Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

"After solving the last goal, it's time for dinner."

On the way, Yabuki Sakura spoke.

The four of them have been working since morning. During this period, they have changed several modes of transportation and traveled almost all over Shinjuku. A normal person's legs would have been shaking, but none of the four seemed to be tired.

But I am really hungry. The hybrid has not reached the realm of immortal cultivators and cannot live without food. The demand has even increased, especially for Fujimaru Ritsuka. For a fitness girl like her who is still in the development stage. , only eating a hamburger set meal from a certain fast food restaurant for lunch is really not enough.

Fortunately, this all comes to an end.

The sun has completely set. Unlike the shops that have not yet opened before, the nightclub in front of them finally turns on the circle of light tubes wrapped around the door after welcoming the night, turning into a conspicuous little sun in the night sky.

There are pretentious artistic lanterns, and the wavy sister wearing the trendy hair color of the season comes out to pick up the guests.

"In the end, the people in charge of this nightclub were a group of Russians. Compared with the previous ones, they didn't have a strong sense of belonging to us, and they weren't so afraid of the name of the Sheqi Ba Family. The people below couldn't handle it, so Crow Crow and I occasionally I came here to hammer it, but to be honest, the effect is mediocre. These hairy men usually can’t pull Ji, and it’s annoying to watch.”

Standing in front of the store, Yasha put his hands behind his head with a look of impatience on his face.

"The relationship is bad?"

"Um."

"Will there be a fight?"

"That's not the case. Strong dragons are also afraid of local snakes. What's more, they are not dragons. How dare they stand out when they come out to hang out and have no background. And I have also said that - in this place, the biggest background is us. Although the attitude is not good , but the share of this store is enough, otherwise I would have caught the opportunity long ago."

Crow took over. The energy he used to torture Fujimaru Ritsuka was exhausted. He was tired of being forced to do so many low-level jobs. He walked into the nightclub at a faster pace.

Sister Da Lang who greeted the guests at the door was a little surprised and hesitant when they saw the clothes on a few people, but their excellent qualities still kept them smiling, and they invited a few people in with their not-so-standard Liben dialect.

This store is different from the dark red color scheme of most Japanese nightclubs. The interior is unexpectedly decorated in a luxurious European style.

The dark tone of nightclubs is an unwritten rule. After all, whether it is dancing to the disco and calling girls or getting drunk, these old routines are not so elegant. In order to take care of the reserved East Asian people, so that they can safely and boldly release their nature, so they are deliberately done It became a pitch black little room.

Even if it were to go in a luxurious style, it wouldn't be like this. Large chandeliers, imitation crystal hangings, and gold flakes are full of light pollution. There is even a fountain in the center of the stage that is so huge that it feels like it can fit seven or eight people in to take a bath. The golden spray paint is so bright that it makes people laugh Squint your eyes to get used to it.

It was so resplendent that those who didn't know it thought they had entered the palace banquet hall. Next, they were not going to drink and dance, but to put on masks and perform a ballroom dance with strangers.

It was not a busy period at this time, and there were only a few bustling people in the ballroom sitting on the sofa or at the bar to chat.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced around with a little curiosity, but Crow and Yasha seemed to be used to it and didn't look around. They found the way and walked straight to the bar.

On the way, they were stopped by two muscular-looking hairy men, which made Crow and Yaksha immediately go crazy.

"[Japanese expletive]——, I just came to your wretched place last month, and I stopped you here. You ***[civilized language] can't remember your good old dad for a long time." How many noses and mouths?"

Even when his irritable brother Yasha-san sprayed him with saliva, the Russian man's expression remained unchanged. It may be that his sunglasses were too big and blocked his expression changes. One can't help but wonder whether the sunglasses were worn because the Golden Hall was too polluted by light.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not speak behind a few people. He just observed the surroundings with interest and then exclaimed repeatedly.

