Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 94 Free is the most expensive
"Mr. Satake is receiving guests. Please wait for a moment."

The woman knelt at the end of the dance hall and bowed slightly to show her apology. She was wearing a kimono and had a soft appearance, which was out of place in the dance hall. She looked like a decent young woman who had strayed into a brothel.

Normally, this little sheep would attract a bunch of hyenas, but there was a vacuum within five meters around her, and no one dared to approach. Behind her stood a metal door, and through the round glass window, she could see two men with ferocious faces staring at Fushimi Shika and Kazama Takusai.

It's like going into a dangerous place, but you can't even get through the door. It can be said that you have failed in your mission.

There was no choice but to find a seat at the bar. Fushimi Shika suggested ordering a drink, after all, it would be disrespectful to the boss if they didn't buy anything. Kazama Takusai wanted to refuse, but the bartender handed him the drink list before he could say anything.

“Hawaiian tropical grass skirt craft beer…what is this?”

Fushimi Shika flipped through the wine list, his eyes fell on the most expensive item, and he couldn't help asking the bartender, "Could it be that two pretty girls wearing grass skirts and twisting their waists, holding large glasses of malt beer or something?"

The bartender smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when you order."

A glass of craft beer costs 20,000 yen, but Fushimi Lu won't be fooled. He flipped through the menu to see the cheapest but most impressive drinks, but the bartender suddenly said, "You two can enjoy free drinks tonight." Fushimi Lu flipped through the menu again.

Kazama Takusai held his hand, took out a thousand yen bill from his wallet, put it on the bar, and said in a deep voice: "No need, two cups of Coke."

"Then I want two cups of cute JK girl love drinks," Fushimi Shika pretended not to notice Kazama Takusai's expression, "one cup each, thank you."

"What are you doing?" Kazama Takusai glared at him.

Public servants who spend large sums of money at brothels run by gangs are also considered to have accepted bribes, but the exact amount and how to define it are all based on personal conviction. If they take advantage now, they will have no choice but to consider themselves unlucky when the manager comes with a sky-high bill and blackmails them, or else they will be dragged into the scandal.

Fushimi Shika turned slightly to the side, resting his left arm on the bar, and asked, "Do you want to keep Watanabe Shun alive, or do you want to continue playing the role of a good policeman?"

"What does this have to do with you ordering wine?" Fengjian Takusai frowned.

"If they give us face, we have to take it. If you are upright, how can they let you go? You have to leave some leverage for them, right?"

As he spoke, Fushimi continued to look through the wine list: "It's quite appropriate to give away free drinks. The scale is just right. Even if you order a 100 million bottle of wine here, the police department won't bother to check. Don't worry, this kind of rubbish bar doesn't use high-end wine. It's all industrial alcohol mixed with flavors. It can only be sold at a high price with beautiful packaging and waitresses."

"There are still good drinks." The bartender interrupted.

He was just a bartender, and he certainly had no right to give customers a free meal. Takusai Kazama knew exactly who was in charge, and giving a free meal was a signal of testing. He wanted to refute, but after thinking for a moment, he felt that what Fushimi Shika said made sense.

Compared to the safety of Watanabe Shun, his personal reputation and career future are nothing.

Takusa Kazama took the banknotes from the bar, closed his wallet with a snap, and ordered a glass of the most expensive Macallan 25-year-old single malt whisky.

The bartender started to chip the ice. While waiting for the drinks, Kazama Takusai subconsciously looked at Fushimi Shika, who was looking at the fashionable girls twisting their hips on the dance floor with interest. He thought that this guy really didn't look like a newcomer, but rather a veteran who had been immersed in the gray area for many years...

Fushimi Shika narrowed his eyes slightly, as if searching for prey. Without waiting for the bartender to serve the drinks, he suddenly stood up and said, "Excuse me, I'm going to the toilet."

"Now is not the time to hunt for beauties." said Takusai Kazama.

"Who do you think I am? I'm really going to the toilet," Fushimi Shika said innocently, "I know my limits, don't worry." Kazama Takusai had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Fushimi Shika asked the bartender where the bathroom was, then he quickly squeezed into the dance floor and his back disappeared in the crowd.

"Really? One or two of them are both very worrying..."

Fengjian Takusai sighed, took out the cigarette box, tapped the bottom, took out a thin cigarette, and held the lighter to light it. Unexpectedly, the sparks flew for a long time, but no flame came out. It seemed that there was no oil.

Click, a crisp metal knocking sound came from beside me.

Someone was standing next to him, holding a metal lighter, the flame burning quietly. Kazama Takusai bowed his head and thanked him, holding the cigarette in his mouth, moved closer to the flame, took a deep breath and lit the cigarette.

He looked up, exhaled smoke, and recognized the man who lit his cigarette.

"Why are you here?" asked Keito Kaga.

He and Takusai Kazama were once colleagues, and they worked together for a long time in the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division. In order to investigate the apartment massacre in the past two days, he frequently visited the Inagawa Society and locked the target suspect as Gen Satake, an operator of the branch across the street.

Kitahara was the coordinator of the patrol investigation, and Kaga Keito rarely asked about it. He had heard that Kazama Takusai had been demoted, but he had never paid attention to the follow-up, so he didn't know that Kazama Takusai was a patrolman in front of Sugamo Station, nor did he know that the latter was a police officer cooperating in the case.

Kazama Takusai was not able to explain for a while, mainly because he was not sure whether Watanabe Shun was innocent. Moreover, he had privately negotiated with the gang, and it was indeed a bit sensitive to talk about it.

He was silent for a moment, then lied and said he came here to drink and relax.

Seeing that he was not wearing a police uniform, Kaga Keito patted his shoulder and sat down next to him without saying anything. "Since we happened to meet, let's have a drink together. Do you have any recommendations..."

Before he finished speaking, two JK girls in sailor uniforms came over. They held up shiny neon signs in their hands, revealing their white navels, and their pleated skirts were so short that they couldn't cover their absolute territory. Under the envious gazes of the crowd, they approached Kazama Takusai with their proud breasts.

Why do they stick out their chests? Because they use their cleavage to hold the wine glass, which is a special service at the Sir Dug underground bar, which is more expensive than the Hawaiian tropical grass skirt craft beer.

"..."

Takusai Kazama didn't even dare to turn around to look at Keito Kaga's eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the cigarette at his fingertips. The silence was deafening.

"Sir, your cute JK girl's love drink is ready." The JK girl came over with a smile and opened her collar with her fingertips. The crystal wine swayed in her plump soft flesh, waiting for the guest to pick it.

Seeing that Kazama Takusai didn't say anything, she fully demonstrated her service spirit and, adhering to the principle of getting what you pay for, asked considerately, "Do you need Ellie to feed you? I can use my mouth to warm the wine for you."

"..."

Takusa Kazama's scalp felt a little tingling.

(End of this chapter)