Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 133 Trip to Taiwan
But the customer service manager was still standing at the door, mumbling something in Japanese to the women.

After saying this, the women all shouted "Hi" and then stood in a row beside the bathing area in front of Su Hanze. All of them had smiles on their faces, trying their best to show off their charm to Su Hanze.

Su Hanze only glanced at the group of women and quickly said something that surprised the confident service manager standing at the door.

“No, your place is expensive, but the quality is really not that good.

I am so disappointed! "

"gentlemen!"

The service manager almost stepped into the private bathing room, but perhaps because of the rules, he immediately took his foot back.

His tone was still respectful, but there was obvious impatience on his face.

"Sir, are you really here to spend money?"

"Do you think I'm here to cause trouble?
If this is your Xiliucuo, which claims to be the only Songtang bathing service in Taipei City, I advise you to close it early!
What kind of rubbish dares to drive to Taipei City and embarrass itself?!"

Just when the service manager was about to explode, Su Hanze's next words completely silenced him.

"Well, to prevent you from thinking that I'm here to cause trouble, you can take my card later and give each of these girls NT$10,000 as their appearance fee.

I think NT$10,000 should be enough. Your time is not so precious, is it?"

The service manager's face regained its previous expression of reverence, but on second thought, he began to feel troubled again.

"Sir, but the girl in our place... has really..."

"Are you sure? I heard that your Xiliucuo place would send some public relations to Taiwan's political arena from time to time to accompany drinking?

I came to your place specially, can't I use my money to see the top-notch stuff?"

The customer service manager swallowed hard. He finally understood that the young man sitting cross-legged in the bathhouse came prepared today.

In any case, those who know that they are supplying Japanese public relations to Taiwan’s political circles must not be ordinary rich people.

Service managers are especially good at observing people’s words and expressions.

He saw that Su Hanze in front of him had an extraordinary bearing and was quite young. He might be a second-generation rich man from some prominent family.

He did not dare to delay and immediately called out all the Japanese girls who were available for pick-up.

Only after all the women had left did he bow deeply to Su Hanze.

"Sir, the request you made is not something I can decide.

I kindly ask you to wait here for a moment if it is convenient for you.

I need to inform our boss and she will come and make arrangements for you personally!"

This move was exactly what Su Hanze wanted, but he still acted impatient.

He urged: "Then please hurry up, I don't have much time!
You know, no matter how great the interest is, it will be worn away by time, so don't delay me for too long!"

"Yes!"

After hurriedly leaving the bathhouse, the service manager did not dare to delay for a moment.

He turned around and went up to the eighth floor, and knocked on the door of an elegantly designed kendo room.

"Ms. Watanabe, are you asleep?"

"Tan Chengjun, what's the matter so late?"

“Ms. Watanabe, we have an unusual guest at the bathhouse tonight.

He looked at all the prostitutes in our Songtang Bathhouse, but unfortunately, none of these vulgar women caught his eye. "

"Oh?"

Following a questioning tone, the swordsman's door was slowly opened.

What appeared before the eyes of the customer service manager named Tan Cheng was a martial arts room with a Japanese dojo style.

Mieko Watanabe has medium-length hair of her normal age and a flawless face that looks as delicate as a baby's.

This is a perfect woman, she is wearing a white kendo robe and her breasts are half-soft.

Her delicate oval face and slender and well-proportioned figure are extremely beautiful.

Tan Chengli, who is 1.7 meters tall, actually looks half a head shorter than her.

It is worth mentioning that this beautiful body is inappropriately matched with a pair of domineering eyes.

Tan Cheng didn't dare to look his boss in the eye, and just answered with his head down.

"Ms. Watanabe, the guest needs a socialite provided by the Yamaguchi-gumi to accompany him downstairs.

I think this guest seems to be of great importance, so I dare not act on my own, so I went upstairs to ask Miss Watanabe for instructions. "

"The guest you mentioned, was he really not sent by the Taiwanese community to cause trouble?"

"Probably not. Judging from his accent, he doesn't seem to be a local.

