Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 277: Turning Enemies into Friends (I)
Even though he was down and out on the streets , with a rancid smell from not having taken a shower for days, Finkel still managed to conquer the Sakura JK girl with his eloquence. He chatted with the girl for a long time. He disguised himself as a down-and-out artist, and used his pretty good singing voice and stories to trick the JK girl. Before leaving, she stuffed a 10,000-yuan Japanese bill into his hand, telling him not to be discouraged and to believe in the future, as everything can start over again.
In Finkel's opinion, this is by no means a fraud. It is a skill for a man to make a woman willingly spend money on him just by a single encounter. In the past, he liked to be passive, and was surrounded by various junior sisters all day long, who would actively reach out and pull him to dance together. This helped him develop skills like Elvis Presley. Now, he can only make a living in Japan, where he can't get any help from anyone, thanks to these skills.
He took out the last remaining bread, put it in his mouth and walked out of the alley. There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the street. The electronic clock on the neon sign showed that it was already early in the morning. The bars and various nightclubs were closed. Only the most wealthy nightclubs still had their towering neon signs on.
Of course, Humpback Whale thinks that Takama-ga-hara is one of the leading nightclubs in Kabukicho, so the neon sign of Takama-ga-hara is on all night. Due to the heavy rain, the store has closed early these days, but there are still welcoming waiters standing under the sign wearing snow-white gloves.
Finkel walked across the street chewing bread. He looked up at the sign of Takama-ga-hara and repeated the name of the store several times. Suddenly, he showed a look of joy as if he was saved. He jumped over the fence and ran straight to Takama-ga-hara. Along the way, he waved his hands to the waiter at the door, like an ape who had just evolved from a monkey in a TV series.
"Please help me find Basara King! Ukyo Tachibana is also fine! Sakura is the best!" Finkel gestured frantically to the waiter in fairly fluent Japanese. Although the two big guys are good, the best candidate at the moment is undoubtedly the little junior sister who can be both salty and sweet. The combination of a down-and-out senior brother meeting the little junior sister in a foreign country is enough to create a good story in the martial arts world.
There were not many customers in the restaurant. The waiter stood in front of the door just to maintain the image of Takamagahara, a top nightclub. He didn't expect that there would be customers. The waiter looked at Finkel with suspicion and had to cover his nose to avoid the stench on him.
"I'm sorry, Takama-hara is a women's club and does not accept male guests." The waiter's tone was relatively gentle.
"No, no, no! I'm here to look for someone. Do you understand?" Finkel was very anxious and was about to jump up and down.
"I know you're anxious, but don't worry." The waiter gestured with both hands to appease the wild monkey. "We do have those people you mentioned in our store, but not only in Takama-ga-hara, but also in the entire Kabukicho, many people know them. They are the most popular gigolos in Takama-ga-hara. Every day, girls who want to see them have to line up and spend money to have a chance. I can't let a man like you contact them, right? Even if you just hurt one of their fingers, we will lose a lot of money."
Finkel felt like he was back at Kassel College. He thought that even if these two guys were committed to the gigolo club, they still had to fight for class status. In Kassel College, they were the Lionheart President and the Student Union President. There was a formality for visiting them. You couldn't even think of walking into their house with your head held high. Now that everyone has come to Japan, these arrogant big guys can still do this. It really makes him, a poor little stray dog, anxious to death.
The burning bench flew out of the store and headed straight for the long street. There were faint roars and sounds of fighting in Takamagahara. The waiter was startled and turned his head to look at the store. Finkel's eyes lit up and he saw the opportunity and rushed in. The waiter grabbed his waistband and tried to keep the beggar out. Unexpectedly, the jeans that had been weathered for many days could not withstand such an attack and cracked diagonally. The waiter fell to the ground with half a piece of cloth in his hand. Finkel jumped into the store with his pants in his hand.
