Sumitomo personally carried the luggage and smiled at Marin:

"You just treat this place as your own home, you're welcome, just tell James what you need, and he'll arrange everything."

"Of course I'm not going to be polite, otherwise I wouldn't be your friend, would you?" Marin smiled.

Sumitomo also smiled:

"You still know my mind best."

Marin learned from Sumitomo that the Sumitomo Foundation also has some businesses in North America, although not much, but the scale is not small, and compared with those businesses, the Sumitomo Foundation owns more real estate here, from an entire office building to an ordinary commercial shop.

Marin and the others arrived in Los Angeles at eight o'clock in the morning, so after arranging everyone's room, everyone also fell into jet lag.

James continued to be busy, arranging dinner for everyone.

As night falls, the lights come on.

In the brightly lit villa, James arranged a sumptuous dinner, salads, desserts, steaks, etc., which made everyone in Marin feast, especially Sun Xiang, who solved a salmon weighing more than ten pounds by himself, but scared James and the others a lot, and hurriedly let the kitchen make other dishes, so as to meet everyone's appetite.

"It's all because I didn't explain to you beforehand, my friend eats an unusually large amount of food, and eats the equivalent of five or six adult men at every meal." Marlin smiled at James.

Marin could see that James should have studied housekeeping in the UK, polite and thoughtful, and he was a gentleman himself, and Sun Xiang's food was really scary, which made Marin a little embarrassed.

"What does it matter?" Sumitomo laughed:

"Actually, what I hate the most is that kind of pretending etiquette, obviously I'm so hungry, but I have to cut it off piece by piece and eat it in small bites, it's awkward to death."

"Master Sumitomo" James smiled bitterly, for a housekeeper like him who pays attention to etiquette, it is really a headache for the master to dislike etiquette.

I also heard Sumitomo Yu say:

"Actually, I still prefer to eat Chinese food, there are much more patterns than French food, and the taste is good, I went to Xiangjiang on a business trip for two months last time, and my weight has increased by more than 20 pounds."

After eating, Marin, Hayashi Youcheng, and Sumitomo sat around the fireplace and drank tea.

Koizumi Yong was originally a man who dared to fight, but in this strange environment, he didn't dare to go around, and those servants did the work, and even served him like a young master, which made Koizumi Yong very uncomfortable.

Seeing his discomfort, Marin smiled mildly:

"Usually you're very tired, there are other servants here to be busy, this time we came to North America as a tourist vacation, let's take a good rest if there is nothing to do, in fact, it is also very good to let people serve."

Isamu Koizumi blushed all of a sudden, and said with a smile:

"I still feel like I'm doing my own thing, and I don't feel comfortable having nothing to do."

Marin smiled noncommittally, and Sumitomo asked:

"By the way, I haven't heard you say what you're doing in Los Angeles this time?"

Marin replied, "It's nothing, I'm just here to see someone."

"God is mysterious, I don't bother to ask you." Sumitomo looked at Marin, then lowered his head to look at his watch, and said:

"It's still early, why don't we go out and have fun?"

Marin and the others sat on the plane for more than ten hours, and after a day of jet lag at home, they heard Sumitomo's proposal and expressed their approval.

The Nightingale Club is a well-known entertainment venue in downtown Los Angeles, with several bewitching women dancing on the flashing LCD signboard and a blonde beauty dressed as Catwoman on the billboard at the door.

In front of the neon lights, Ma Liuer looked at Tomoo's mysterious appearance, and knew that this bar was probably not a serious entertainment venue.

Moreover, there are several burly men wearing sunglasses and holding scanners at the entrance of this club to check each guest's VIP card, and the security is very tight.

In addition, the men rushed in to guess what kind of service was provided.

Sumitomo led Marin and others to such an entertainment venue, and Marin said to Sumitomo:

"This club looks quite tall, the security is so tight, and these guests are either rich or expensive."

"Hehe, it's okay." Sumitomo said with a smile:

"Let's go in and see."

In this way, Marin and the others followed Sumitomo into this nightingale club.

As soon as he entered, Marin found that although the façade of this club was not large, it was very spacious, the size of two basketball courts, and the lights were colorful and dim at the same time, and the air was filled with deafening music.

The tables in the hall were crowded with people, all of whom were men, almost everyone with a glass of wine in their hands.

And what made Marin couldn't help but look at it was that the waiters were all women, and everyone was wearing a black one-piece leather jacket, with a pair of small wings on their backs, and the most striking thing was that the leather clothes on the chests of these waiters only covered their arms and sides, but they saw that the breasts were completely exposed, and they trembled when they walked, which could make the blood of the male guests present boil.

However, these waitresses did not look uncomfortable in the slightest, like ordinary waiters carrying delicious food and wine between the tables, and the guests were indiscriminate and frivolous on them, and they only laughed and avoided them, without showing a trace of disgust. The more daring waitress even sat on the lap of the male guests and exchanged ** with them.

At the same time, in front of the hall there is a spacious stage on which a group of delicate female dancers are dancing poles.

And this group of beautiful women with good figures and first-class looks jumped the less clothes on their bodies, and their graceful posture made the men and beasts in the audience boil, and roared excitedly:

"Take off, take off, take off!"

"Hahahaha, strip me naked!"

"Turn around, jump a few times, chick, isn't it just money..."

The energetic men stared at the dancers with blazing eyes, and threw banknotes on the stage, causing a rain of money on the stage.

All in all, in the Nightingale Club, the smell of wine, perfume, and sweat are mixed together, and the singing, laughter, and roaring are all in one, and the whole environment seems a little chaotic, but it makes people feel a kind of impulse to burst out in the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at all this in the Nightingale Club, Marin seemed to see North America in miniature.

Sun Xiang was not affected by this scene, his eyes were more focused on those delicacies, and Koizumi Yong was not good, although he had received very strict military training and had killed many people, and his heart was determined.

But suddenly seeing these hot waitresses scratching their heads with their boots, they couldn't help but be stunned, their faces turned red, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and didn't dare to look more.

Sumitomo's eyes had long been attracted by the exposed waiters around him and the female dancers on stage, and his face was full of excitement, just like the other indulgent male guests.

However, Marin also understands that Sumitomo is just using this way to dilute his thoughts about that woman.

And Lin Youcheng looked at these boredly, even a little bored, and in a blink of an eye, Sumitomo and the others sat down in front of one of the empty tables, and immediately a waiter came over, and the pair of proud peaks on his chest swayed in front of several people. I only heard her smile and asked:

"Distinguished guests, do you want something to drink?"

"A bottle of whiskey." Sumitomo laughed and handed her a stack of bills.

"Yes, sir, please wait a minute." The waitress went to prepare the drinks for them as she spoke, and turned around to deliberately cast a charming look at Sumitomo.