radicalducati Chapter 1939-11938 A Grand Performance of Justice
Chapter 1939-11938 A Grand Performance of Justice
Chapter 1939-1.1938 A Grand Performance of Justice
Everyone heard the sound and looked around.
A modern woman wearing a silk flower hat and a haute couture suit walked over angrily, her fingers trembling.
If it weren't for her exaggerated expressions completely ruining her demeanor, this foul-mouthed noblewoman could easily be described as stunningly beautiful. Even so, though past her prime, she still retained her charm.
"And you are?" Yuan Chenggui, the leader of the Shanghai gang in Shinjuku, dared not underestimate him because of his strong Hong Kong accent in Mandarin. It was rare to see someone dare to point their finger at him and curse him in Shinjuku's Kabukicho district these days.
"Yu Chenchundai." The wealthy woman, hands on her hips and shaking her leg, pointed at herself with a thumbs up: "'Shengyuqiang' anti-wolf expert."
“Sheng Yuqiang is…” Yuan Chenggui, the leader of the Shanghai gang in Shinjuku, became increasingly cautious.
"Hong Kong secondary schools!" The wealthy woman, hands on her hips and tapping her leg, rolled her eyes and said, "Tch! You don't even know that?"
"Do I need to know?" Yuan Chenggui, the head of the Shinjuku Shanghai gang, gleamed with a fierce glint in his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips. "An anti-wolf expert, huh? Come on, I'd like to see what kind of expert you are."
After saying that, he gave his subordinate a wink.
One by one, the ruthless gangsters surrounded them with ill intent.
"Ah, isn't this the scene from my dream?" Accompanied by a seductive moan, the noblewoman, surrounded by burly men yet showing no fear and having even abandoned her last shred of composure, began her vulgar, lewd performance: "'I want to wrap my breath around your neck, let my heartbeat shatter all boundaries.' 'If desire had a shape, at this moment you and I would be each other's most burning solution.' 'The moonlight is too cold, let me borrow your body heat to warm this long night.' 'I want to drown in your eyes, drown...' "Before, let me savor the sweetness between your lips and teeth." "Let's crush the rules and scatter them in the wind, tonight we'll only tackle each other's wildest questions." "The tide beneath my skin begins to surge, you are the only wind that can calm it." "If taboos are shackles, then let's melt away all constraints with a burning kiss." "Your silhouette glows in the darkness, I'm willing to be a moth drawn to the flame." "I'll lock reason in a drawer, give you the key, and let desire grow wildly." "I want to spend the rest of my life like a spring night, whispering in your ear the waves that will never fade..."
A group of ruthless gangsters were completely intimidated.
As her panting subsided, the noblewoman opened her eyes with a lingering sense of satisfaction: "Shorty, let me test you. How do you translate 'I love you'?"
"I love you!" Yuan Chenggui, the leader of the Shanghai gang in Shinjuku, arrogantly agreed.
"Vulgar, how can you say that?" The lady licked her red lips: "Hey, don't say Sister Chun didn't tell you. 'I love you' should be translated like this: 'It's been a long time since I've listened to Hong Kong female singer Wang Jingwen's CD in the car (tsk tsk!), and it's also been a long time since I've been this close to someone. Although I know this road is destined not to go far, and I know I will get off the car soon, but, for this minute, I feel so warm.'"
"..." What was even more devastating than being stabbed in the chest was that Yuan Chenggui, the leader of the Shanghai gang in Shinjuku, had his tone thoroughly insulted: "Who told you that?"
"It's Michelle Reis."
"Which Hong Kong movie is it? I don't remember."
"Fallen Angels."
When was it released?
"1995."
"No way, it's a film from next year."
"Ah?" The lady, suddenly realizing she had let something slip, laughed exaggeratedly to cover it up: "Oh, there's a script, isn't there?"
Do Hong Kong films have scripts?
"Otherwise, wouldn't he be the real Wong Kar-wai?"
“That makes sense.” Yuan Chenggui, the head of the Shanghai gang in Shinjuku, unconsciously switched to a Shanghai accent: “It’s just a pity that this isn’t the New Territories in Hong Kong, but Shinjuku in Tokyo. Come here, madam. Let me tell you how to translate ‘I love you’ in Shinjuku: ‘How much would you like to play?’ Is it ‘jichi’ or ‘honban’?”