He was shocked when he entered the store. The entire booth area was in a mess, as if it had just been hit by a rocket. In the middle of the booth, two men with similar looks were holding knives and cautiously watching each other move slowly. This scene was like a confrontation between two top masters in a martial arts novel. The gigolos in the store were all hiding cautiously and dared not step forward to stop the fight. Instead, Caesar sat on a bench and smoked a cigar leisurely, and Chu Zihang, who was holding Murasame and had a stern face, stood beside him.
It seemed that Finkel came at the wrong time. Although he didn't know what happened here, he instinctively realized that the most dangerous people in the scene were definitely the two guys with knives. So he walked quietly along the wall without making any sound.
"host****!"
Caesar was smoking a cigar and watching the quarrel between the two Genji brothers when he suddenly heard a familiar and mean voice, followed by a stench like that of a garbage dump. He turned his head and saw Finkel's stupid husky smile.
"Fingal?" Caesar was surprised.
"Finally we found the organization!" Finkel was overjoyed with tears in his eyes. He opened his arms and wanted to give Caesar a hug of love after a long separation. Caesar frowned and pressed Dick Tuoduo's scabbard against his belly. Finkel smiled embarrassedly and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Caesar, but the stench was still unbearable.
"Why are you here? And in such a state?" Caesar looked Finkel up and down. Finkel rarely showed up at the student union's regular meetings, but Caesar did not forget that this paparazzi was his press minister.
"How should I know?" Finkel sighed. "I'm doing an internship, right? I chose Japan as my internship location. I think there are hot springs, beautiful girls, and Japanese JKs with bare thighs all year round... I really didn't do anything bad. I logged in on time every day to do my daily reports. But suddenly one morning I couldn't log in. I couldn't get through to the college when I called it, no one responded to my emails, my card swipe notification was frozen, and the people from the Japanese branch were chasing me! I've been wandering for more than two weeks, throwing food in the garbage dump all day long!"
"You have been implicated by us." Chu Zihang threw the apple on the table to Finkel. He looked so weak that he would collapse at any time, so even an apple could help to hold him back.
When people are extremely hungry, everything smells delicious to them, even an apple tastes like dragon liver and phoenix gall. Finkel's big mouth can finish the apple in just a few bites. Chu Zihang simply handed the whole fruit basket to him, and Caesar gave Finkel the unopened champagne that the guests had ordered in the evening.
Finkel was enjoying his meal with a fruit basket in his left hand and champagne in his right hand. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and looked towards the center of the booth with Caesar.
"What play is this about? Dingjun Mountain or Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage?" Once he came back to life, Finkel started to act like a jerk again. When he saw something exciting, he would clap and cheer, and at one point made the scene look like a brothel in the Song Dynasty.
"Yes, brother," said Caesar.
"I thought so. They look exactly like each other." Finkel nodded, looking at this and that. "One is feminine and the other is charming . Damn, I actually feel charm in the same man!"
"You can treat him as a woman." Caesar said calmly, "Let me introduce them. The one holding the white knife is Yuan Zhisheng, the future young master of the Snake Eight Clan. The one holding the red knife is Yuan Zhinu, Yuan Zhisheng's younger brother and the second in command of the Demon Clan."
"I know Gen Chisheng. I didn't come to Japan just to eat for free. I have collected intelligence on the eight Snake families. Their patriarch is Tachibana Masamune. This Gen Chinu is the first time I've heard of him. Why are these two brothers fighting?"
"Love and hate each other." Caesar used only four words to interpret the complex relationship between them.
"I see." Finkel drank the champagne as if it were water. "Why would these two people who sound so impressive appear in a place like this at the same time? Are you doing their business?"
"You'll have to ask your sister. The Japanese branch has betrayed us. We're all disconnected now and can't contact Norma. What's worse is that the Japanese branch may have the secret of the White King's remains. There's a chance that the remains may be revived. We're staying here and enduring humiliation to investigate this matter."
"You are dressed so well, have food to eat, and have women throwing themselves at you, how can you say you endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens?" Finkel snorted disdainfully.
It was indeed a life of luxury. Caesar wore a red suit that perfectly set off his upright chest muscles, with his back completely naked and a silk bow tie. Chu Zihang wore a dragon robe with a golden border embroidered with a Chinese-style multicolored dragon. No matter how you looked at it, these two people were not treated the same as him, who was digging for food in the garbage dump. It was really enviable.
