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Chapter 149 Hexiu Family

In the high seas surrounding Japan, there is a private, secluded island that is not even marked with a name on civilian nautical charts.

This is a top-tier, high-end tourism project wholly owned by the Washu family, a true behind-the-scenes conglomerate in Japan.

The very existence of this small island is a massive "class barrier".

It is extremely far from the mainland, and private armed yachts patrol the area year-round. Travel to and from the mainland relies entirely on the luxury vessels provided by the Hexiu Group.

But in Japan's high society, this place remains an "Eden ticket" that countless politicians, zaibatsu executives, and top celebrities in the entertainment industry desperately want to obtain.

Why? Is it because the beaches here are whiter than those in Hawaii? Or is it because the sea breeze here smells better than that in the Maldives?

Of course not. What those important figures value is the enormous, suffocating additional value behind this ticket to the island.

In this absolutely private space directly controlled by the Washuu family, even if you casually hand a cigar to a bald, sunglasses-wearing man on the beach, the man could be a member of parliament who controls the lifeline of Japan's medical industry.

A shady deal facilitated here could save a lowly office worker three lifetimes of hard work.

As an ordinary high school student, Shinichi Izumi had naturally seen snippets of information about this "Washu Island" on online forums.

However, he always regarded this place as something like an "urban legend" or a "bedtime story on a conspiracy theory forum".

Until a few days ago.

When his parents, who were ordinary working-class people, returned home with flushed faces and trembling hands, holding a VIP invitation.

Shinichi Izumi was struck dumb, as if by lightning, and forced to accept a surreal reality.

His parents, who had diligently served as "bosses" for twenty years in a very peripheral subsidiary of the Hexiu Group—

I actually won this grand prize in this year's year-end lottery—a trip to the island with my whole family!

"Shinichi! Did you see that?! This is the miracle of capitalism occasionally showing mercy!"

But for some reason, as Shinichi Izumi looked at the dark gold invitation card bearing the Wasu family crest, his eyelids began to twitch wildly.

That evening.

The "Little Right" parasitic on his right hand skillfully bypassed the Great Firewall and infiltrated several deep web databases using Shinichi Izumi's mobile phone.

"Shinichi, I strongly suggest you tear this paper up right now and move with your parents."

Xiao You's voice was completely flat, like he was giving a weather forecast.

"Based on the information I scraped, the underlying architecture of this so-called 'Hexiu Group' has significant vulnerabilities."

"Furthermore, historically, families who have won similar 'gratitude trips for low-level employees' have experienced accidental death and missing person rates within six months of arriving on the island that are 400% higher than the national average in Japan."

"More like a random 'ingredient selection' mechanism than tourism."

Shinichi Izumi, of course, trusted Migi's judgment.

He tried to refuse with various excuses, such as the heavy workload of his senior year of high school, the possibility of seasickness, or even fabricating a story that he had been told by fortune teller that he should avoid water this year.

But his parents, who were stunned by the windfall, not only ignored all advice but also gave him a stern lecture with a look that said, "You're such a clueless child."

"This is an invitation from the Hexiu Group! It's registered with real names and linked to DNA! You can't even sell it by resellers!"

Thus, Shinichi Izumi had no choice but to bite the bullet and board the luxury yacht bound for the unknown.

Here, Shinichi Izumi finally met the legendary new chairman of the Washu Group, who had recently taken office and stirred up a storm throughout the Japanese business world—

He repaired the old and established many sects.

He was a man who looked excessively young.

He was wearing a very well-tailored bespoke suit, and his hair was combed meticulously.

He wore a very friendly, even somewhat "exaggerated" smile.

He weaved through the crowd like a highly skilled pyramid scheme leader, shaking hands and hugging each of the lucky employees at the bottom, offering words of comfort and concern, and even calling out the name of a certain employee's dog with tears in his eyes.

"Dear family members! The success of Hexiu Group today is inseparable from the hard work and dedication of every single one of you!"

Standing on the makeshift stage, Sōta Furuta, microphone in hand, began his impassioned speech: "You're not employees, you're my brothers and sisters! This trip to the island is the family's most sincere gift to you! Let's toast together to a greater tomorrow for Washuu!"

The office workers in the audience, including Shinichi's parents, were moved to tears by the heartfelt speech, as if they could commit seppuku for the company tomorrow.

Standing in the corner, Shinichi Izumi felt a chill run down his spine.

Looking at this "tycoon's son" who had inherited a huge conglomerate that could buy half of Japan at such a young age and whose net worth had skyrocketed in just a few months, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"The world of the rich is truly incomprehensible."

