Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 122 First Class

"Thank you very much, Ms. Hoshina Hanami, and the group "Broken Wings"! Even I couldn't help singing along to the song "Sakura"..."

"Unfortunately, the next part is not the 'encore' part, but the scoring part."

"Dear audience, please give the judges a little time..."

Amid thunderous applause and calls of "encore", the host walked onto the stage with a hoarse voice.

"H-How is it, Xia Jun... Did I... Did I sing better than before?"

On the stage, when the three of them bowed side by side, Hoshina Hanami, who had not yet recovered her breath, asked Xia Fan with a gasp.

"Of course, not only are the feelings purer than before, but the typhoon is also much brighter, like a rain of cherry blossoms beating on people's hearts..."

Xia Fan murmured his praise without reservation.

After more than a month of street singing, Hoshina Hanami's live performance of "Sakura" has been transformed. Today's stage performance has surpassed the "full score performance" on the day of the competition.

"What about him? How did he sing?"

"Kurokawa Tsubasa" on the other side pouted her red lips in a resentful manner and nudged Xia Fan with her elbow.

"Squad leader Horie sang in a different, more intense and passionate style, a version of 'Sakura' that I have never heard before, but which is equally beautiful."

Looking at her coquettish expression that said "Don't think about leaving the stage if you don't praise me", Xia Fan replied with a wry smile.

"The rating results are out..."

“The judges believed that, apart from Ms. Hoshina Hanami’s touching and perfect singing, the keyboardist of “Broken Wings” performed at an impeccable professional level, and the lead singer skillfully used his strong basic skills to perform “Sakura” in a more passionate style…”

"The final score of the second round of eliminations for "Broken Wings" is 9.8 points!"

A minute later, the host excitedly announced the scoring results, and the entire stadium once again burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"Then, Xia Fan, I'll leave first..."

"Well, you've worked hard today. You've been a great help."

At the exit passage, Xing Ming Hana reluctantly said goodbye to Xia Fan.

The white "nanny car" had already been parked quietly outside the door.

"We didn't get to have dinner together last time. Let's get together someday when we are free..."

Hoshina Hanami's eyes were full of grievance, and it seemed that he wanted to say something...

"Oh no! Those guys from the 'Sakura Guard' are here!"

"Hurry up, Hanami! If you don't leave now, it will take at least three hours for us to take photos and sign autographs!"

After putting away their filming equipment, Yoshihide Higashino and Ryoko Tachibana opened the car door and shouted loudly towards the entrance.

"Go now, let's make an appointment for dinner later, I'll treat you!"

Xia Fan smiled helplessly and waved at the other party.

"Well, it's settled!"

Hoshina Hanami nodded vigorously and got into the car.

The car door slammed shut, and the white nanny car took off with wild momentum and disappeared in the direction of the school gate.

"Hanami...my Hanami!!!"

"Damn it, I was just a few seconds late. I missed it, wuwuwuwuwu!"

Only the belated "Sakura Guards" were left crying in the dust and exhaust gas.

"Advisor Xia Fan's performance has ended. All units, please report the situation."

In the green belt of the gymnasium, Inspector Higurashi, dressed as a cleaner and wearing a baseball cap, was silently watching the exit passage.

"Everything is normal with the rooftop team."

"Everything is normal in the background group."

"Everything is normal with the field team." "The mobile team is in place, ready to secretly escort Consultant Xia Fan off the scene."

The agents' reports sounded in an orderly manner on the headset communication channel.

"Understood. We must not let our guard down until Takenaka Masahiro is caught."

Inspector Higurashi had a complicated expression and sighed.

After the auditions, the guard force of Section 9 seemed to be evacuated, but in fact they retained the most elite personnel and moved into the dark to prevent the escaped "Inagawa Group" leader Takenaka Masahiro from counterattacking.

For now, it would be good if the second round of competition went smoothly, but when he thought about the large amount of manhunt for Takenaka Masahiro in the future, he felt a little anxious.

……

Kanagawa Prefecture, Yokohama City, Yokohama Port.

A large motorboat with eight motors illegally installed at the stern of the ship was "flying" over the dark sea at a speed of more than 90 kilometers per hour.

The motorboat, known as "Da Fei" and often used to smuggle pig's trotters, was packed with five or six men, who were lying on the side of the boat and vomiting violently because of the excessive speed.

At the most bumpy stern, a burly man in a suit and tie sat alone, silently gazing at the brightly lit port at the rear.

If the detectives from Section 9 were here, they would definitely recognize that this man is the one they are looking for in the entire 11th District, the head of the Tokyo branch of the Inagawa Group, Akagami's "agent", Takenaka Masahiro.

The speed of the motorboat slowed down as the light of the harbor was completely swallowed up by the horizon.

"Stop vomiting, piggies. We're on the high seas."

The sailor who was steering the boat said this with disdain.

In front of the motorboat, a medium-sized cargo ship with signs in Indian language was waiting there quietly.

The people on the freighter threw down a rope ladder, and the men on the motorboat climbed up one by one.

Several dark-skinned Indian sailors armed with AKs were already waiting on the deck.

"It will take the ship half a month to reach South Asia. These are your 'daily necessities' during this time."

A strong Indian sailor, speaking a broken version of the District 11 dialect, threw small, smelly buckets filled with canned food and bottled water in front of the men.

"Canned food... water... compressed biscuits... do we have to hold out for half a month?"

"This bucket stinks, what is it for?"

One of the men took a look at the contents of the bucket and complained in disgust.

"Food and water are enough to ensure that you don't starve to death. You have to stay in the warehouse for the next few days and you can't come out. This bucket is of course for you to use when you need it urgently."

"Hey, be frugal. Last time, a guy came out and got beaten half to death by his cellmates..."

The sailor explained with a smile.

"What, you've made us spend so many days just to solve it with a bucket?!"

"Where's the paper? Not even toilet paper?"

While those people were still complaining, another sailor patted his waist with a grim look on his face and said, "It's good to have a bucket. We do it with our hands. What do you want paper for?"

"If you are not satisfied with the conditions on board, you can get off at any time, but the ticket will not be refunded."

There, there was a black pistol.

"Fine……"

"Sorry, we'll be more frugal."

The men's faces turned pale, and they obediently picked up the barrels that had been used countless times and walked into the cargo hold below the deck.

"Hey, I'm not like those guys. I paid extra for first class."

Takenaka Masahiro, who was the last one to fall, did not move and spoke in a deep voice to the sailor.

(End of this chapter)