In Tokyo, each region has its own unique characteristics.

For example, Akihabara in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

Electronics stores, model toy stores, anime stores, and cafes with various themes are popular, so many of the people who frequent Akihabara are ACGN anime fans.

Shinjuku is best known for its most lively and chaotic traditional shopping district, commonly known as the Red Light District - Kabukicho.

There are about 3,000 bars, clubs, hostels and other entertainment venues of all sizes and styles, and it is not only for heterosexuals, but also for Ni-chome, which is famous for being a famous gay center in Asia.

Because this is a place where the protection money is abundant, the local gang cadres will consciously maintain a certain order.

Of course, these are not important, what matters is that after a busy day, the office workers who want to have fun are the place to be.

It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman, you'll always find what you're interested in.

Takamahara nightclub.

When night falls, countless women flock here.

Countless men and women swayed on the dance floor, and the ground shook rhythmically.

It is a grand masquerade ball, where the women wear short skirts and stilettos, and their faces are delicately masked with ornate sequins or peacock feathers.

And their dance partners are all young men, either feminine and handsome or masculine and rough, and most of them are star-level beautiful men.

It's the clothing style of these beautiful men that makes some people feel unbearable to look at directly.

There are those who wear earrings and vacuum suits, those who wear suspender shorts with bare shoulders and backs, and even those who are two hundred pounds strong men wearing tight miniskirts.

At a glance, there are only two words, spicy eyes!

But that's what the women on the dance floor do.

"It is said that women can be sexy, but who says that men can't be sexy?

What men can enjoy, we women can enjoy too! ”

These few words came from a female acquaintance of Takamagahara.

Under the bewitching dance of the fat man, the atmosphere on the dance floor is even more lively, and everyone drinks glass after glass of wine.

Drunken women put their arms around drunken men, and women spill wine on their male partners' necklines, showing the temptation of wetting their bodies.

This is the essence of Takamahara Nightclub, a well-known cowherd shop that only serves women!

“BasaraKing！”

A man in a bright purple skinny suit, a leopard-print shirt that unbuttoned the mikasa and exposed all the grooves of his pectoral muscles appeared.

A young woman in a little black dress jumped up on the deck and twisted her waist to the man's side and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you, dear lady."

Caesar took the champagne she handed him and drank it down, then handed his cigar to the other person and sent it away.

The woman, on the other hand, looked at the red marks on the cigar as if she had been caught in the first place.

Apparently, it was a cigar stained with the rosy lipstick on Caesar's mouth, embellished with shiny gold leaf.

"No matter how many times I see the boss, you are handsome in the face of women, I can't help but be impressed by you in my heart!"

A flattering voice suddenly came from behind Caesar.

With a slight squint, Caesar knew who was coming to pat his ass.

This person is wearing similar clothes to himself, but the other party looks more coquettish compared to his extravagant dress.

Not to mention the transparent shirt with a large open chest, the rhinestone stud earrings and rhinestone rings alone are the host of a midnight erotic show.

Not only that, but he actually put on makeup.

The iron-gray hair hung down to block one eye, and the other eye was painted with purple-black eyeliner.

Fingal, a long-time repeater at the Kassel Academy, is the only man to create a new lower limit for the half-race hierarchy.

At the Takamagahara nightclub, his nickname is Heracles, which can be translated as Hercules, the ancient Greek god of power.

When ordinary people hear this name, they should assume that the other party is a great man like Hercules.

Of course, Fingal didn't think much of it, he only chose the name so that when a woman heard the name, she would imagine him as a muscular man.

In fact, his strategy was correct, and the female guests did know that he was a muscular man as soon as they heard his name.

But contrary to expectations, because of his coquettish personality, he, a muscular man, did not become the imaginary steel man, but became a funny character in the cowherd, similar to the funny artist among Japanese artists.

Just look at his pink rabbit ears.

"Heracles, how many times have I said, don't call me by my name outside, don't call me Boss, you should call me by my flower name, BasaraKing!"

Looking at Fingal's flattering smile, Caesar said helplessly.

"Yes, King of Bhasara!" Fingal stood in front of him.

"When was Chu Zihang's performance, do you remember?"

Ignoring Fingal's indecency, Caesar simply asked as he greeted the women along the edge of the dance floor.

"It should be today, it seems like it's about to start." Fingal pinched his fingers and calculated, "Today is the third day of our visit to Takamagahara, and after your and my debut, it's his turn." ”

"And boss, you don't let me call your name, but you call Chu Zihang's name, is this a bit of a double standard?"

Just as Fingal was about to argue with his arguments, the samba music on stage suddenly ended.

Immediately followed by a lonely ancient song.

The autumn breeze is bleak, the lonely shadow of the cold river, the passers-by in the rivers and lakes, as soon as the song comes out, such an artistic conception sprays into the minds of everyone in the Cowherd shop.

The curtain opened, the stage slowly rose, and a lonely figure stood on the stage.

Then the lights went out, and only the top light shrouded the man from the sky, who didn't know whether he was lonely or indifferent.

He was dressed in white and blue hakama, with long hair and a shawl, and under the sound of the blower, petals blew towards him, and the wind passed through his cuffs, revealing well-defined and white and sexy forearms.

"In order to get more flower tickets, did you even go out of your way to get your hair removed?" Behind the curtain, Caesar squinted.

"It's a bit scheming to say it or not." Fingal's comment followed, "Wouldn't I be the lowest vote?" ”

In the eyes of the two of them, either admiring or complaining, Chu Zihang took off the white clothes on his body, and then tied his sleeves around his waist, his naked chest rising and falling with the eyes of the women who were eager to eat him.