Finkel looked left and right, but he didn't seem to find the person he wanted to see more, so he had to ask: "Where is the junior sister? I heard that she is with you guys, and even disguised herself as a man and became a gigolo."
"She was injured, so we temporarily assigned her some other tasks." Caesar said, "Since you don't have any communication equipment or contact information, how did you find this place?"
"When I was chatting with the girls in the internet cafe, one of them showed me a photo of the three of you singing and performing on stage."
"You can recognize it just by that?" Caesar was surprised.
"I don't know if others can do it, but I have no problem. Being a paparazzi depends on good eyesight, right? Wherever there is news or a story, you have to rush to the scene as soon as possible to get first-hand information. Not only do you need to be fast, but you also need a keen sense of smell!" Finkel patted his chest with pride. It was obvious that he was a leader in the paparazzi business. "Don't say it's just a photo. Even if a female celebrity with ten layers of powder on her face is wearing a mask, I can recognize who she is at a glance!"
"Then it looks like you have a chance to join us. We are in need of good search experts right now."
Caesar nodded. At first, he thought that meeting Fingel was actually a bad thing. Although he was happy that the academy had some remaining power in Japan, the use of such people was just to consume military rations. But now he remembered Fingel's paparazzi ability. This guy seemed to be born with an unexpected sensitivity to the slightest disturbance.
Since visiting Genji Heavy Industries late at night, Tachibana Masamune and Herzog have not received any news. The Snake Eight Families lost two heads in a row and were in a state of disarray. They had to temporarily nominate the head of the family, Sakurai Nanami, to calm the situation. The Japanese branch obviously had not yet realized what had happened and was unable to track down the two men. It was really difficult to catch the tails of those old foxes with what they had now. These days, Caesar and Chu Zihang spared no effort to go out and find a solution, but they still found nothing.
"I was planning to join you guys! You guys are so popular now, please don't exclude me. What do you think of me? Will the store manager like me? I need a nickname to get into your circle, right? Like Heracles? When women hear this name, they will imagine me as a muscular man!" Finkel rubbed his hands with stars in his eyes, "They get excited when they hear my name."
"Then Mr. Heracles, the organization now has a very important task for you." Caesar looked at Finkel, nodded, and smiled, like an elderly leader appreciating a young talent who had just become his apprentice.
"Chairman, please tell me what you want to say!" Finkel was as attentive as a pug.
"Go and stop those two brothers who are fighting." Caesar pointed at the Genji brothers in the middle of the booth.
"Understood!" Finkel was full of interest. He twisted his neck and his bones crackled, ready to show his skills.
In Kassel Academy, many people think that Fingel is a good-for-nothing except gossip, and his best skills are fraud and gambling. But Caesar knows that this guy is actually not as stupid as he looks. Just to maintain his muscular body, he has to train non-stop for years. It is conceivable that Fingel might lift barbells for fun in the dormitory every night when it is quiet.
"Don't go." Chu Zihang held Finkel down, "Caesar is just reminding you."
"What reminder?" Finkel was a little confused.
"Heracles' muscles are indeed great, but muscles are not everything." Caesar shook his head, "Look at their feet."
Finkel looked at the Genji brothers suspiciously, and suddenly his eyes widened. Just now, he was only concerned with watching the brothers' wonderful swordplay, and ignored the venue. The booths were cleared out, leaving a perfect space for the two to fight. The edges of the booths were like God had cut squares and circles neatly with a ruler. Deep marks were left on the floor, and there were faint flashes of lightning and sparks. There was a very faint smell in the air, but once you realize it, you will understand that it is the result of high temperature burning, just like a bolt of lightning hitting a lonely tree in summer.
Finkel understood that Caesar and Chu Zihang were not standing here to watch the show, but because it would be dangerous if they got close to there. The two brothers had somehow constructed an area with the booth as the scope, and did not allow others to interfere with their duel.
