Time goes back to a day ago, in Tokyo, in the most expensive skyscraper in Ginza, Sakurako, the mother of the 25-year-old top club "Wafuran", is looking down on the bustling city below.

This is one of Sakurako's many properties in Tokyo, and as the most successful female publicist in Ginza, Sakurako's story is a legend in Ginza. When she was 20 years old, Sakurako, who was still an English student at Tokyo University, stepped into the world of Ginza female public relations for the first time because of debt problems. After that, it took only a year for Sakurako to have her first high-end club, Wafuran, in Ginza. The hardships involved in this are absolutely unimaginable to ordinary people.

Unlike most of the female publicists who hang out in Ginza, Sakurako has always adhered to her principles. Never going out with guests, just relying on personal temperament and extraordinary conversation, as well as the language talent of proficient in 12 Chinese, is enough to make those guests who spend a lot of money flock to Sakurako. Men are cheap, sometimes the more you can't get the better, and Sakura, who is familiar with this truth, plays with those men between applause, and has never missed.

But this time, Sakurako is really in big trouble. Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom abruptly stopping, Sakurako couldn't help but frown her brow. Looking at the delicate face reflected in the glass of the skyscraper, Sakurako reluctantly made a difficult decision.

"Hey, why are you still like this, hurry up and take a shower! I don't want to waste such a rare opportunity!" a fierce-looking man came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, his hands still wiping his wet hair with a towel. The man's bare skin was almost entirely covered in tattoos, and from the missing little finger of his right hand, the guy was supposed to be an important member of a gang.

"Mr. Mukaijima, if I pay you a large sum of money, can you leave my house now?" Sakurako still didn't turn around. She closed her eyes and pleaded with Kenji Shima for the last time to Kenji Shima, the young owner of the Mukaijima group, the most powerful yakuza organization in the Ginza area.

"Huh, you want to pay me, although I love money too, and no amount of money can make me give up your ......"

Kenji Mukaishima walked behind Sakurako step by step, he stood behind Sakurako, looked Sakurako's graceful figure up and down, even if he was wearing a thick Chanel custom coat, he could still see the beautiful curves of Sakurako's body. Kenji Mukaishima couldn't help but lean up and sniff Sakurako's hair deeply, the hair was mixed with a unique fragrance of a woman, and Kenji Mukaishima felt that his heart was about to jump out.

He couldn't wait any longer, and Mukaijima, who was aroused by Sakurako's primitive male desire, took Sakurako in his arms, and he stubbornly pressed against Sakurako's plump buttocks through his clothes, and his two hands kept roaming Sakurako's sensitive parts, and his mouth made a beastly gasping sound.

Two lines of clear tears slipped from the corners of Sakurako's eyes, and Mukaishima noticed Sakurako's tears, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick the fallen teardrops, and then his hands began to rudely tear Sakurako's clothes.

Just when Mukaijima was extremely intoxicated, suddenly a cold thing picked up the guide's bathrobe and pressed against the guide's chest.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Sakurako took a deep breath, trying to control her anger at the humiliation. The gun in Sakurako's hand was taken out of the leather bag that Mukaijima was carrying when she was going to take a shower just now.

Mukaishima involuntarily took a step back, but just glanced at the gun in Sakurako's hand and laughed maliciously.

"Hey, Mom San, I just found a little feeling, and I was lost by you like this, can't you honestly let me be your first man?"

"Don't come here, I'm really going to shoot!" Sakurako pointed a gun at Mukaijima in horror, but she still hoped that Mukaijima would retreat and get out of her apartment.

"Shoot, aren't you afraid that the sound of gunfire will attract people's attention? If I am killed, you will be in prison, is it really good that such a beautiful beauty is still in prison?"

Mukaishima still looked at Sakurako unrelentingly, and while he comforted Sakurako with words, he was waiting for an opportunity to take the gun from Sakurako's hand.

Sakurako warily pointed the gun at Mukaijima, and slowly turned to the sofa by the window as Mukaijima moved, Sakurako glanced at the pillow on the sofa, and then she picked up the pillow with one hand, blocking the muzzle of the gun.

"Ah......h

"Boom!"

After a muffled sound, goose feathers flew in front of Sakurako. I saw a trace of fire splashing on the stairs far away from the room, and Xiang Dao, who instinctively dodged and dodged, finally came back to his senses, he checked his body in horror, and then found that he was not injured, and immediately became angry.

"You stinky bitch who doesn't know how to lift!"

Mukaishima was furious, and angrily pounced on Sakurako, trying to snatch the gun from Sakurako's hand while Sakurako was in shock. Sakurako and Mukaijima soon fought each other.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out, and a stream of blood sprayed on the woolen carpet in front of the bed. The vicious Mukaishima slowly collapsed on the white carpet as if his soul had been suddenly drained.

The frightened Sakurako gasped for breath, her face and body were covered with blood, looking at Mukaijima who fell to the ground, Sakurako helplessly and frightened threw the gun in her hand aside.

What should I do? I actually killed someone? What should I do now?

Just when Sakurako was frightened and dazed, the sound of the phone suddenly came from the room, Sakurako was startled by the sudden sound of the phone, she followed the sound and slowly found the phone, but found that it was her friend, Erika, who was also a female public relations officer in Ginza, called.

"Mom, are you home?"

"In ...... Ah, no...... No!" Sakurako said, a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, Mom-san, have you forgotten? Didn't we say that we were going to take a plane early tomorrow morning to go to Aomori for a skiing vacation, and then fly to Korea? I also want to stay at your house tonight, and we can leave together tomorrow!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm stumbling over something right now, and I really can't get out, so let's do it, Eri-chan, I have a private room at the nearby Prince Hotel, you can stay first, and I'll look for you tomorrow morning." Just put my name on the front desk, by the way, are you wearing the Chanel trench coat I bought with you yesterday?" Sakurako asked suddenly.

"Of course, didn't we say yes? People say that we have sisters, and of course good sisters should wear the same style......"

"Eri-chan, see you tomorrow!" Sakurako's mouth showed a smug smile.

"Below...... As long as the police don't find the body!" Sakurako said to herself secretly.