Chapter 636
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Chapter 636: The Preferences of the Chief Leader
“Qianyu, how old are you this year? How did you get so good-looking~”
“Qianyu, let’s have another drink together!”
“Burp, Qianyu, I heard you’re particularly good at solving psychological problems. I’ve been having some issues in that area lately…”
“Come on! Drink! Open two more bottles of champagne for our Qianyu!!”
“……”
On the second floor of the Heimu Tong Club, under the bluish-purple glow, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol. Lin Qiye, Yu Gong Qinghui, and Xiao Jin were surrounded by guests, while many others waited nearby, clutching numbers in anticipation.
Originally, the hostesses knew there was no point in taking a number; they understood that they might not get to see Qianyu or Yu Gong tonight. But even if they could only wait outside the private room, just catching a glimpse of the two would make the wait worthwhile.
At worst, they could come early tomorrow and spend more money; they were more than willing.
Inside the private room, Lin Qiye held his wine glass, calmly surveying the guests who had drunk themselves into a stupor, their faces filled with satisfaction. He stood up and pushed open the door.
“Next batch,” he said flatly.
His tone didn’t sound like that of a host who had just downed a few bottles of alcohol; it was more akin to a surgeon who had just completed an operation, ready to begin the next round of “psychological counseling.”
Lin Qiye didn’t have time to wake each of the guests individually; his schedule was busy. He simply stepped into the adjacent private room, and a wave of female cheers erupted from within…
By around four in the morning, the Heimu Tong Club officially closed for the night.
After a long night of work, Doctor Qianyu changed into more comfortable clothes and used the excuse of going out for drinks with Yu Gong Qinghui to leave the establishment, quickly splitting up to investigate the plans of the Hanchuan family.
The night before dawn was cold and damp; the streets were completely devoid of pedestrians, shrouded in a thin layer of mist that veiled the neon signs lining the streets.
Lin Qiye, dressed in a black trench coat, avoided the surveillance cameras on the road and swiftly navigated between buildings, his mental energy sweeping broadly around him.
Suddenly, Lin Qiye seemed to sense something and stopped on the rooftop of a low building.
He turned to look at the neon-lit street, where several wanted posters were silently scrolling across the large screen at the intersection, obscured by the mist.
“Criminal: Yu Gong Qinghui, [Ghost] level wanted, reward 10,000,000 yen, witness report reward 1,000,000 yen…”
“Criminal: Hirakawa Takashi, [Yasha] level wanted, reward 100,000 yen, witness report reward 30,000 yen…”
“Criminal: Hanchuan Shi, [Ghost] level wanted, reward 10,000,000 yen, witness report reward 1,000,000 yen…”
“Criminal: Fierce Ape, [Hunting Sparrow] level wanted, reward 6,000,000 yen, witness report reward 100,000 yen…”
As the screen rolled to the last wanted poster, a figure wearing a menacing Sun Wukong mask appeared in Lin Qiye’s line of sight, set against the backdrop of the blazing Yamasaki Bridge. He was holding two black boxes, tilting his head back toward the Yodogawa River.
He’s on the wanted list too?
Lin Qiye paused for a moment, deep in thought.
From this wanted poster, it was just as he had suspected; the [Pure Land] organization would not share information with the Japanese police. After all, back in Yokohama, the white-robed oracle had recorded his true appearance, yet this so-called “Fierce Ape” was merely a masked figure…
The Japanese police had no idea about his identity as an intruder; to them, he was just a terrorist who had blown up a dozen cars on the bridge.
If [Pure Land] wanted to find him, wouldn’t it be more effective to hand over his appearance to the Japanese police? Why didn’t they do that?
Was it because they believed the Japanese police wouldn’t be able to find him, making it unnecessary to inform them? Or was it that [Pure Land] didn’t want to expose the existence of intruders to the human world?
As Lin Qiye pondered, he continued to search the surroundings with his mental energy, his figure disappearing into the mist.
…
Osaka.
Heisha Group Building.
Asakura Ken sat at a low table with a furrowed brow, absentmindedly holding a teacup. The tea had long gone cold, but he remained oblivious, lost in thought.
“Boss,” a young man from the underworld approached him respectfully.
“How’s the investigation into the Hanchuan family’s plans going?” Asakura Ken asked, glancing at him.
“We’ve mobilized all our manpower and have been searching day and night for two days. We’ve gathered most of the information; by tonight at the latest, we should have the complete plan.”
Asakura Ken nodded slightly.
This progress was a bit faster than he had anticipated, but under the pressure from the big boss, the entire Heisha Group’s members in Osaka had indeed performed exceptionally. Such efficiency had never been seen before.
Truly worthy of the big boss…
Thinking of Shen Qingzhu’s gaze, Asakura Ken felt a headache coming on.
“Boss, what’s wrong? You don’t seem very happy,” the young man asked, puzzled.
Asakura Ken sighed deeply. “In the past few days, I’ve brought six or seven batches of women for the big boss—tall, short, fat, thin, young, mature—I’ve shown him all of them, but every time he just curses and leaves them all aside…
I really can’t figure out this big boss at all.”
“Boss, maybe the big boss simply doesn’t want women? Someone like him might always be preoccupied with the future of our Yamamoto group. Why do you insist on pushing women on him?”
“What do you know?” Asakura Ken shot him a glare. “This is Osaka, our Yamamoto group’s territory. The big boss personally came to relieve our worries. If we don’t treat him well, how can we show our faces in the Heisha Group? The other executives will be talking behind our backs!”
“I see,” the young man said, enlightened.
“This big boss’s preferences are really hard to guess…” Asakura Ken sighed again. “What kind of woman do you think he actually likes?”
The young man pondered for a long time, as if he had thought of something. He leaned closer to Asakura Ken and whispered:
“Boss, do you think it’s possible…
That the big boss might not like women?”
Asakura Ken was taken aback, and it took him a while to react, surprise flashing in his eyes.
“You mean, the big boss might like men… cough cough.” Asakura Ken awkwardly cleared his throat, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought seriously. “That does seem to be the only possibility.
If that’s the case, it wouldn’t be surprising that our previous attempts to push women on him would annoy him.
So, to treat the big boss well, we need to take him to find men…
But where do we find them?”
