Chapter 83 Battle of the Black Tengu Gigolo Club
June 6, 22:12 Japan time, Shinjuku district.

The dark green JR train kicked up the raindrops along the way and stopped at the platform of Shinjuku Station. Ke Mingye and his group got off the train and walked for a while before arriving at the streets of Kabukicho.

It happened to be a gloomy and rainy day when we arrived, but this city that never sleeps was still brightly lit and colorful.

Amid the pouring rain, a constant stream of people still shuttled between shopping malls, izakayas and maid cafes, holding umbrellas. Dazzling electronic signs were hung high in the sky in rows, spreading a hazy neon glow in the rain.

There was also a girl dressed as a cat girl standing outside the maid cafe. She was holding a sign with Japanese writing in her hand and shouting slogans to passers-by.

"Are there really maids soliciting customers on the street?" Orange Peel raised his eyebrows.

"This is Japan, do you understand?" Qingmeng said.

"It seems that Japan in every parallel world is the same." Fanquan said.

"Let's stop savoring the second dimension."

Ke Mingye walked while looking up at the sky.

The huge screen on the surface of the high-rise building was playing the latest instant coffee advertisement - the magical girl Kunou Sakura, wearing an ochre-red kimono, walked towards the camera from a distance, waving a katana. The blade turned into thin cherry blossoms floating in the sky. She walked slowly, sat among the flowers, plants and trees, and quietly sipped her coffee, with a faint smile in the corner of her eyes.

The girl's temperament is like a newly opened Somei Yoshino cherry tree, with a light pink color that is almost white, which makes passers-by stop and look up at the screen.

Novel and fashionable pop music was floating in the air. I heard that the lead singer of this song was a very famous idol group in Japan - "The God-Teacher Yamata-no-Orochi" and "The God-Teacher Ebisu-gami".

The former's voice is hoarse and magnetic like a snake's hiss, which is very recognizable; the latter's voice is sweet and cunning, like the little daughter of a landlord in ancient times.

The rich aroma coming from the famous Ichiran Ramen restaurant, mixed with the damp smell of rain, stimulates the taste buds of every passerby.

At the entrance of a knife model shop is a portrait of the Japanese superhero "Himekaze Samurai". It is said that this is a superhero who claims to be able to manipulate ghost hands and use six knives to fight at the same time.

Mannequins are placed on the display cabinets in the mall, wearing either magical girl Cosplay costumes or superhero uniforms. Looking into the store through the display cabinets, there are various kinds of magical girl and superhero figures placed in the glass cabinets.

One can even see the figure of the magical girl Ashes, which makes Ke Mingye feel a sense of dislocation as if he has come to a foreign country and his sister is still accompanying him in another form.

The puddles on the road reflected the glazed blue neon lights, and also reflected the figures of four people.

They bought raincoats on the way here, and walked in the brightly lit Kabukicho with them on. Their figures were as thin as paper silhouettes and could be drowned out by the overwhelming electronic signs at any time.

Soon, Ke Mingye followed Fanquan and stopped in front of a gigolo club with a sign that read "Kurotengu", which literally means "Black Tengu" gigolo club.

Judging from the sign posted on the door, this gigolo club had not opened at noon and officially opened at 7 o'clock in the evening.

Fan Quan took off the hood of his raincoat, pushed the door open and walked in.

The four of them walked to the bar, only to see a red-haired man in a bartender's uniform standing behind the bar, wiping glasses with his head down, looking up at them quietly.

"Our store hasn't opened yet." The red-haired man forced a smile.

Fanquan said in fluent Japanese: "I'm looking for someone."

As he spoke, he took out a photo of a man wearing a bartender's uniform, with blond shoulder-length hair and sunglasses.

"Say the words 'number one gigolo' and 'player' to him and he'll know what I mean."

Anti-Dog reached out and pushed the photo forward on the bar, adding in passing.

Ke Mingye looked at this scene and recalled the anti-dog statement.

The hacker with the ID "Cai Bing" noticed a high-ranking player named "No. 1 Gigolo" when browsing the player rankings, which aroused her interest. Out of curiosity, she started to investigate local gigolo clubs in Tokyo and successfully hacked into the surveillance system of this "Black Tengu" gigolo shop.

She soon discovered that "Black Tengu" was not just a place of business, but also a base for an anti-superhuman organization.

And she was very sure that the player named "No. 1 Gigolo" was most likely hiding in this gigolo club.

Players know players best. Cai Bing gradually locked on a suspicious person: "Masakazu Yamamoto" by observing whether anyone in the surveillance footage showed some subtle behaviors, such as browsing the mall and adding skill points, as well as the changes in the number of kills of the "number one gigolo".

Yamamoto Masakazu's action pattern is highly consistent with the dynamics of the "No. 1 Gigolo" on the leaderboard. Every time he disappears from monitoring, it coincides with an increase in the number of kills of this player on the leaderboard.

And every time this happens, it is also the time for the Black Tengu Club to take action. They usually either target the superhuman guests who are consuming entertainment in Kabukicho, or they will target the superheroes passing by.

At this moment, the red-haired man behind the bar picked up the photo, took a look at the man in the photo, then looked up at Fanquan, smiled and said, "Sir, there is no such person in our club. Did you find the wrong place?"

"There's nothing wrong here." Fanquan said calmly.

Ke Mingye took off his raincoat and looked around silently. He could see the cowherds whose headshots were framed on the gold-wire walls, the cowherds who were wiping the windows, and the cowherds who were cleaning the floor. They all looked at him with unfriendly expressions.

"They don't seem to welcome us very much," he said in Chinese.

"Indeed." Qingmeng said.

"Are you going to fight with us?" asked Orange Peel.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two gigolos at the door silently closed the door of the club.

