Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Tokyo, a bustling city that never sleeps.

Whether it is day or night, there are countless stories... good and bad, all staged joys and sorrows in this city.

Taketori Che sat in the car, lying on the steering wheel like a cartilaginous animal without a backbone, without any energy to speak of.However, even such a gesture without ladylike manners was done very well by her.

The reason lies in her face - a typical mixed face of East and West.

This is not to say that as long as they are of mixed race, they will look good, but Taketori Che definitely belongs to the kind of "mixed race who are born to look good".She has deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. At first glance, she looks like a foreign girl with profound features, but if you look closely, you can find delicate traces of orientals on this face.

She was so bored that she combed her short brown hair with her hand as a comb, and then glanced at the rear mirror, where the light blue pupils were clearly visible.While feeling the gusts of cold wind from the inferior air conditioner, this person was thinking about when the target would walk out of the building in front of him.

There was a reason why Taketori Che was so impatient.

——Because the first episode of this month's new program "My Sister Can't Be a Boy" will be broadcast on time at 11 o'clock tonight, this two-stinging ape creature deliberately bought a member of the exclusive video website in advance, just waiting to kill it Watch the first wave of enthusiasm.

She recalled that the founder of the Danmaku website swore in the past: "We will never charge users a penny! Our small site uses love to generate electricity!"

Unexpectedly, a year later, the website launched a membership fee program with a complete system, which really makes people laugh.

Alas, the good life of a beautiful girl should do something meaningful instead of waiting for a bald man here.The girl thought secretly.

Yoshida Yu, in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a withdrawn and taciturn violinist in the orchestra. He is diligent and never makes mistakes.But in the eyes of others—such as Taketori Che's perception, he is completely a Grandet-style devil.

Tonight's show is finally over.

When seeing the first audience walk out of the concert hall, the invertebrate creature lying on the steering wheel couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Hurry up, she's still rushing back to catch up!

Not long after, Taketori Che saw a middle-aged violinist in a black dress carrying a piano case walking down the stone steps, mingling among the crowd leaving the venue, the other party seemed inconspicuous.

Taketori Che immediately honked his horn at him, turned on high beams, and the white lights flickered back and forth.

"Beep!"

The screeching horn of the broken Honda car startled the people nearby, but the girl with short hair didn't care at all, because Yoshida Yu had already looked over.

When the middle-aged man saw the car and the occupants, he immediately turned around and walked over naturally. After getting in the car, he casually mentioned his home address—Taketori Che used to go to his place for food when he was the poorest. Helping with housework is simply too familiar.But his natural posture now made Taketori Che seem like a Didi driver waiting for him here.

This old man is really shameless.

"Let me tell you, there is a fee for taking my car." Taketori Che skillfully pulled out a meter that was broken off from a taxi and stuck it on the front of the car. The small machine began to calculate the fare, while Yoshida sitting in the back seat laughed.

"You and I are still so clear about what to do?" He said falsely.

"If you don't know clearly, I was sold by you to work in a black factory in Africa when I was 14 years old." The girl rolled her eyes angrily.

"That's your master's entrustment, he asked me to take good care of you." The middle-aged man was still smiling, but he looked quite greasy in the rear-view mirror, "Wait, your appearance here means that the goods have been... "

"It's solved. The body is in the rear compartment. It was shot in the head, bang, it's terrible."

"As the person who did it, why do you pretend to be afraid and say such a thing?" Yoshida Yu asked her, "Ache, you are not sixteen this year, right?"

"16 years and four months." She lazily put her hands on the steering wheel, "But don't forget, bald man, I was raised by war mercenaries, and killing people is like breathing to me." It's as easy as eating."

"I have hair! Don't call me bald!" Yoshida Yu, whose focus was completely wrong, stroked the few remaining hairs on the top of his head angrily, and then asked Taketori aggressively, "By the way, why don't you Start the ignition? Your meter has already counted me [-] yen on the spot."

"I'm only 16, uncle, and you haven't taken the driver's license test yet, so you expect minors to drive illegally?"

"The crazy killer who committed five serial murders in Tokyo for more than half a month was found within three days and the madman who was shot in the head is still there claiming that he can't drive illegally?" He kicked the driver's seat. The back of the chair was made of leather, and he said very rudely, "Hurry up and drive! My daughter's 8th birthday is today, and I promised to go back to celebrate her."

Taketori Che raised his eyebrows, shifted into gear nonchalantly, and released the handbrake.The car started smoothly.

"Happy birthday to Xiaomei for me, that child has taken a solid and powerful step towards the realm of old age."

"My daughter was cursed like this by you bastard before she reached puberty... Where is the gift you gave her?" The father still asked shamelessly.

"Aren't headless corpses in the trunk enough?"

Yoshida Yu was shocked: "Give the dead body of a perverted killer as a birthday present to an eight-year-old child, you are simply insane."

