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For these girls standing on the bridge receiving distinguished guests, General Manager Sakurai Kogure is definitely the idol they admire most.
In Japan, women naturally have a slightly lower status than men, but even so, Sakurai Kogure still managed to become the general manager thanks to her shrewd and resourceful skills.
To their utter surprise, their idol appeared at the entrance of the Paradise Hall today, following behind an equally stunningly handsome man, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.
"Is some important person coming?"
"I haven't heard anything about that."
"Nadeko, you and the general manager have a pretty good relationship, haven't you heard anything about this?"
"No, but the fact that the general manager personally greets you at the door means he must be someone of great importance!"
"The man standing in front of the general manager is so handsome!"
"Are you going to die?"
"What's wrong with me just saying that?"
"They say he's the real behind-the-scenes boss of our Paradise Pavilion!"
"..."
The girls, separated by a short distance, couldn't contain their curiosity and whispered among themselves.
Little did they know that the whispers they thought could never be heard had reached Sakurai Kogure's ears without a single word being missed, causing her to frown.
"Sir, I will give them a good talking to later."
"There's a Chinese idiom, 'Disaster comes from the mouth,' meaning that gossiping can bring trouble upon yourself." Kazama Ruri said calmly, as if she were talking about something that didn't concern her.
Whether a behavior is good or bad depends on the context.
The guests who come to the Paradise Pavilion are all wealthy and noble, and they like to gossip. If they accidentally spread some information, it can cause great trouble.
Kazama Ruri didn't tell Sakurai Kogure who she was waiting for, and Sakurai Kogure certainly wouldn't ask.
One remained silent, the other asked no questions, and they simply stood quietly at the entrance of the Paradise Pavilion.
Huh, huh, huh——
A wild engine roared, and then a Lexus sports car, a well-known Japanese brand, sped toward you from afar.
Upon seeing the sports car, a smile quietly appeared on Kazama Ruri's usually calm face.
Because he had already seen the man sitting in the driver's seat, and it was none other than Cao Han.
The fact that it was Cao Han who appeared, instead of the returning general Wang, makes the outcome self-evident.
"Yoshi! Kazama-kun, it's been a long time~"
"Not long ago."
“That’s right. Well, I have some good news for you to hear,” Cao Han said with a smile.
"of course."
This suited Kazama Ruri perfectly; he had been waiting here in advance precisely to hear the news he wanted to hear as soon as possible.
"Congratulations! Herzog is dead beyond any doubt, and there will never be another 'King General' in this world!"
"How do you prove it?"
Just as Kazama Ruri felt a surge of joy, Sakurai Kogure behind her blurted out, her expression filled with disbelief.
The third member of the Demon Clan, "Ryoma" Sakurai Kogure.
Cao Han recognized the woman behind Kazama Ruri at a glance; she was also a tragic character in the novel.
"I guess I've indirectly changed someone else's fate again." She silently wished that Sakurai Kogure and Kazama Ruri would eventually become a couple.
It can only be said that Genjiro and Kazama Ruri are indeed brothers, even their love experiences are so similar.
Both were his subordinates, one was Yabuki Sakura, and the other was Sakurai Kogure.
The same slow realization, the same silent waiting and unrequited love...
Cao Han could only say that the old scoundrel from Jiangnan knew what it meant to have a tragic love affair like young people, and he just liked to make it so awkward and complicated.
He, Cao, disliked this, his gaze shifting back and forth between Kazama Ruri and Sakurai Kogure: "My intuition tells me... you like him!"
"Huh...? I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"
Feeling like she'd been caught doing something wrong, Sakurai Kogure's bright face flushed a beautiful red. Her heart pounded, but she quickly denied it.
"Why are you so nervous and denying it? What if I was talking about Kazama-kun?" Cao Han enjoyed the thrill of helping someone break through that barrier.
Perhaps it was because hearing the news of Herzog's death that Kazama Ruri suddenly felt as if the clouds had parted and the light had finally come out, and that she could finally reveal her true nature after her major threat was gone.
Kazama Ruri turned around to face Sakurai Kogure, and gently lifted her chin with her index finger.
He was exactly one head taller than Sakurai Kogure, which put him in a position to look directly into her eyes from above.
At such close range, Sakurai Kogure could clearly feel Kazama Ruri's breath. In an instant, she was filled with confusion and embarrassment, and her eyes darted away, unable to look her in the eye.
"Hey Hey hey......"
Cao Han, caught off guard by the sudden display of affection, never expected that the boomerang he threw would fly back and hit him on the spot.
“I’m still here. The opportunity I promised to give you and your brother to reconcile through art still needs a catalyst.”
"What opportunity?"
