Time goes back to the day before, the place - Tokyo, in the most expensive skyscraper in Ginza, the 25-year-old mother of the top club "Wafenglan", Sakuraju Sakurako, is looking down at the prosperity under her feet.

This is one of Sakurako's many properties in Tokyo. As the most successful female publicist in Ginza, Sakurako's experience can be called a legend in Ginza. At the age of 20, Sakurako, who was still an English student at Dongda University, stepped into the world of Ginza female public relations for the first time because of debt problems. It only took a year after that, Sakurako had her first high-end club in Ginza - Hefeng Lan. The hardships involved are absolutely unimaginable.

Unlike most of the female public relations in Ginza, Sakurako has always adhered to her own principles. He never goes out with guests, just relying on his personal temperament and extraordinary conversation, as well as his language talent proficient in 12 languages, is enough to make the guests who spend a lot of money rush to Sakurako. Men are cheap, and sometimes the more they can't get, the better they are. Sakurako is familiar with this truth and plays with those men in applause, and has never missed a beat.

But this time, Sakurako is really in big trouble. Hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom abruptly stopped, Sakurako couldn't help frowning. Looking at the delicate face reflected in the glass of the skyscraper, Sakurako reluctantly made a difficult decision.

"Hey, why are you still like this? Hurry up and take a shower! I don't want to waste such a rare opportunity!" A fierce-looking man came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, wiping himself with a towel in his hands. Wet hair. The man's exposed skin was almost completely covered in tattoos, and from the missing little finger on his right hand, it could be seen that this guy should be an important member of a gang.

"Mr. Mukaishima, if I pay you a lot of money, can you leave my house now?" Sakurako still didn't turn around. She closed her eyes and pleaded with Kenji Shima for the last time to the most powerful gang organization in the Ginza area, the young master of the Mukaijima group.

"Ah? You actually want to pay me money, although I also love money, no amount of money can make me give up on you..."

Kenji Mukaijima walked behind Sakurako step by step. He stood behind Sakurako and looked up and down at Sakurako's graceful figure. Even if he was wearing a thick Chanel custom coat, he could still see Sakurako. Beautiful curves of the body. Kenji Xiangjima couldn't help but leaned up and sniffed Sakurako's hair deeply. The hair was mixed with a scent unique to a woman, and Kenji Xiangjima felt that his heart was about to jump out.

He couldn't wait any longer. Mukojima, who had been aroused by Sakurako's original male desire, took Sakurako into his arms. Wandering around Sakurako's sensitive parts, her mouth made a beast-like gasp.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Sakurako's eyes, and Mukojima noticed Sakurako's tears. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick the falling teardrop, and then his hands began to rudely tore Sakurako's clothes.

At the moment when Mukaijima was extremely intoxicated, something cold suddenly pulled off the guide's bathrobe and pressed it firmly against the guide's chest.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Sakurako took a deep breath, trying her best to control her anger at being humiliated. The gun in Sakurako's hand was taken out of the purse that she was carrying when she was going to take a bath just now.

Mukaijima involuntarily took a step back, but he just glanced at the gun in Sakurako's hand and smiled maliciously.

"Hey, Mama-san, I just found a little bit of feeling, and I was so screwed up by you, can't you honestly let me be your first man?"

"Don't come here, I'll really shoot!" Sakurako pointed the gun at Mukaijima in horror, but she still hoped that Mukaijima would get out of the way and get out of her apartment quickly.

"Shoot? Aren't you afraid of the sound of gunfire attracting attention? If I am killed, you will be put in prison. Is it really good for such a beautiful beauty to keep her great youth in prison?"

Mukaijima still looked at Sakurako unwillingly, while he used his words to comfort Sakurako, he was waiting for an opportunity to seize the gun from Sakurako's hand.

Sakurako pointed the gun at Mukaijima vigilantly, and slowly turned to the sofa by the window as he moved. Sakurako glanced at the pillow on the sofa, and then she picked up the pillow with one hand, before the muzzle of the gun.

"Ah..." Sakurako closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

After a muffled sound, goose feathers flew up in front of Sakurako. I saw a ray of fire splashing from the stairs in the far side of the room, and Mukaijima, who instinctively dodged and avoided, managed to recover.

"You stinky **** who doesn't know how to lift up!"

Xiangjima was furious and rushed towards Sakurako angrily, trying to **** the gun from Sakurako's hand while Sakurako was still in shock. Sakurako and Mukaijima soon competed together.

"boom!"

Another gunshot~lightnovelpub.net~ A piece of blood was sprayed on the wool carpet in front of the bed. The vicious Mukaijima slowly slumped onto the white carpet as if his soul had been suddenly siphoned off.

Sakurako was still in shock, gasping for breath. Her face and body were covered in blood. Seeing Mukaijima lying on the ground, Sakurako threw the gun aside helplessly and in fear.

How to do? Did you actually kill yourself? What should we do now?

Just when Yingzi was terrified and at a loss, the voice of a phone suddenly came from the room. Yingzi was startled by the sudden sound of the phone. She followed the voice and slowly found the phone, but found that it was My friend, Erika, who is also a female publicist in Ginza, called.

"Mama-san, are you at home?"

"At... ah, no... not at all!" Sakurako said somewhat at a loss.

"Oh! Mom, didn't you forget? Didn't we agree to take the plane tomorrow morning to go to Aomori for a ski vacation together, and then fly to South Korea? I still want to stay at your house tonight, so we can leave together tomorrow. !"

"Ah, I'm really sorry, I'm stuck on something now, I really can't get out of it, so let's go, Eri-chan, I have a private room at the Prince Hotel nearby, you can stay here first, I'll go tomorrow morning Looking for you. Just report my name directly at the front desk, by the way, are you wearing the Chanel trench coat that I bought with you yesterday?" Sakurako asked suddenly.

"Of course, didn't we agree? People say we have sisters, so of course good sisters will wear the same style..."

"Eri-chan, see you tomorrow!" Sakurako's mouth showed a smug smile.

"Next... As long as the police don't find the body, it's fine!" Sakurako said to herself secretly.