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It was late at night, but in Tokyo's red-light district, this was just the beginning of the day. The deserted streets and the listless young men and women closing up shop, along with the drunken uncles burping on the street, seemed to mark the end of the day.
Walking through the main street and into the more secluded corners, you could always see different vistas. The newly opened clubs on the outermost side were, of course, glittering and dazzling.
There were only a few staff members soliciting customers at the entrance of the host clubs, but only one or two of them would greet people with a smile and invite women to enter. The others adopted either aloof or shy postures. Perhaps for host clubs, these different personalities and attitudes of the hosts were more likely to attract customers.
The brothels next door seemed far more open than these handsome men. A row of beautiful women stood there, and men of all ages would swarm around them, taking their arms and inviting them inside. Those with ample breasts would use their natural advantage to intentionally or unintentionally brush against a man's hand. Inexperienced young men would blush, while seasoned veterans would carefully fold up a tip and tuck it into their alluring depths… In
a dimly lit alley, there were only pubs decorated in the style of the 80s and 90s, and outdated, soon-to-be-closed bars and izakayas.
One pub, seemingly weathered by time, had a deserted facade and no staff. The main door, which should have been open to welcome customers, was closed. However, the two doors, used for many years, were slightly misaligned when not locked, allowing passersby to easily glimpse that it was open for business through the crack.
The signboard hung listlessly, the light bulbs were old and worn, and the lighting was dim and yellowish. But for regulars, this was their old haunt, a place with a unique charm.
In a corner of the bar, three men were discussing in hushed tones.
"How about it... Miyagi-san, this is a very sincere offer. I believe that if we pull this off, you'll earn enough money to last a lifetime." The speaker enunciated clearly, but with an unnatural accent, clearly a foreigner who spoke fluent Spanish.
"Your offer is indeed very tempting, but... recently the higher-ups have started to suspect me. I can't continue taking such risks. Besides, every collaboration involves a huge risk. I've decided that after this year, next year I'll apply for a transfer to a less demanding department to live a quieter life, and then I should find someone to marry and settle down." The voice was that of a deep, steady middle-aged man, a true Japanese.
Looking at the man to the side, the middle-aged Japanese man was quite tall, nearly 1.8 meters. Although he was wearing a formal suit, his broad frame suggested a well-developed muscular physique beneath his refined attire. He had a thick beard and a rather fierce appearance, but his deep-set eyes seemed to tell everyone that he was not a reckless brute. His slightly wavy
, medium-length hair subtly revealed his restrained maturity and rationality. The other foreigner, of similar height, was extremely obese and bloated. His loose shirt and messy hair made him look like a harmless fat pig, but his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a cruel and cunning glint in them—a perfect blend that appeared seamless.
"Hehe...Miyagi-san, why try to fool us with those words? You've already found a woman, haven't you...the boss lady of that foreign trade company, right? You're using your position to collaborate with criminals for profit, and you've already found your escape route—a divorced woman who's always away on business trips, gentle and considerate, with a beautiful young daughter...tsk tsk."
"What do you mean by that!" The middle-aged man called Miyagi seemed to be provoked, his previously low voice rising an octave as he quickly questioned the fat pig in front of him.
"Miyagi-san, we've entrusted our lives to your intelligence and cooperation, so naturally we'll investigate thoroughly. Don't tell me you never guessed... Of course, we've cooperated so well over the years, we don't want to go to anyone else. We don't mean to threaten you, but I'm sure you don't want us to end up losing everything. So, you know the production cost of this batch is very high, and the price is naturally different from before; most people simply can't afford it. Since you have concerns, we'll simply sell it at three times the price, only to wealthy, regular customers." "That naturally reduces the risk, and we guarantee this is the last deal. After it's done, we'll go back to Brazil. As long as we keep the transactions within this small scope, it'll be a piece of cake for you with your abilities. That way, we can all make a lot of profits. And... your stepdaughter... hehe, I can make the decision to provide you with a set of medicine every month for free, how about that?"
This was a tall Brazilian man, over 1.9 meters tall. His tight t-shirt showed off his perfect physique, and his shiny bald head made him look like a guy not to be messed with. The lewd smile on his lips revealed the wicked heart beneath his tough exterior.
Miyagi clenched his fists, his brows furrowed. After several seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind. "You must guarantee this is the last deal. After this, we won't have any further dealings. It's almost the end of the year, and the Metropolitan Police Department is under pressure to achieve its targets, so their anti-drug operations are very aggressive. We also have many operations to conduct. It's impossible for you to start anytime soon. This plan can't begin until February at the earliest."
The bald, burly man was very satisfied with Miyagi's compromise. "We always obey Officer Miyagi's orders. We'll do whatever you say... This is the new drug. We brought extra. You can try it out first... Hehe, actually, it hasn't undergone extensive testing yet. I can only guarantee its effectiveness." "It's fantastic. Who knows, Officer Miyagi might even find some unexpected surprises."
Miyagi calmly accepted the capsules from the bald man, placing them in a bag inside his coat. He then stood up to leave. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. See you here in two weeks."
Watching Miyagi confidently push open the door and leave, Fatty asked the bald man, "Brown, are you serious about going back to Brazil after this? The Japanese market is so big; it's such a waste for us to only do this much." "Alright, Dick, that was just to trick him into continuing to cooperate with us. Do you think he really believes it? It's just a mutually beneficial gesture to show our stance. We just need to capture the high-end market with the yellow stars, that's enough. Easy." "Money...man, all you need is the business with the lowest risk and highest return."
Brown then rubbed his pants, which already had a large bulge. "Besides, Miyagi's daughter...is indeed the most beautiful woman I've seen in years, but...we still need him. Consider these drugs as payment; otherwise, it's not worth falling out with him for this woman."
Hearing Brown's words, Dicko immediately reached into his pants and began rubbing them hard. "Shit...that slut, once I get my hands on her, I'm going to play with her for days on end, turning her into a sex slave..."

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