“Hmph!” Hearing him ask that, the woman couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, once again draping her entire body over Yang Yi. The movements of her hands grew increasingly intense. Suddenly, she seemed to let go, but Yang Yi immediately stopped her hands, warning, "If you keep doing that, it'll be very dangerous, you know!"
The woman paid no heed to Yang Yi’s words, merely continuing her actions with ragged breaths. She whispered close to his ear, "Isn't this it? You men usually call it the little brother, don't you?"
“Ugh!” A wave of internal sweat broke out on Yang Yi. This woman was truly... shamelessly bold. Thinking this, he instantly reined in his own aura, a playful smirk touching his lips, allowing the woman to continue her maneuvers upon him.
“I wonder, are you interested in playing a little game, sir?”
“Playing?” Yang Yi smiled wryly, asking with a gentle curve of his lips, “And how exactly do you propose we play?”
“You’re terrible…” The woman felt a sudden pinch from Yang Yi in a certain spot, and she playfully chided him, her face flushing crimson!
Yang Yi took a sip of his red wine, simply letting the Japanese woman continue her seduction, the faint smile never leaving his face!
It couldn't be denied that the women who came to bars to ‘play’ were undoubtedly either frustrated wives starved for attention or women of the night. This one before him, while not overly stunning, was certainly no common-looking face. In this day and age, those who negatively impacted the societal facade were likely confined to their homes nursing their insecurities, whereas those with even a modest allure were surely prime targets for amusement.
Even through the fabric of his trousers, the sensation of her hand on his thigh was vivid. The smile on Yang Yi’s lips grew deeper, until he suddenly felt a sticky sensation in his hand, causing his brow to furrow instantly. Seeing Yang Yi frown, the woman’s heart skipped a beat, and she forced a smile, unwilling to let him discover her true intentions. She promptly grabbed Yang Yi’s hand and brought it to her lips, giving it a quick lick.
It was precisely this gesture that made Yang Yi feel utterly disgusted, and he snapped, "Scram!" Any further games only served to annoy him more. He had thought her boundaries were already evident, but he never expected the depths of depravity a woman from the R-Nation could sink to.
Startled by Yang Yi’s sudden, sharp command, the woman was taken aback. She had intended to escalate the seduction and immediately pull him away to a room, but the icy coldness in his eyes left her speechless.
But—a thought seemed to strike her, and unwilling to let the effort she had just expended go to waste, a hint of knowing charm spread across her face as she asked, “Sir, did this humble woman perhaps misstep?”
“Hmm?” Yang Yi cast her a surprised glance, a cold sneer hidden in his mind. This woman probably had some connections. He mused to himself, ‘Perfect, wasn't I intending to play the villain today anyway?’
“What, do you have an objection?” Yang Yi suddenly sneered, staring directly into the woman’s eyes.
“Heh heh, how dare I have an objection? However, sir, do you happen to know the rules here?” The woman smiled sweetly at Yang Yi.
“Uh-huh? And what rules might those be?”
“Hmph!” The woman’s expression abruptly changed, now wearing a look of absolute certainty as she smiled, saying, “This is the territory of the Yamaguchi-gumi. You touched me just now, and you must pay!”
“Oh ho!!!”……………
Yang Yi responded with a look that could have been mockery or feigned ignorance. After his acknowledgment, he stared coldly at the woman, “If you don’t leave right now, I won’t hesitate to kill a woman—especially one from the R-Nation!”
“You…” The woman was infuriated by his words, letting out a harsh snort before finally leaving.
The moment the woman departed, a delicate voice sounded, “Brother Yi, who was that woman?”
“Heh, just some woman relying on the clout of the Yamaguchi-gumi.” Yang Yi’s expression softened slightly. “Did you find anything?”
“Yes, on the second floor, right above us! Look—over there, on that mirrored glass panel!” Murong Lianxue pointed towards a white reflective glass panel diagonally ahead. “That glass is one-way; we can see out, but they can’t see in!”
“Hmm…” Yang Yi pondered for a moment, swirling the wine in his glass, his mind already brewing some unknown scheme.
…………………
“Ranzi, what’s wrong?” A woman, seeing her companion looking as if she had swallowed an explosive, walked over in confusion.
“That rich brat turned out to be a washed-out loser! I’m going to report this immediately. You keep an eye on him; don’t let him slip away.”
