Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 172: Girl with Sandalwood Scent (4)

Dragon Raja 3

“www.cassell.edu.jp”—Cassell College’s Japanese website—returned “ERROR 404: Page Not Found.”

“www.cassell.org”—the Cassell Foundation’s website—also returned “ERROR 404: Page Not Found.”

Caesar’s typing speed increased, but the screen continued to display the same cold, unyielding message: “ERROR 404: Page Not Found.”

All of the college’s affiliated websites had disappeared, and the Gattuso family’s website was no different. Caesar tried logging into the American Express website to check his black card, but found that the card had been deactivated, with the site stating that his card number didn’t exist.

He tried downloading Skype to make a VoIP call to the college, but the only response was a cold female voice speaking in Japanese, probably telling him the number didn’t exist.

Caesar was dumbfounded. For the first time in his life, he felt a total loss of identity. Here he was, stranded in a small Japanese town, without food, drink, or money, and completely cut off from headquarters. He had no evidence to prove who he was, and even if he died here, he would just be an anonymous corpse. He suddenly realized that much of his confidence came from his high-standing family, with powerful backers always behind him, ready to clear obstacles. But now, even those backers had vanished. The masterminds behind him must be in a panic, too. The Gattuso family, from top to bottom, must be in complete chaos. In Europe, the Gattuso family held a position equal to royalty, and Caesar’s disappearance would be akin to the crown prince going missing.

In this situation, the Gattuso family would only consider two possibilities: either he was dead, or his freedom had been restricted. Either case would be a severe provocation against the Gattuso family, and they would immediately start formulating a revenge plan.

It was undoubtedly Yamata no Orochi that implemented the network blockade. Yamata no Orochi had a supercomputer similar to Norma, named Kaguya-hime, which could control all networks in Japan, including phones, banks, and the internet.

These Japanese didn’t realize what kind of brutal force they had angered. If Caesar were captured by Somali pirates during his honeymoon and ransom was demanded, the pirates would indeed get the ransom. However, as soon as they released Caesar and began counting the money, they would see Italian Air Force F-16 fighter jets flying low over their heads, dropping deadly incendiary bombs. The Gattuso family was capable of such ruthless and crazy acts. Caesar had no doubt about the character of his family’s elders—they were grim, domineering, and terrifying to the extreme. In short, as long as Caesar couldn’t be found, the family would sharpen their knives. Even though they didn’t yet know who the enemy was, the Gattuso family tradition was simple: sharpen the knives first, and when the enemy is found, it will save time when cutting them down.

In a family that annihilates anyone who opposes them, Caesar was already considered the mild and compassionate one.

There was a knock at the door. Caesar opened it slightly, and the manager stood outside holding a tray, with a slim girl in a red qipao standing behind him. The girl kept her head down, her bangs covering her face, revealing only her slender figure and delicate waist.

Because a woman was present, Caesar’s noble instincts kicked in. Without thinking, he opened the door wider and invited the manager and the girl inside. The tiny room became cramped with three people; they all had to lean against the walls, or their chests would be pressed together.

“Sir, your food,” the manager said, placing the tray on the small table.

There were over a dozen small rice cakes, only slightly larger than chess pieces, arranged on white porcelain plates. Some were adorned with delicate green leaves, while others were decorated with pink floral patterns. Caesar thought to himself, I was asking for food I could actually bite into. Are you expecting me to eat this with my nose?

The girl lifted the front of her qipao and knelt in front of Caesar, placing a beautifully crafted wooden box on the tatami. The manager bowed and quietly left the room. Caesar was a bit confused about what was going on. He looked the girl up and down. The red qipao clung tightly to her young body, and the arms, shoulders, and back of the dress were covered with nothing but a thin layer of black mesh. The high slits revealed fishnet stockings, and she wore white high heels. It was truly a… revealing outfit!

Caesar’s heart sank, Something’s not right with this place!

In the central control room, an eye-catching animation was being played on the big screen, drawing everyone’s attention.

Young girls, sitting or lying seductively, moved provocatively as the mouse hovered over them, wiggling their hips and dancing. This was the homepage of a certain website, with various ads below. Each small block was filled with images of ample chests and shapely hips.

“What is this? Eva, you seem to have opened the wrong program!” Schneider was startled. Such content was inappropriate for the central control room, a place that was supposed to be serious.

“The original manga internet café has closed, and the building was sold to a chain internet café company called Mambo. This is Mambo’s official website. They are an adult internet café, offering special services where female students accompany customers while they browse the internet, along with a feature called ‘boot polishing girls’ for shoe-shining services.” Eva’s voice was flat, as if she were stating a boring scientific theorem. “It could also be considered a softcore pornography internet café. It operates legally according to Japan’s current regulations, but they typically have ties to local gangs.”

Schneider shivered. This meant that Caesar and Chu Zihang might have walked into a place controlled by the yakuza, thinking it was a safe haven.

“Hurry! I need control over that internet café!” Schneider shouted. “Now!”

Caesar had realized something was off. No wonder this internet café felt strange—there was a seductive air to it, and even the women in the ukiyo-e paintings on the walls were half-naked.

The original manga café had vanished for some unknown reason, replaced by a full-blown adult shop! No wonder the icons and wallpapers on the screens were so suggestive. Now there were even real women involved! This wasn’t just an adult shop; it was the ultimate adult shop!

The manager even asked if he wanted a “sleep service.” Had the Japanese really taken this level of wildness to such extreme levels? Were internet cafés now offering sleep services? This kind of cross-industry competition would surely put brothels out of business! Caesar’s mind was spinning.

But now, a beautiful girl knelt before him in an extremely ambiguous situation, and they didn’t even speak the same language. Caesar had no idea what she wanted. He really wished he had a phone so he could record everything as evidence of his innocence. He was in the midst of preparing for a wedding, and his integrity was of utmost importance during this time. He needed to think of a way to politely send this seductive girl away without being rude. A nobleman should never show disdain to a woman, unless she had committed an unforgivable crime like treason, blasphemy, or infanticide… and to be honest, most women would struggle to achieve such monumental sins.

But how could he reject a beautiful woman who had come to his door without hurting her self-esteem? Should he say something like, “Amitabha, it’s a pity I’m a vegetarian monk”? But that was something Lu Mingfei would say—Caesar couldn’t think of anything like that. He racked his brain, but his usual suave pick-up lines wouldn’t be appropriate in this situation. The Japanese-style cubicle was so small that they could hear each other breathing.