At the same time, the gigolo who was wiping the wine glasses, cleaning the floor, and replacing the murals in the bar turned around at the same time, pulled out a pistol from somewhere, raised the muzzle, and pointed it at the heads of the four people.

Ke Mingye stood expressionlessly at the front of the group, his hands in his raincoat pockets. He remained unmoved, the rain dripping down from the bottom of his raincoat soaking his trouser legs.

Fanquan silently stepped back and came to the side of Qingmeng and Juzipi.

Orange peel was well prepared. In his right hand, a wild knife made of waves appeared. There seemed to be a dragon's roar echoing under the water. At the moment when the index fingers pulled the trigger, the wave knife turned into a waterfall-like wave that swept across, instantly covering the figures of the three people and covering the overwhelming barrage of bullets.

The high-speed spinning bullet hit the waves, like a stone sinking into the sea, and all the impact and kinetic energy were buffered completely in an instant.

Like a baby in a cradle, nearly a hundred bullets swayed softly back and forth in the web woven by the waves.

At the same time, Ke Mingye's figure bounced around the store like a flash of lightning, sometimes appearing on the sofa, sometimes appearing on the chandelier on the ceiling, almost perfectly avoiding the whistling rain of bullets that swept across.

The puppet's lithe body, coupled with the physical fitness of an E-class superhuman, allows him to move incredibly fast, far exceeding the limits of human flesh.

No matter how fierce the store clerks' gunfire was, they were only human after all. The naked eye could not capture Ke Mingye's speed, and their shooting speed would always be a beat slower.

While dodging the gunfire, Ke Mingye lowered his right hand and shot spider silk at the shop assistants.

In a flash, spider silk with blazing white webs shot into the air. In just a few seconds, nearly fifteen gigolos were disarmed. The guns in their hands were either stuck to the ground, to the wall, or to the sofa by the spider webs.

What's worse, the muzzle of the gun was blocked by a spider web, and it exploded, breaking one's hand.

Outside the club, pedestrians on the street walked through the rain holding umbrellas. Sharp gunshots continued to be heard from the Black Tengu Club, but were drowned out by the sound of the drizzling rain and the noisy music and advertisements.

Finally, as the round of firepower ended, the gigolo shop fell into a brief silence. Most of the gigolos were disarmed by the spider web, and the others knew that it was useless to shoot at him, so they stopped shooting.

All the cowherds found a cover and stuck their heads out to observe the situation outside.

Someone was changing the magazine with a "click-clack" sound, but a spider web shot by Ke Mingye stuck his arm and the gun to the ground.

He struggled with all his strength, but the spider web didn't budge.

Ke Mingye grabbed the spider silk stuck to the chandelier with his right hand, and hung upside down below the ceiling. He looked around slowly, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"I'm the bodyguard of these three people. For my sake, can we please not use knives or guns? That's so uncivilized, isn't it?"

He paused, sighed impatiently, and changed his statement to a more straightforward one.

"Well, what I mean is, if you don't give me face, then I will kill all of you idiots, understand?"

The cowherds stood there in a daze, completely silent.

They didn't understand what Ke Mingye was saying, but they were all shocked by the calmness in his tone. Was this the expression of someone who had just survived a hail of bullets?

Ke Mingye suddenly realized what was going on and remembered that they didn't understand Chinese, so he turned to look at Fanquan.

"Cultivated people, please translate it."

Behind the tidal wave curtain formed by Orange Peel's wave sword, Fanquan said in Japanese: "He said he was offended. In fact, he had no intention of opposing you, but it was really impolite for you to shoot at him when you disagreed with him."

Seeing that Anti-Dog had started to translate, Ke Mingye glanced at the mist pouring into the room from a pipe in the corner of the ceiling, and said, "Also, don't worry about your damn suppression spray. We are not superpowers, let alone mutants."

Anti-Dog translated his words and said in Japanese: "Suppressants are useless to us. We are not superhumans."

"Tell that yellow-haired guy in the photo to get out of here right away, or I'll smash this store up."

As Ke Mingye spoke, he shot a spider silk towards the photo of the "number one gigolo" on the bar counter, pulled it in his hand, and then his body turned upside down in the air so that all the gigolos in the audience could see the photo clearly.

Fanquan said in Japanese: "We are just looking for someone. We have shown you the photo. If you really can't see him, then we will leave first."

The two of them sang in unison, causing the gigolos in the club to look at each other in bewilderment, and the sound of their chatter could be heard in every corner.

"If they are not superhumans, then why do they have this ability?"

"Is it a spiritual master? Genetic inhibitors and ability inhibitors have no effect on spiritual masters."

"Anyway, let's call the deputy store manager out first. That guy is so weird."

As they were whispering, a tall, thin young man wearing a bartender's uniform, shoulder-length blond hair, and sunglasses slowly walked out from behind the bar with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I need to talk to them alone. You guys clean up the broken glasses and replace the torn wallpaper. Return the bar to its original state within a day. Rest for tonight."

The blond young man spoke in an orderly manner, picking up the cigarette in his mouth and puffing out smoke.

Upon hearing this, the other gigolos in the club put away their guns, stood up from behind their cover, and went about their business, as if nothing had happened, and the entire bar continued to operate.

"Isn't that enough..."

As Ke Mingye said this, he let go of the spider silk, flipped over and fell from the ceiling, stepping on the floor of the club.

The sword in Juzipi's hand did not disintegrate. He was worried that the gigolos would suddenly change their minds, so he protected Fanquan and Qingmeng and walked towards the yellow-haired man.

The four followed the yellow-haired man into a private room in the club.

The blond man turned on the light, sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked up at them.

"Tell me, how did you find me?"

　Please give me a monthly ticket, thank you meow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)