Moreover, there are very few young celebrities in Taiwan who have such an introverted temperament as him.

The most important thing is that the Citibank black card he provided when he came to consume with us requires a formal industry assessment before he is eligible to obtain it.

In other words, even if this guest is here to cause trouble, he may be someone who is not easy to mess with."

"You mean a young man is coming? What does he look like?"

"Extraordinarily handsome, and imposing!"

"Interesting, Tan Chengjun. Do you mean that I need to go down and meet him?"

"That's not what I meant, Ms. Watanabe."

Tan Cheng moistened his throat and continued, "I am seeking your opinion, can we bring the socialite from Nara downstairs to keep her company?

I vaguely feel that it would be better for us not to offend this guest!"

"Baga! Tan Chengjun, do you want your tongue cut off?!"

thump--

Following a roar from Mieko Watanabe, Tan Cheng immediately fell to his knees.

Mieko Watanabe glanced at Tan Cheng coldly, then sneered.

“Tan Chengjun, you are my most capable assistant in Taipei City, but I hope you will always remember this.

The ladies of Nara are not people you can just control!
I will forgive you this time today, but if it happens again, I will make you kneel down in front of the mirror and see with your own eyes what it would be like to have your tongue pulled out by the roots!"

Tan Cheng was already sweating profusely.

He lowered his head even lower and quickly replied, "I understand, Miss Mieko! I'll go downstairs right away and send this guest away!"

"Call me Watanabe!"

Mieko Watanabe glanced at Tan Cheng coldly again and then said.

“But we are opening our doors to do business in Taipei City, and I don’t want to offend any potential forces.

Since you are so impressed with this guest, take me down now. I want to meet this guest in person."

"Yes!"

Tan Cheng quickly stood up, turned around with his head down, and led the way for Watanabe Mieko.

When they arrived at the A08 gate of Songyu Bathhouse, Watanabe Mieko shouted at Tan Cheng to leave, then stretched out her slender hand and pushed open the wooden door of the bathhouse.

After entering the room, Watanabe Mieko's expression had changed into a pure smile of a guest. Her eyes, which were full of oppression, were now curved into a half-moon.

"Dear guest, excuse me for disturbing you. Is there anything we cannot serve you well?"

Su Hanze's gaze immediately shot over like an arrow shot from a bow.

"Well, if they had called you here earlier, this wouldn't have been such a hassle!"

He was not sure whether the woman in front of him was the Mieko Watanabe he was looking for, or whether the service manager had really brought those specially provided PR celebrities over.

So he spoke out to test it.

The hot air made Watanabe Mieko blush as she had just finished studying kendo.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she pulled the hem of her robe down, and the ravine on her chest still showed crystal clear beads of sweat.

"Sir, I think you misunderstood. I..."

"come over!"

Without waiting for Watanabe Mieko to finish her words, Su Hanze called Watanabe Mieko over in an unquestionable tone.

Watanabe Mieko was a little surprised, but she still did not refuse. She gave Su Hanze an even deeper smile and sat cross-legged opposite the tatami.

Su Hanze spoke again: "You just said that I misunderstood. What did I misunderstand?"

“Sir, I am not the prostitute you are looking for.

As the owner of this bathhouse, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for the poor service provided by our bathhouse.

Excuse me, may I know your name?"

Su Hanze smiled lightly and slowly put down his hands that were on his knees.

He asked back: "I am very interested in you now. Before I tell you my name, I wonder if you can tell me your name?"

"Of course, my name is Mieko Watanabe, and I'm the owner of Xiliucuo. Everyone in Taipei should know this."

Mieko Watanabe tilted her head, like a coquettish girl, showing her lovely look.

Su Hanze's face darkened at that moment.

There was a ferocious look in his eyes, and then he sneered, "Ms. Mieko, my name is Su Hanze!

If you have any impression, you should remember that a few days ago, you sent a killer to Hong Kong Island to assassinate me!"

Mieko's face suddenly changed. Almost at the moment when Su Hanze finished speaking, she raised her leg, took out a shiny dagger from behind her waist, and stabbed towards Su Hanze's throat!