Fortunately, this episode ended quickly. A man who claimed to be the manager took over the situation and led several people into the office behind the bar.

After several people crossed the dance floor, Crow and Yasha drove away a customer who was also drinking. They sat in front of the bar and faced the bartender, while Fujimaru Ritsuka stood behind him and looked at the customers. Don't know what to think.

Behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, Yabuki Sakura watched her every move without saying a word. She just smiled and typed another line on her phone.

"Good morning~my neighbor."

Crow said something foreign to the man who called himself the manager.

After a day of observation, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally understood that among these people, Wu Wu had taken over all the negotiation work, and he could be regarded as a "dog-headed strategist" in Minamoto's small team.

"Crow-san, this is English. Russians generally don't have a very good command of it."

Fujimaru Ritsuka bent down, covered his mouth with his hand and said seriously.

"I know, I'm just angry with him, learn from it."

The crow imitated Fujimaru Ritsuka's movements and replied.

"Then you should keep your voices down."

Unexpectedly, their showmanship failed to achieve success, and the manager with a shiny black ponytail also put his hand in front of his mouth and said something.

This person's brain circuit can actually keep up?

Then we will meet the master this time.

Raven glanced at him, lowering his hands and returning to his usual bored posture. When the manager saw this, he also smiled and stopped his movements. Although it was a bit late to tell at this time, there was really a big difference between this manager and the strong Russian men on both sides.

Although he wore heavy makeup, the man looked like a native of the island country. He had peach blossom eyes, a straight nose, delicate and fair skin, and was as delicate as a girl. He was a standard Tokyo handsome guy. Anyone who saw him on the street would call him handsome.

To describe him as handsome may be a bit biased. It should be said that he is charming, charming and pure.

Fujimaru Ritsuka always felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, while Crow frowned in discomfort when looking at the manager's smile.

"This is the first time I've met you. The last manager couldn't speak Japanese and I forgot about it. Are you Japanese?"

"It's just mixed blood."

The manager replied with a bright smile, and then asked while maintaining the warm smile.

"Let's get down to business, why did you come to our store today?"

"Do you have to tell me all that nonsense again?"

"After all, it's my first time to deal with some big brothers and beautiful women."

The manager glanced at a few people. Not sure if it was an illusion, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that the other person's eyes seemed to stay for a moment when they looked at her.

"Hey, don't secretly look at our girl. If you're a bodybuilder, be careful if I punch you and the bridge of your nose will be crooked."

"That's really rude." The manager bowed his head and apologized noncommittally. "Let's get down to business, what did Mr. Crow want to ask me just now?"

Although the crow's face is already ugly, if you don't hit the smiling person, even a lunatic like crow and yaksha can't do something outrageous for no reason, otherwise it is a trivial matter to ruin their own reputation, and Yuan Zhisheng will still suffer a lot. Objectionable.

Yuan Zhisheng has just become the director of the execution department. Whether it is this position or his position as young master, some people are secretly dissatisfied. Prestige takes time to accumulate, and Crow and Yasha understand this no matter how reckless they are.

So he patiently explained the materials to be submitted.

The "red envelope" for the above, business information, ledger records, staffing, there are a lot of things required, and the new manager nodded his head while listening, as if he was serious, and the crow's expression softened after noticing this. Come down a little.

"Do you understand now?"

The manager nodded.

"I don't understand."

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After hearing this, the crow did not open his mouth to use civilized language, but suddenly fell silent.

After saying these words, even a person as smart as Yasha should have understood that this group of people is here to stir up trouble.

Unexpectedly, Fujimaru Ritsuka could actually find a test center for her first lesson of the school year. If it were a normal day, let alone a day, Crow Yasha might not be able to see a nightclub that dared to challenge the Sheqi Hachi family even in a month.

Who is standing behind this store?

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka also relaxed his tightened eyebrows, but there was more concern in his eyes.

She remembered who the manager looked like.

Seems a bit like Yuan Zhisheng?