better to focus more on the snacks.
To be honest, Japanese street food is relatively abundant.
Of course, it can't compare to China's, but there are many street food stalls, similar to night markets back home, where food is prepared on the spot.
Jiang Hai's original need for women wasn't actually that high, mainly due to the effect of the Dragon Pearl, but his pursuit of good food was constant.
Looking at the snacks, Jiang Hai's appetite was whetted, and he couldn't resist walking over to take a look.
When Japanese snacks are mentioned, most people have some familiarity, as they often appear in anime and cartoons, and many similar stalls exist in China.
For example, dorayaki are pancakes made with honey batter and filled with red bean paste.
This item is common in China, and it's Doraemon's favorite snack in the cartoon.
Then there are wagashi (Japanese sweets), which are essentially the same as chilled rice cakes found in China, so there's not much to elaborate on.
Hand rolls (temaki) are a type of sushi, and they are quite common on the streets of Tokyo.
Rice balls (onigiri) are similar to hand rolls but contain more rice and are much cheaper, making them a relatively inexpensive snack.
Taiyaki (fish-shaped cakes) are similar to dorayaki, except the batter is shaped like a fish, and they are also filled with red bean paste.
Takoyaki (octopus balls) are Jiang Hai's favorite snack, bar none.
He often ate them in China, so naturally, he had to try the authentic version here.
Tempura is deep-fried shrimp—though shrimp is the best, there are also vegetables and fish tempura.
Besides those, there were oden (a type of stew) and fried chicken nuggets.
Jiang Hai didn't care much for the fried chicken, as America had plenty of that, but he was quite interested in the oden.
As they walked, Pru-Walton was looking at girls and clothes.
Azalea and Wallace-Shelley were monitoring their surroundings, though they occasionally glanced at clothes too—no girl disliked those things.
As for Jiang Hai, he was purely focused on getting food.
First, he got two boxes of takoyaki, then bought ten skewers of oden, followed by a box of tempura, and finally a few dorayaki.
To be honest, Jiang Hai hadn't been satisfied by the nyotaimori (body sushi) earlier, because he didn't eat raw fish.
The food served on the girl's body was mostly raw fish, with very little sushi.
It would have been quite inhumane to place freshly fried fish on the girl, so Jiang Hai had barely eaten anything.
He was now making up for it.
He ate as they walked.
By the time they were nearly done touring Shibuya, Jiang Hai was almost full.
"Then let's go to an izakaya in Shinjuku!"
Pru-Walton smiled and suggested, seeing that Jiang Hai had finished eating.
"Oh, let's go!"
After popping the last fried shrimp into his mouth, Jiang Hai also nodded.
The four of them returned to their car and drove straight toward Tokyo's famous red-light, *cough*, that district.
However, as they approached the area, their car was stopped by the police.
Watching the police officers block the car, Jiang Hai and Pru-Walton frowned.
One of the officers tapped on the window, signaling Pru-Walton to roll it down.
Since they were on someone else's turf, Pru-Walton decided not to resist.
She lowered the window, looking at the officer standing beside her with confusion, wondering what trick they were up to.
(To be continued.)