Chapter 84 Those who stayed behind, cooperation application

In the private room of the gigolo club, Ke Mingye stood in the corner with an expressionless face, acting like a bodyguard, and played Snake on his spare mobile phone with his head down.

Fanquan sat opposite the number one gigolo and recounted in Japanese how his hacker friend had found him.

"Really..." The number one gigolo hissed a puff of cigarette and responded calmly, "It seems that I was not careful enough, so your people found the flaw. So what do you want?"

"Before you answer, I have a question." Anti-Dog said.

"what is the problem?"

"Does the organization know that you are a player?"

"Of course I know. Likewise, I will introduce you to them." said the number one gigolo.

Anti-dog continued to ask: "Won't there be a sense of rejection? After all, players and superhumans are similar in nature."

"After carrying out several operations with them, they basically accepted my existence."

Anti-Dog nodded: "Okay, let's continue with the previous topic. We are here to make friends with you."

"Why did you come to me specifically?"

"You were born inside an anti-superhuman organization, and you are the deputy leader of a branch of the organization. Your importance is self-evident." Anti-Dog said slowly, "We are a team of players, and our stance is completely consistent with yours. Making friends with us will be helpful to you and the anti-superhuman organization behind you."

"What if I say no?"

The number one gigolo asked in a muffled voice, cigarette in his mouth.

"You can refuse, but I will come again in the future." Fanquan said expressionlessly, "I hope you can judge the current situation clearly. You know nothing about us, and we not only know the details of your organization, but also your identity. If your identity is exposed to the Japanese Super Hero Association branch, then..."

The top gigolo interrupted him and said, "It seems that you don't give me much choice. Let me introduce you and your three friends. I will take you to meet the leader of the Tokyo branch of the Tengu Front someday. Black Tengu is just a small branch. The main network of the organization is in Roppongi, Tokyo's Minato District."

Fanquan began to introduce them one by one. He pointed at Ke Mingye: "Spider man." Then he pointed at Qingmeng: "Punk girl." Finally, he pointed at Orange Peel: "This one is called Orange Peel. She can be a gigolo here. I have thought of a stage name. It's called 'Rotten orange', which means rotten orange. Doesn't it sound like a gigolo?"

"Is his background an orphan?"

The number one cowherd asked thoughtfully, wondering how come this guy called Anti-Dog sold out his teammates so quickly, and whether there was some trick involved.

Fanquan shook his head. "No, but in this world, no one will care about a missing ordinary college student. He will stay here as a member of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs to show our sincerity. If you need to play a dungeon or perform a mission on the 'Tengu Front', or if the gigolo club is short of manpower, you can bring him along."

He paused. "But you have to prepare an identity for him and put on proper makeup for him, so that he won't be recognized by tourists from China. If the next day there's a scandal about a missing Chinese college student being found working as a gigolo in Kabukicho, Japan, that won't be good for your situation."

"Don't worry about this. It's very easy to hide one's identity." said the number one gigolo.

"what are you guys saying?"

Orange peel scratched his cheek and smiled warmly.

He didn't understand Japanese, but he always felt that the two people's reactions were strange. They looked at him from time to time, as if he was being betrayed.

"Nothing." Anti-dog said.

In the previous conversation, he has revealed that they have a top hacker on their side. The number one gigolo will definitely be on guard in the future. It is impossible for Cai Bing to control their movements through the surveillance footage so easily.

Therefore, the Anti-Tengu team needs someone to stay in this anti-superhuman organization called the "Tengu Front" to observe their every move. Otherwise, just by communicating with the number one gigolo through the friend panel, there is no way to tell whether the information he provides is true or false.

Only Orange Peel met this requirement, so he had to go up.

The top gigolo continued to ask: "Will you stay here for the time being?"

"No, we might come here once a week, or sometimes longer. So let's add each other as friends and keep in touch." Fanquan said, sending a friend request to the number one gigolo.

The top gigolo took a puff of his cigarette, agreed to his friend request, then looked up at Orange Peel and asked, "Has this Orange Peel ever worked in a bar before?"

"should not."

"Then we need to train him well." The number one gigolo said, taking a look at Orange Peel's handsome face. "He has good physical qualities and is a good material for being a gigolo."