"Shameless, vulgar, lewd, filthy! I spit, I spit, I spit, spit, spit—" The noblewoman spoke in rapid succession, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"Pfft!" The gangster blocking his way felt a sudden numbness in his neck. Before he could even touch him, blood splattered everywhere!
"Aaaaaah!!" It wasn't just him. All the previously arrogant gangsters were now writhing on the ground, clutching their bleeding necks.
"'A real man's head is nothing more than a small scar.' Shouting like that, how can you be a gangster?" The wealthy woman, her hot blood flowing freely and exuding an indescribable sensuality, bent down, lifted the hem of her slipped lace stockings, and walked over to Huang Xiuhong as if no one else was there: "Hey, prop money."
When Huang Xiuhong opened her eyes wide and confirmed that there was a check for 100 million yen in front of her, she was completely stunned. She didn't even have time to properly ponder the true meaning of "prop money".
“‘I was born before you were born, and you were born after I had grown old.’” Looking at Huang Xiuhong’s young face, the noblewoman spoke with a hidden meaning: “The bad news is that you are already a married man, and the good news is that you are now a wife.”
"What...what does it mean?" Huang Xiuhong asked instinctively.
"It's nothing, it's just that when people face unavoidable problems, they have to say, with a tone of 'What a piece of trash,' 'Time is such a wonderful thing.'" The lady's words became increasingly enigmatic.
“I’m very good at making money.” Huang Xiuhong never intended to give up from the beginning: “If you don’t believe me, go ask my madam. She’s been planning to hand over the nightclub to me for a long time…”
"I know." The noblewoman was skillfully spraying amnesia potion onto Yuan Chenggui, the head of the Shinjuku Shanghai gang, who was frozen in place.
"How is the interest calculated?" Huang Xiuhong still wanted to know.
“No need.” The lady quickly put away the perfume bottle and pushed Yuan Chenggui back into the chair: “I already said, it’s just a prop (money).”
"An indispensable tool in life." Huang Xiuhong both loves and hates it.
“‘Shanghai Bund’ is a nice name.” The lady, who hadn’t replied, deftly took out a pill: “Put it in your nostril. Don’t be afraid, a miracle can happen with force.”
"Who exactly are you?" Huang Xiuhong pressed the check down tightly, afraid that the cooked duck would fly away.
"Everything you want to know is here, Nu." The lady handed over another pill.
Feeling the "hot" texture on the check with her fingertips, Huang Xiuhong immediately stuffed the pill into her nostril.
With a "whoosh," the pill burrowed into his brain.
A galaxy of stars instantly filled my eyes. Synchronously activated neurons continuously flashed back to images from my memory. Almost in an instant, they exceeded the brain's processing capacity, transforming into streaks of light that filled my vision. My five senses vanished, my consciousness overloaded.
Finally, it transformed into a beam of starlight, soaring through the vast sea of stars that felt both familiar and strange...
Shortly after, Yuan Chenggui, the head of the Shanghai gang in Shinjuku, walked out of the Fenglin Hall looking utterly dejected, like a walking corpse. Then, a modern mother and daughter, whose faces were obscured, left together.
The last one to emerge was Huang Xiuhong, who seemed like a completely different person from head to toe.
"Fist of Fury, Shanghai Beach, Machiko Sakamoto (Fu-Lian Ng)."
The first building in Beibao, Changlefang.
With three rooms below and two above, a total of five private rooms were set up, making Huitian Pavilion a strong contender for the title of "Flower Pavilion Champion".
"Who will we fight next?" Elder Gu Xianniang asked her sisters for advice.
Compared to the Demon Brush's independent decision, the courtesans were finding it difficult to unite and cooperate. Within the Returning Heaven Pavilion, however, they were united in their hatred of the enemy, their momentum soaring like a rainbow.
"The third battle, the same old rules." Princess's strategist Li Huixin relayed Wu Chen's telepathic message: "A righteous ensemble performance."