“Got it!” The second woman halted, shifting her gaze toward Yang Yi, a slight curl on her lip. “Looks like there’s going to be some fun to watch.”
“Brother Kun!” A woman called out to a middle-aged man.
“Oh, Ranzi! What is it?” The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with a lewd glint as he glanced at her somewhat revealing chest as the woman approached him.
The woman seemed to understand his unspoken meaning, walking right up to him. Without another word, she settled onto his lap, leaning close into his embrace, and pleaded, “Brother Kun, you have to help me out!”
“What is it?” The middle-aged man asked with a wicked grin, his hand resting on the Japanese woman’s body.
“There was some playboy just now who touched me and refused to pay. Don’t you think we should teach him a lesson…?”
“What? Someone dares to touch someone on Yamaguchi-gumi territory and not pay?” The middle-aged man’s expression shifted. Causing trouble on Yamaguchi-gumi turf was no laughing matter, so he immediately adopted a serious demeanor and asked the woman, “Where is that kid now?”
“He’s in booth number 21!” the woman said, pursing her lips.
“You few, come with me!” The middle-aged man called out to the four or five burly men in black nearby.
“Yes!”
“Hmph—!” Yang Yi let out a low sound, seemingly finding something greatly entertaining, murmuring to himself, “It seems that woman really is interesting. Perfect timing; this saves me quite a bit of effort.”
“Brother Yi, what is it?” Murong Lianxue asked, looking puzzled.
“Lianxue, don’t call me Brother Yi in a moment, okay? Call me Miyamoto Goro instead!” Yang Yi suddenly said, his smile taking on a strange, eerie quality.
“Ah—?” Murong Lianxue blinked, unable to process it immediately. She looked at him with confusion, then seemed to grasp something.
At that moment, a middle-aged man leading five men in black strode toward Yang Yi’s location. Trailing beside them was the woman who had just tried to seduce Yang Yi.
“Brother Kun, it’s him! He touched me just now, and he touched my…” The woman only trailed off, but anyone could understand what she was implying, especially the subject of the accusation, Yang Yi?
“Excuse me, brother… are you a Huaxia person?” The middle-aged man scrutinized Yang Yi for a moment before blurting out the question.
“Is there a matter?” Yang Yi remained entirely composed, taking another sip of his red wine while speaking in flawless Japanese.
The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this. He clearly couldn't confirm Yang Yi’s origins, as he spoke perfectly authentic Japanese. Though he couldn't know how Yang Yi had learned it, it sounded remarkably convincing.
“May I ask how this brother is addressed?” The middle-aged man inquired tentatively.
“Me?” Yang Yi set down his wine glass. “If you have no business, please carry on. I never give my name to strangers.”
“Brother Kun, stop wasting words with him. This kid…”
“Baka!” The middle-aged man cursed at the woman, glaring at her, then turned back to Yang Yi. “I don’t care who you are right now, but this is Yamaguchi-gumi territory, so I advise you to be sensible!”
“Sensible?” Yang Yi frowned, feigning confusion. “What does ‘sensible’ mean?”
The middle-aged man’s expression darkened; he was clearly angered. Moreover, he could see from Yang Yi’s demeanor that this man was actively seeking trouble. He dropped any pleasantries. “Here, it doesn’t matter if you slept with her or not—if you touch anyone, you pay. So—!”
Yang Yi curled his lip, suddenly standing up and erupting in a string of curses, “Baka! Do you know who I am to speak to me like that?”
“Hmph—who exactly are you?” The middle-aged man snorted. Hearing Yang Yi shout ‘Baka,’ his heart sank; he no longer viewed Yang Yi as a mere Huaxia person, instead sizing him up with a look of intense interest. “Now tell me who you are?”
“Who am I?” Yang Yi suddenly flashed a bizarre smile. He casually snatched the bottle of red wine, stepped forward in one stride, and smashed it down squarely onto the head of the middle-aged Japanese man. With a crisp ‘Crack!’ the wine bottle connected, shattering instantly. The crimson liquid flowed down, mixing with the blood spurting from the man’s head. “Baka! Your grandpa’s name is Miyamoto Goro! How dare your trash Yamaguchi-gumi provoke this young master?”
“Ah—!” The middle-aged man finally reacted, clutching his head and crying out in shock. Upon hearing Yang Yi declare himself Miyamoto Goro, his eyes visibly widened in shock before he roared, “Baka! It’s someone from the Miyamoto family! Get him!”