"Self-made, invisible."

A cold voice sounded, and an ancient knife was neatly unsheathed.

The audience applauded thunderously.

Subsequently, the beauty of a man is dancing with a knife in the falling cherry blossoms, the knife goes with him, and he only imagines that the enemy will attack.

It stands to reason that this kind of attack will not be too pretty, or it will not be spectacular, but the women in the audience are still screaming.

Without him, what they saw was not an ornamental knife technique, but the muscle lines revealed when the lonely figure on the stage swung the knife.

In terms of muscle count, he may not be as good as Caesar and Fingal, but in terms of the senses of young girls, muscle lines like Chu Zihang may be more in line with their aesthetics.

"What a beautiful boy, what a lonely samurai!"

A somewhat stereotyped-looking woman with black glasses unbuttoned her collar and applauded feverishly.

Applauding, cheering, whistling, and in an increasingly powerful voice, several black-clad and masked waiters pushed a two-meter-long board onto the stage.

The board is covered with ice cubes, and a whole tuna is placed on the ice.

After placing it, several black-clad and masked men rolled in place.

During the rolling, they took out the unbladed ninja knife from their arms, and then stabbed towards Chu Zihang one after another.

The figure moved back in a dashing manner, and when the lonely and cold body bent back, Chu Zihang tore off a white cloth from his waist, and then with just one hand, he wrapped it around his eyes.

This thrilling action provoked another exclamation.

Then, shifting, vibrating the knife, like countless phantoms appearing on the table, in just a moment, all the assassins fell to the ground, and the tuna meat in front of the plan was also cut into countless pieces without a sound.

The dark red back meat and pink belly are cut into beautiful square shapes, and each part is divided into different parts.

After the tip of the knife was provoked, and the meat was wrapped in paper and stuffed into different wooden compartments, Chu Zihang took off the white cloth covering his eyes and put away the knife, just like an ancient sword hero.

"This is, the remnant stepped forward?" The eyes of the lady wearing black glasses lit up, "Takamagahara's leaflet really doesn't deceive!" ”

Chu Zihang put away the knife, and the women applauded.

They were not only fascinated by Chu Zihang's brilliant sword light, but also by his blindfolded play and naked upper body.

At this time, they want to be cut more than the tuna that is cut.

At this time, if it is astringent for a woman to strip naked, then it can be called art for a man to strip naked!

"Ukyo! Ukyo! The audience cheered.

Before Chu Zihang's performance ended, the guests had already placed orders to buy his hand-cut yusheng.

The most valuable and fattest piece of fish belly was sold at auction, and the bids were constantly renewed, and finally the rectangular piece of fish was sold for 700,000 yen.

The woman who won the auction was a woman in a suit, and although she looked a little stereotypical, she stood up and proudly accepted the applause of the guests.

"Excuse me, can Youjing perform Yanhui?" Ikumi Kijima shouted, "Just use this piece of fish in my hand!" ”

The most beautiful belly of the fish looks like pink marble, and Ikumi Kijima holds this precious piece of fish high with a wooden plank.

She is the woman who auctioned the most precious piece of fish at a high price of 700,000 yen, and she is also the woman who no longer has a rigid expression and her face is flushed.

"I'm sorry, our show is over, Ukyo him"

"Yes."

Just when a waiter came down to explain, Chu Zihang agreed to the woman's request in just a cold sentence of Japanese.

"Swallows can withstand the wind to dodge the blade, it has nothing to do with whether it is fast or slow, no matter what kind of knife it is, there is no way to swing it without vibrating the air, they just feel the vibration and change the direction of flight, so no matter what kind of blow can cut off the swallow."

Looking at the woman named Kijima Ikumi standing in front of him, Chu Zihang thought that after losing to Lu Mingfei in one day of freedom, he asked how to use the scene of Yan Hui.

"A knife is just a line, and it makes sense that it can't catch swallows that are flying in the air, so what should I do?" He asked at the time.

"It's very simple, just encircle its retreat, one of which attacks the swallow, and the other blocks the retreat of the swallow that is dodging with the wind.

But you also know that in order to succeed, you must have two knives in a split second, almost at the same time, but if you do, the two knives will seem too slow, so there must be a third knife that blocks the side retreat. ”

Although he didn't know where Lu Mingfei read the theory, Chu Zihang consciously grasped some tricks.

I've been practicing for so long, and I haven't used it in actual combat, maybe I can try it today?

As Ikumi Kijima tossed the fish on the board, Chu Zihang's heart opened the most subtle pattern.

The pink fish meat slowly rose in his eyes, and the knife in Chu Zihang's arms also exerted the highest speed in this posture.

Only the fastest drawing of the sword can cut the fastest three swords.

"Secret Sword: Yan Returns!"

As soon as his breath was exhausted, Chu Zihang instantly drew his knife and slashed out three times.

One slashed at the delphinium, the other blocked its retreat, and the third blocked the flank's retreat, and the three slashes slashed out almost simultaneously.

In Kijima Yumei's eyes, although Chu Zihang was chopping fish meat, because of the rhythm of the other party, she actually felt as if she had also been cut?

"Knock knock!"

The fish split into several pieces and fell onto the plank, and Ikumi Kijima's heart beat to the sound of the fish falling.

"Ma'am, ma'am, are you alright?"

In a trance again, Ikumi Kijima found that the plank in her hand appeared in Ukyo's hand, and she was supported by him so that she didn't fall. (End of chapter)