"This guy's smile is so fake! There's not even a laugh line at the corner of his eyes. He doesn't have to do anything; all he needs to do is be born into a good family, change his surname, and he can stand on this stage and make a fool of hundreds of people like monkeys. This shitty world—"

While his parents were still awkwardly talking to the people next to them about how "Shinichi's grades aren't good, but he's very good at fighting at school," he quietly left the banquet hall and slipped out onto the open deck outside the yacht.

Having left the frenzied scene of the pyramid scheme, Izumi Shinichi finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Pop".

With a soft sound, Shinichi's right hand suddenly split open, turning into a bizarre lump of flesh with a large eye and a small mouth in the blink of an eye.

"The air outside is much more normal than inside. The carbon dioxide and hormone concentrations in that hall are almost exceeding the threshold of human rationality," Xiao You said, rolling his eyes.

"Phew—Little Right, you also think that guy's speech in there was disgusting, right?"

"Haven't you been surfing the internet studying human sociology these past few days? From your extraterrestrial perspective, what was the level of that new chairman's speech just now?"

"If you're asking for my objective evaluation, Shinichi."

Xiao You blinked.

"This is a classic neurolinguistic experiment on the herd mentality of Homo sapiens."

"In your Japanese social system, there is a cycle of aristocratic politics and monopolistic conglomerates that is written into our genes."

"The son of an old councilor can continue to be a councilor as long as he knows how to bow, and the illegitimate son of a chaebol chairman can inherit the chaebol even if he is mentally ill."

"This is what you humans often call the spirit of craftsmanship."

"As long as he stands on the stage, bows at a 90-degree angle with the most exaggerated expression, and shouts a few words of private Marseille, 'We are all family.'"

The worker ants below will automatically ignore the fact that he is exploiting surplus value and willingly continue to slack off.

"In our parasitic beast horde, if we want to eat a host, we'll at least bite off their head cleanly and decisively."

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"And your capitalists not only want to eat your flesh, but also want you to shout 'Long live the boss!' while you're being eaten."

"In terms of the cruelty of species evolution, we should actually learn from Chairman He Xiu."

"Alright, alright, stop making capitalists sound more terrifying than you cannibalistic alien monsters, okay?"

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Shinichi waved his hand with a wry smile.

However, Migi did not continue arguing with Shinichi as usual.

Its enormous eyeball suddenly stopped moving and stared intently at a glass door leading from the deck to the interior cabin.

The parasitic beast's senses probed the air with extreme agitation.

"Shinichi. I'm not joking."

Xiao You's voice suddenly became more solemn than ever before.

"Compared to the tedious class exploitation in your human society—that man named Furuta Sōta in the hall just now—what I felt was more—fear."

"fear?!"

Shinichi's muscles tensed instantly.

He knew Xiao You's personality all too well; the word "fear" was rarely in its vocabulary!

"Is he a parasite too?!" Shinichi whispered, his left hand already clenched into a fist.

"No, he is not one of us. His brainwaves belong entirely to the native creatures of your Earth."

"However, his body structure is extremely deformed! He's like—a defective product forcibly stitched together a human and some kind of extremely terrifying predator!"

"The way he looked at the employees in the lobby wasn't like a capitalist looking at workers, but rather—"

"Look at a bunch of buffet dishes!"

Miyu's eyes suddenly turned to Shinichi.

"Shinichi, listen. I've only ever smelled this kind of scent on one type of person."

"This feeling—it's just like that white-haired man named Arima Kishou that we used to avoid at all costs!"

"Shinichi, prepare for the worst. If necessary, we must jump into the sea and escape immediately!"

Arima Kishou!

And now, the chairman of the Hexiu Group is actually the same kind of person as that Grim Reaper?!

Shinichi suddenly looked around at the deck, trying to find an escape route.

Just as he turned his head.

On the second-floor observation deck, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a very familiar afterimage—a white-haired man wearing a white trench coat and black-rimmed glasses! In his hand, he was carrying a long, rectangular briefcase that gleamed with a cold metallic light!

The figure stood there for only a second before flashing past like a ghost.

"Arima?!"

Shinichi broke out in a cold sweat and looked up sharply to search carefully.

But on that platform, apart from a few seagulls, there was absolutely no trace of human presence.

"Is it a hallucination? Or is he on this ship too?"

Shinichi swallowed hard, feeling the slight rocking of the yacht beneath his feet.

Looking at the small island on the distant horizon, its outline gradually becoming blurry.

"I'm just here to relax and have some fun. God, I hope nothing bad happens when we get to the island—" Shinichi prayed desperately in his heart.

Unfortunately, the prayers of ordinary people are often meaningless, and reality rarely grants their wishes.