He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Lost in thought, Suzuki Yoshiko arrived at her final destination.

"Ms. Suzuki, welcome." Rie Hoshimiya led a group of people to welcome Yoshiko Suzuki inside.

186. Yoshiko Matsushima

Go down to the basement level.

Only a few guests were gathered around the table drinking. They were dressed casually, and it seemed that it wasn't late yet, not the time for those people to officially start their nightlife.

When Shirakawa arrived at the stairwell leading to the second basement level, there were still two tall and muscular bodyguards standing guard there.

Shirakawa put on his mask, took out the invitation from his pocket, and handed it to the two bodyguards.

The bodyguard glanced at the invitation, then at Shirakawa. The two men exchanged a look, their eyebrows furrowing.

"What's wrong?" Shirakawa sensed something was wrong, took a step back, and stood alert, ready to turn and run away.

"It's nothing, sir. We just wanted to remind you that your invitation expires tonight. If you still need the services of the Nagasaki Club, please contact the staff inside to apply for a membership card," the bodyguard reminded you with a smile.

Phew~ what a relief, I thought they had discovered something.

"Okay, I'll go downstairs and find the staff right away."

The two bodyguards stepped aside and pulled open the glass door: "Have a pleasant evening, sir."

Bai Chuan walked in, and when he disappeared from their sight, the two bodyguards closed the door tightly. One stood in front of him, while the other tapped his earpiece to make a phone call.

"Matsushima-san, that man has come to the Nagasaki club."

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away, I'll be there right away." A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, along with the cries of a middle-aged man.

"Received, Matsushima-nee."

Yoshiko Matsushima hung up the phone.

The villa was in a mess; tables and chairs were smashed, glass shards littered the ground, and televisions and other appliances were broken and lying on the floor.

Next to the TV is a broken photo of the family of three, looking happy together.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, occasionally sobbing.

Yoshiko Matsushima, followed by a group of bodyguards in black, stomped hard on the back of the adult man with her black high heels.

She wore a black coat, her figure slender and capable. Her gray-black bangs partially covered her right eye, revealing a slightly brown pupil. Her exposed face was covered with faint scars. A black tube top held a white rabbit that was slightly less beautiful than a cherry blossom. Green bamboo and pink cherry blossom patterns were vividly and lifelike on her back.

He held the exquisite silver revolver in his right hand, pointing it at the middle-aged man, while his left hand held a stack of bills, which he kept examining.

It was like a thorny rose blooming in a sea of ​​blood, beautiful yet deadly.

"Is your company struggling financially, so you can't pay back the debts? I see your company is doing quite well; you have a surplus every month." Matsushima Yoshiko muttered to herself as she looked at the bills page by page.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, trembling with fear. He hurriedly explained, "Ms. Matsushima, although there is a surplus in the accounts, business expansion and the purchase of new equipment have left us with very little money. I will definitely pay you back when I have the money."

"Hey, what about the bills for business development and equipment procurement? Let me see them," Yoshiko Matsushima said, reaching out her hand.

The middle-aged man's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "The accounting work isn't finished yet..."

"Well, whatever." Knowing he couldn't produce the money, Yoshiko Matsushima sneered, tossed the bill in her hand, and the stack of papers scattered on the floor.

Matsushima has seen far too many people like this who are full of lies.

"Ma'am, take a look at this." A bodyguard rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out a pile of slips of paper, all of them horse racing tickets. (Basically, these are bets on which horse will win; it's a legal betting activity in Japan.)

All of these bets were lost, and the total amount from these bets could even pay off all the loans, including principal and interest.

"So you're a gambling addict, huh? Well then, I won't hold back." Matsushima sneered.

At Matsushima's command, the burly bodyguards rushed into the bedroom.

"No, don't touch my daughter!" came a woman's cries from the bedroom.

The bodyguards, one on each side, dragged the middle-aged man's wife and daughter out of the bedroom.

My wife is thin and quite old; she has some wrinkles on her face.

The woman was pretty, short, and looked to be around college age, with fairly soft skin.

This mother and daughter were just ordinary people with slightly good looks, far from matching the status of the Mei Du family.

But for Matsushima, it was already considered a pretty good product.

