Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 224: Men’s Flower Arrangement (7)

Dragon Raja 3

“And that’s just to meet her. If the Tayu took one look at you and felt disgusted, she’d turn around and leave, and all the money you spent would be wasted. Even if she was willing to sit and chat with you, you’d have to sit far away—no touching her hand or anything. You’d have to keep showing off how cultured and charming you are to make her like you. Then the Tayu would leave, and you’d slink back home. If you still wanted to win her over, you’d have to keep paying loads of money while acting all suave. Winning over a Tayu is like winning over a girlfriend, but once you’ve won one, you can’t go after another, and the Tayu won’t refuse any clients except you.” Caesar lifted one leg out of the wooden tub and aggressively smeared on hair removal cream.

“Too sexy, way too sexy!” Lu Mingfei lowered his head and covered his face. “I can’t look! I can’t look!”

“Tomorrow, it’s my turn to put on a show. I’ll be playing Apollo. I’ll be wearing leather shorts and a gold cape, covered in olive oil. Keeping leg hair would make the audience think I’m a furry gorilla.” Caesar picked up a razor. “In any case, we’re like the Tayu among hosts—people with status. The clients will be very respectful, at most crying drunkenly in your arms.”

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment but was still worried. “What if the College finds out I worked as a host in Japan…? Will they dock my credits?”

“How could the College ever know about something like that?” Caesar smiled. “Have you forgotten who’s the leader of this group?”

“It’s you, boss.”

“So when we return to the College, I’ll be the one writing the report about what we did in Japan. I’ll write that we worked at a psychological counseling center to avoid Yamata no Orochi’s search. We chatted with women who came in seeking help, gave them necessary care, and helped them regain hope in life. That, of course, wouldn’t violate any school rules. If we just forget the term ‘host,’ we can think of ourselves as psychological counselors for special women.” Caesar snapped his fingers. “Very reasonable, right? As long as you two don’t sell me out, we’ll all be fine!”

“You’ve totally embraced the role, Basara King!” Lu Mingfei covered his face again. “While I was unconscious, you awakened your inner desires and found your true calling in life, didn’t you?”

“Exactly. From now on, when others are around, call me Basara King. There’s no Caesar, Chu Zihang, or Lu Mingfei here—only Basara King, Ukyo, and Little Sakura.”

“What’s Little Sakura?”

“While you were out cold, we already gave you a stage name—Sakura, which translates to Little Sakura in Chinese.”

Chu Zihang put down his newspaper, stood up, and pulled out a long, black-sheathed sword from the bath.

“Even bringing a sword to bathe—you’re really channeling the vibe of a wandering samurai from the Sengoku era,” Caesar took the opportunity to mock his rival.

“Hiding here as hosts isn’t the only option, right, Caesar?” Chu Zihang said calmly. “You’ve been keeping some things from us.”

“What do you mean?” Caesar frowned.

“Both you and I have trained in wilderness survival, and we have weapons. With our skills, even without food, we could survive for over three months in the mountains of Kobe. You’re an excellent hunter.” Chu Zihang walked over to the showerhead, using cold water to rinse his overheated body, as if quenching a blade with cold water. “You insisted on staying at Takamagahara because it’s close to Genji Heavy Industries, just two streets away. You weren’t looking for a hideout but a base for a counterattack. You don’t really want to disappear.”

Caesar was silent for a moment, then smiled and leaned back against the tub. “Yes, you’re right. Who was it that said your opponent understands you better than you understand yourself?”

“When HQ arrives in Tokyo, they’ll take over everything, and we’ll be sent back to the College. You’ll be sent to Rome to reassure your family that you’re unharmed. But that’s not what you want.”

“Yamata no Orochi made a mistake in front of me,” Caesar’s face was expressionless. “They will pay for it.”

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood. Death might just be a sad event for regular people, but for someone as proud as Caesar, it was a humiliation—one that must be avenged. The red-armored soldiers were clearly under Yamata no Orochi’s command, and they had crossed Caesar’s bottom line.

“Boss, stop overthinking it,” Lu Mingfei sighed. “You’ve already done your best to protect Miss Makoto; it’s just that accidents happen.”

“Accidents? No. In the Gattuso family, there’s no such thing as an accident. Accidents are just excuses for cowards.” Caesar stood up from the tub, grabbing his Desert Eagle, sealed in a waterproof bag.

Lu Mingfei finally got it. Both Caesar and Chu Zihang knew that this host club, so close to Genji Heavy Industries, was far from a safe hideout. That’s why these two lunatics even brought weapons to bathe. To them, working as hosts wasn’t exactly fun; it was just an ignoble chapter in their lives. But neither of them had backed down, because they were both men who couldn’t tolerate deceit or failure. From the moment they set foot on land, they had been planning their revenge.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. Caesar tossed the Desert Eagle to Chu Zihang, and within a second, Chu Zihang, armed, hid behind a carved wooden screen. Caesar wrapped himself in a towel and went to open the door.

Standing outside was Fujiwara Kansuke, once hailed as the most handsome man in the sumo world. He had his hair styled in a traditional samurai topknot and wore a striped kimono with the characters “Fūrinkazan” boldly inked on the chest. At this moment, Fujiwara Kansuke no longer looked like a wobbling mass of fat, nor was he the sleazy man in drag they’d seen earlier. The forearm that peeked out from his sleeve was as muscular as a calf’s leg, and his broad face was devoid of any expression, his eyes fixed on Caesar. The murderous aura was palpable, and Lu Mingfei could suddenly imagine this man grabbing his opponent by the belt and hurling him out of the sumo ring. This host club was truly full of hidden masters!

“Ten minutes. Get ready. The manager wants to see you,” Fujiwara Kansuke said in English, then closed the door.

“An interview? That was fast,” Caesar glanced at Chu Zihang behind the screen.

The door opened again, and Fujiwara Kansuke was back: “Bring Little Sakura. The manager wants to interview him as well.”

Lu Mingfei shuddered in the steaming tub, “Are you kidding me? It’s too soon! I haven’t even left the beginner’s village yet!”

“The first thing you need to learn about Takamagahara is that no one dares disobey the manager,” Caesar said. “He’s the man with the title of ‘Whale.’”

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