Now that Herzog, who was standing between the two brothers, is gone, Kazama Ruri naturally wants to reconcile with her brother, Genji.
It can only be said that when it comes to a brother who is obsessed with his brother, love can only come in second place.
"I need to verify whether that thing exists first, so I can't tell you yet, lest you be disappointed later." Cao Han kept it a secret for a moment, "But don't worry, even if we don't find this opportunity, I still have a way to solve your and your brother's problems."
"I believe you."
With the precedent of cooperating to resolve Herzog, Kazama Ruri's trust in Cao Han reached an unprecedented level.
"Alright, let's not delay, I'll head out now. Wait for my good news, saranghae~"
Cao Han stepped on the gas, performed a drift turn, and drove off in style. Let whoever wants to ship this sweet romance ship; he, for one, was not interested.
Inside the Blackstone Mansion on the other side.
Having just returned from a "delivery" mission, Mai Shude and Enxi Su are indulging in a feast of various delicacies, drinking one glass of low-alcohol Japanese sake after another, their faces beaming with joy.
"Thank goodness, the tough guy is still reasonable!"
"Cheers, let's celebrate surviving that tough guy!"
"cheers!"
The wine didn't intoxicate them; they were intoxicated by their own state of mind. The two, already slightly tipsy, were unaware that the person they kept muttering about was approaching at a speed of 180 kilometers per hour...
Chapter 114 No matter how human he looks, he's still a dragon.
"I think I heard someone talking badly about me."
Half-drunk, Su Enxi lay on the tatami mat without any regard for her image. She had her back to the main entrance and couldn't see who was coming. She could only vaguely hear a familiar voice.
"Long legs~ Do you think I'm drunk?"
"You're still a long way off with your alcohol tolerance."
"How could I hear Brother Man's voice if I wasn't drunk? Or am I hallucinating?"
"Why don't you look behind you?"
As a well-trained ninja hybrid, Mai Shude was aware of the approaching danger before Cao Han even stepped into the room. Instinctively, she changed her sitting posture to make it easier to launch an attack, and her right hand quietly touched her lower back.
The two alchemical short swords, Futsu-no-Mitama and Ame-no-Habakiri, bestowed upon him by the boss, are never separated from him except when he takes a bath.
But upon seeing the face of the person who entered, his hand naturally fell down.
It's not that the visitor doesn't need to be guarded against, but rather that in her view, guarding against them is pointless.
Heeding the advice, Su Enxi turned her head back gracefully, only to be greeted by a pair of feet. She then looked up and gazed upwards...
Speak of Cao Han, and Cao Han arrives!
The moment Su Enxi saw Cao Han's face clearly, all traces of alcohol vanished. Remembering how she and the long-legged man had been talking badly about him, she felt a pang of guilt and stammered as she spoke.
"You...you...you...how did you get in?"
"That's how I got in," Cao Han replied truthfully.
The Lexus he was driving was originally borrowed from them, and the head butler, Kimura Hiroshi, had also had the privilege of meeting Cao Han once.
At that moment, she happened to see her mistress, Miss Enxi, being extremely respectful in front of this person. Even from a distance, she could feel the imposing aura emanating from him, and she guessed that this person's identity must be extraordinary.
Furthermore, since they were communicating entirely in Chinese, Kimura Hiroshi felt even more certain that his judgment was almost certainly correct: Cao Han must be the son of some powerful figure in China.
Therefore, upon seeing Cao Han arrive at the Blackstone Mansion in his Lexus, he dared not be negligent and respectfully opened the door to welcome him in.
Even if Su Enxi found out, she probably wouldn't blame Kimura Hiroshi, because she knew very well that as long as Cao Han wanted to come in, whether she stopped him or not, the result would be the same.
"Didn't we agree before that we'd settle things once we delivered the things for you?"
“That’s true,” Cao Han readily admitted. “So I’m here today to try and reach a cooperation agreement with you.”
"cooperate?"
"us!?"
Su Enxi and Jiu Demai exchanged a glance in the air, both seeing surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.
No wonder they reacted with such shock and astonishment.
In their eyes, given Cao Han's demonstrated strength, what in this world was there that he couldn't accomplish and that required cooperation?
Even if it were true, it would be at least hellish difficulty. Would it really be "safe" for the two of them to get involved?
The sharp-eyed Cao Han naturally noticed the change in Su Enxi and Jiu Demai's expressions, and immediately realized that his words must have caused a misunderstanding. He quickly corrected them:
"Uh...maybe I misspoke. I meant I wanted to make a deal with you."
"A deal? That's good." Su Enxi patted her very well-endowed chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mai Shude did not relax, though; the deal this man made was probably not so simple.
Cao Han wasted no time and took out a delicate box about the size of his palm from his pocket.