“We signed an agreement that the loan would have an interest rate of 6% per year and be repaid in 3 months. Otherwise, my wife and daughter would work for me to pay off the loan. You had no objection to the agreement at the time. Now that we can’t pay it back, this is the only way.”

Six points refers to an annual interest rate of 6%, which is similar to that of bank loans.

"Ms. Matsushima, please give me another month, just one month, I'm sure I can pay it back!" The middle-aged man pounded his forehead on the ground, pleading.

"No, don't touch me!" the daughter struggled and resisted.

"I'll go, please don't make my daughter go," the wife pleaded, her eyes swollen from crying.

"Shut up!" Yoshiko Matsushima snapped.

But the mother and daughter continued to do as they pleased, crying and shouting incessantly.

"I told you, shut up!!" Yoshiko Matsushima raised her gun.

Bang!

A shot hit the ceiling, the sound deafening, and the muzzle flash instantly illuminated the entire room.

The mother and daughter were so frightened they couldn't close their mouths and their bodies were completely frozen in place.

"You're so annoying! Paying back debts is a matter of course." Matsushima Yoshiko kicked the middle-aged man hard, as if she was getting a sense of satisfaction, and then walked over to the mother and daughter.

"Take off your clothes," Yoshiko Matsushima said coldly.

The mother and daughter dared not disobey Yoshiko Matsushima's orders any longer and slowly took off their clothes.

When they were down to their underwear, they looked at the male bodyguards in black around them and began to hesitate.

They still have a sense of shame.

"My patience is limited," Yoshiko Matsushima said impatiently, brandishing the revolver in her hand.

The mother and daughter had no choice but to take off all their underwear as well.

The two people's bodies, every inch of skin, every hair, were displayed to others.

Even though they were subjected to such great humiliation, the middle-aged man did not dare to resist or move an inch.

These bodyguards were rigorously trained and none of them reacted unusually when they saw the naked bodies of the mother and daughter.

Yoshiko Matsushima first approached the young and beautiful girl and poked her medium-sized breast with the cold barrel of her gun.

"Nice size, not bad."

The girl's tears were still on her face, and she didn't dare to move an inch when Matsushima touched her.

Matsushima lifted her high heels, and with the toes of her shoes wrapped around her feet, she gently poked and teased the girl's private parts, constantly flicking and rubbing them.

It makes a sticky, greasy sound.

"Hmm, quite tender. Turn your body around."

The girl turned around stiffly.

At this moment, the bodyguard next to her took out a handkerchief from his pocket, knelt on the ground, and carefully wiped Matsushima's high heels.

Matsushima then scrutinized the woman's back, patted the girl's young and "cute" little bud with the barrel of his gun, and observed her closely.

"Quite elastic. Not bad quality. Go see a doctor to check if it's sick. If not, send it directly to the Nagasaki Club," Matsushima ordered.

"No, no!" the girl cried out as she was being dragged along.

"Don't blame me, blame your dad instead."

The girl was dragged out of the room.

Then, Matsushima used the exact same procedure to examine the middle-aged man's wife.

Although his middle-aged wife had taken some care of herself, her appearance and skin were noticeably older.

“This won’t do, she’s too loose. Let’s send her to work as a prostitute and solicit customers.”

"Please, sister, I don't want to be separated from my daughter!" The wife knelt down with a thud. "I'll do anything you want, I don't care how I play, I just want to be with my daughter."

“You’re not qualified.” Matsushima showed no mercy, gave a wink to the bodyguard, and the bodyguard dragged her away.

“Alright, everything’s settled.” Matsushima returned to the man. “I’m not some kind of devil. Consider the money from selling your wife and daughters as interest on the loan. I’ll give you three months to pay back the principal, and then I’ll let your wife and daughters go.”

"I...I understand," the middle-aged man replied.

There was nothing he could do but accept the fact.

Matsushima and his bodyguards were about to leave when, just as they reached the villa's entrance, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to say, "By the way, if you're thinking of running away, your wife might become a widow next time."

She had encountered too many cowardly people who incurred huge debts, moved abroad, abandoned their families and children, and fled the country alone. Of course, their fates were either crippled or disabled.

"Yes, yes, I understand." The middle-aged man remained kneeling on the ground, not getting up.

Matsushima walked out of the villa and, escorted by bodyguards, returned to the back seat of the car.

There was a middle-aged male driver in the driver's seat, waiting for instructions to depart.