"Thank you." The mixed-race girl was very polite, and she thought she was polite.

Just as soon as the theater came out, there was a red light on the road ahead. She stopped the car temporarily along the driveway and asked him enthusiastically: "Since you don't like other people's corpses, how about using your own? I'll turn around and kill you now." They dragged you to the wilderness to murder you, chopped you into different shapes, packed them and sent them to Xiaomei—to ensure that the child can spend an unforgettable birthday party! Ahahaha!"

Yoshida Yu stared blankly at the mixed-race girl, as if looking at a new psycho killer.

Taketori Che didn't continue to scare him: "Tsk, I was joking with you, why did you take it seriously?"

"No... I just thought you could do this kind of thing, and I'm still thinking about who to leave the inheritance to."

"Leave it to me, leave it to me!" Taketori Che shamelessly signed up impatiently, "I will protect your wife and children forever!"

"It's because of people like you that I can't die with peace!" Yoshida Yu cursed loudly, "Go! The green light is on!"

That's right.

After all, the cars lining up behind were already honking their horns impatiently.

After finally calming down, Baldy Yoshida suddenly asked her while swiping his phone: "Ache, have you been busy lately?"

The mixed-race girl was very modest: "Fortunately, as a well-known underage mercenary [SpongeBob SquarePants] in the industry, my usual work is not very busy."

He blinked and asked, "Do you want to make yourself more famous? How about joining our department..."

Taketori Che laughed loudly: "Baldy, are you selling Amway again?"

"You don't come to greet my hair!"

"Hey, that's what I say, if you have the ability, give me a bonus."

"........."

When it comes to the issue of bonuses, this Grandet is shamefully silent.

Taketori Che glanced at Yoshida Yu who pretended nothing happened through the rear mirror, and shook his head in his heart: Want to sell Amway?I see you want to fart faster!Oh, let the defeated dog run away with its tail between its legs in a desperate manner like this!

In fact, Taketori knew that Yoshida Yu belonged to a peripheral member of a secret department in this country, but this middle-aged dog received three salaries - from the superior department, from the band, and...her commission.

He is Taketori Che's "working" manager, who specializes in helping this guy take orders and earn a little money.Before her master left Japan, he threw the little girl to this guy, and then sold him to South America to grow avocados.

To be honest, Taketori Che couldn't figure out why Master was obsessed with this kind of game. He thought he was Rayleigh, the king of the underworld?If you have no money, sell it to the Tianlong people.

At this time, Taketori Che heard the greasy man behind him continue nagging: "...the bonus is impossible, and you didn't join our department, so where did you get the bonus? Besides, I know you have been Very short of money, you can do anything for money these years."

"At least I didn't kill you."

Yoshida Yu glared at the bastard girl, and then said: "New job, let me know?"

"You say it."

Taketori Che replied as if he was listening to the car radio.

"I have an order in hand to help the robbed private bank find the robbers before the police, because some things in it are inconvenient to be exposed to the authorities. The reward is 200 million yen... Are you interested?"

"Don't ask me about sending beggars." While driving, her mind was full of tonight's new show.

"Then you are not interested in finding the missing expensive famous dog for the rich woman."

"Haha, I prefer to eat dog meat stew rather than looking for dogs."

"The International Black Organization issued a high bounty to capture an undercover agent in their organization, who is said to be from MI[-]..."

"Are there any normal and dedicated criminals in their organization?" Taketori Che curled his lips, "Don't mess with me, bald man, those guys from the winery caused a lot of trouble, I know you want me to be overwhelmed and then ask You call for help and finally join your department..."

Yoshida Yu smiled awkwardly, and she could imagine the embarrassment on the middle-aged man's face without turning her head.

Happy times always pass quickly, and seeing the familiar corner appear in the field of vision, Taketori realized that he was approaching his home.

Suddenly, a new task popped up on Yoshida Yu's internal website.

"Hey, Ache, here's an order, I think it's suitable for you."

"What?"

"The Ghost Whale Gang, a foreign force that has been popular in Yokohama in recent years, has issued a reward order - to take the head of the new leader of the port mafia that just became a month ago."

"To deal with Hong Kong gangsters? Don't, it's very troublesome to change the vest."

"Your master owes gambling debts again, and the bill has already been sent to your home." Yoshida Yu whispered in her ear, as resentful as a hairless Sadako.

Taketori Che hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "How much does Master owe?"

"One hundred million," he said, "dollars."

Even though she is as cool as her, at this moment there is a burst of unfilial thoughts of killing the teacher in her heart.

"Damn it! Sooner or later, I'm going to play disco on this old gambler's grave!" Taketori Che scolded unbearably, "How much does this ghost whale help?"

"5000 million US dollars. The port mafia has suppressed them for years, and the turmoil brought about by the recent change of leaders has given them new opportunities."

"I'll take the order! Let the leader of the mafia clean his neck and wait for death!!"