She moved very quickly, and it was obvious that this smooth assassination technique was the result of years of practice and refinement.

If an ordinary person sat in front of her, he might not have time to react before his neck artery was pierced by her sharp dagger.

But in Su Hanze's eyes, her movements were still too slow!
click-

It was the sound of bones breaking.

When Watanabe Mieko's dagger was still three inches away from Su Hanze's throat, Su Hanze's right hand had already clamped Watanabe Mieko's right wrist tightly.

Su Hanze exerted force with his right palm, and Watanabe Mieko's right wrist broke. She immediately fell over in pain. As Su Hanze pulled hard, he dragged her whole body off the tatami and fell into Su Hanze's arms.

Su Hanze did not stop at all. He picked up the dagger that fell on the tatami with his free left hand, and stabbed it in the left arm of Watanabe Mieko with his backhand.

"what--"

No matter how beautiful a woman is, the sound of her screams will not be pleasant to hear.

Su Hanze pulled the dagger out of her left arm, and then slid it up along her chest until it touched Watanabe Mieko's snow-white neck.

"Ms. Mieko, if you still want to live, tell me what is your relationship with Longjiang Hotel?"

Mieko tried her best to suppress her painful expression. She half-lay in front of Su Hanze, her arrogant eyes still sizing up Su Hanze's slightly sarcastic face with hatred.

But obviously, she had no intention of explaining this to Su Hanze.

Su Hanze smiled disapprovingly and said, "We all come from a society, you should know that since I dare to come to you, I must have a way to make you speak.

I hope you can tell the truth, which will save me a lot of trouble and save you from unnecessary suffering."

As he spoke, Su Hanze's dagger slid to Mieko's face again, and he pressed, "So Miss Mieko, can you tell me the truth?"

"idiot!"

Mieko only uttered an icy curse, and then her expression began to become particularly resentful.

Su Hanze suddenly felt that something was wrong. He immediately stretched out his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and pinched both sides of Mieko's jaw.

hum-

With a little force, Mieko's jaw was dislocated by Su Hanze like a toy.

"Bitch! If you want to die, I can make your death more painful!"

Su Hanze reached his hand into her mouth and searched around. Sure enough, he found a capsule-shaped poison bag behind her upper molars.

The Japanese societies that are obsessed with Bushido are indeed sick. Who would have thought that serious society members would hide poison in their mouths at all times, ready to commit suicide at any time?

If even the daughter of the Yamaguchi-gumi section chief is like this, let alone those low-level henchmen.

For a moment, Su Hanze understood why the killer who drove the dump truck into him couldn't open his mouth no matter how hard he tried.

After throwing away the poison bag, Su Hanze used the bone-setting method to close Watanabe Mieko's jaw again.

But the dagger in his left hand was not idle either. With a sudden force, he cut a gash on Watanabe Mieko's chest.

"what--"

The gurgling blood dyed the white Taoist robe red, flowed down the smooth floor into the bathtub, and dyed the loose water on the shore a deep red.

At this time, the sound of rustling footsteps could be heard outside.

bang-

The door was pushed open by someone. It was the same service manager from before. He was standing at the door in fear with seven or eight sturdy thugs.

"Guest! Please calm down!"

He almost fell to his knees.

It was only after he persuaded Mieko Watanabe to go downstairs.

If she died here, one could imagine what consequences she would face.

"Tan Cheng! Notify Suzuki-kun immediately and tell him not to let this bastard go no matter what!"

Mieko Watanabe suppressed the soreness in her mouth and shouted loudly to Tan Cheng.

Su Hanze's face became increasingly gloomy.

He already knew that it was impossible to get any useful information from this woman.

So he stabbed the dagger in his hand into Watanabe Mieko's throat cleanly and neatly.

Su Hanze did not pull out the dagger until the five-inch-long handle was against Watanabe Mieko's throat.

A stream of bright red blood gushed out from Watanabe Mieko's neck.

Like a shower of blood, ripples appeared in the steaming hot bath.

(End of this chapter)