Ke Mingye was confused when he heard this, and turned his head and said, "Cultivated people, your colonel language is red bean paste Si Gou Yi."

Fanquan came up to him and repeated in his ear the conversation he had just had with the number one gigolo.

"Oh my god, you are really not a human being."

Ke Mingye took a deep breath and looked at Orange Peel with sympathy.

Orange Peel narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Uh, if you don't understand, just ask, what is the current development, why are you all looking at me?"

Fanquan ignored him and asked Ke Mingye, "Do you have any objection?" "I have no objection."

"What about you?" Fan Quan looked at Qing Meng again.

Qing Meng spread his hands and said, "Why are you asking me about men's affairs? Do you want me to dress up as a man and be a gigolo?"

Upon hearing this, Fanquan walked to the left side of Orange Peel, took a deep breath, and put his arm around his left shoulder with a serious face; Ke Mingye also walked to his right side with a serious face and put his arm around his right shoulder tightly.

The two of them talked back and forth, attacking both ears at the same time, repeating to Orange Peel like a crosstalk the contract they had just reached with the number one gigolo.

Orange Peel was smiling at first, but then he gradually realized that something was wrong and the smile on his face became stiff.

"Wait, but I don't speak Japanese." He quickly made an excuse.

Fanquan comforted him, "The Japanese you learned from anime is enough. You can learn the rest slowly. The 50-character kana is very simple. Japanese is a relatively easy language to learn."

Ke Mingye patted his shoulder and said, "Believe me, Brother Orange Peel, with your handsome face, you will be the top gigolo of the Black Tengu Club in half a year."

"This is a good idea." Anti-Dog said, "Even if we fail to successfully exterminate superhumans in a year, at least in such a flowery environment, you have seen all kinds of women, so this trip is not a loss."

Orange peel covered his face and sighed: "Okay... I'll try my best."

"Have you discussed it?" asked the number one gigolo.

Anti-Dog said: "He is the only one left on your side. I hope you won't put him aside and try to integrate him into your organization."

The top gigolo shrugged: "You still have the evidence against me, so what else can I say? I can only try my best to comply with your request."

"So... do you really think of yourself as a gigolo?" Fanquan asked.

The top gigolo gave him a puzzled look and said slowly, "Aren't you affected by the memories in your brain? During this period of time, I often couldn't tell who I was."

"It's OK, just like that."

Anti-Dog skipped the topic and continued to ask: "How many players are there in the city of Tokyo?"

"Including me, there are three in total." The number one gigolo said, "We can set a time to meet again, and I will bring the two of them with me. I was originally thinking about how to contact other players in the world, and I didn't expect you to come to me in such a bold way. It saves me a lot of trouble."

"That's perfect." Fanquan said without hesitation, "Leaving the orange peel here will help you gain some strength. Otherwise, there are only three of you and it will be hard to fight in the dungeon."

"Aren't there only three of you now?"

"We have our own way." Fanquan replied.

He thought that when the smuggling boat arrives in Huanjing tomorrow, there will be two more players in Huanjing. Of course, one of the players seems to have a problem with his brain, so whether he can become a combat force remains to be seen. We have to observe for a while before we can make a conclusion.

"That's it, I should get back to work." The top gigolo groaned and slowly got up from the sofa. "Thanks to you guys, the whole bar has to be renovated today."

"Goodbye."

Fanquan glanced at him and walked out of the box with the other three.

"How am I doing as a bodyguard?" Ke Mingye asked casually after putting away his phone.

"Very convincing," Fanquan commented calmly.

Orange Peel turned his head to look at them and asked worriedly, "So, if I stay here, they won't shoot me?"

Ke Mingye comforted him, "It's okay. If something like that really happens, we will definitely come back to collect your body and blow them all up while we're at it."

"It's a good thing that you're here. Follow the Anti-Superhuman Organization to kill enemies. Your growth rate is much faster than other players, and it's safer."

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses and folded the book under his arm.

"Okay, bye then." Orange Peel stopped and smiled.

"FD."

"Don't die."

"come on."

The three of them exchanged a few words of greeting and walked out of the Black Tengu Gigolo Club. Orange Peel stopped inside the store and watched their backs go away and be drowned in the drizzling rain.

　Please give me a monthly ticket, thank you meow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)