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Chapter 89 The Meeting Between the Movie King and the Avenger at the Host Club

A black sedan sped through the rainy night.

"What's going on here? Why are those guys at the weather bureau talking nonsense? They were just saying it was the end of the world, and now they're saying it's Kashima Daimyojin's blessing and Izanami-no-Mikoto's mercy. What, is the world not going to end?" Heiji Zenigata was flipping through a newly prepared press release in the car with a headache.

Izanami is also known as Izanami, the mother goddess of the earth.

Kashima Daimyojin is a god who suppresses earthquakes and is believed to be able to suppress the giant fish and dragons that cause earthquakes through "key stones".

According to a report from the weather bureau a few minutes ago, atmospheric and geological conditions are completely out of control. An inexplicable mysterious force is causing stress in the strata, and the earth's crust has sunk by more than half a meter in half an hour. In the worst case, Tokyo and a large area nearby will soon sink below sea level.

He is the governor of Tokyo. In this situation, everyone else can run away, but he cannot. He must act as the scapegoat and stabilize public sentiment in front of the public.

He had already prepared to issue a statement, but to his surprise, the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau changed its tune in less than ten minutes, and there was a burst of cheers and champagne celebrations.

The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau reported with glee that the earth's crust had stopped sinking and thunderstorms were weakening; the only problems Tokyo now faced were intensified magma activity, a potential eruption of Mount Fuji, and a tsunami.

Hearing this group of lunatics singing and dancing, Heiji Zenigata didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

What do you mean by "it's just an eruption of Mount Fuji and a tsunami"?

Isn't Tokyo still going to be destroyed? It might just die a little more dignifiedly. He didn't understand what the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was celebrating. Were they celebrating that the city's funerals would be simple and not have any grand ceremonies?

The car braked suddenly in the rain, almost throwing the governor to the front. At the traffic light ahead, there was a dark figure holding an umbrella and another dark figure crouching on the ground, waving at the governor's convoy.

"Why are you stopping here? Do you think this is a taxi?" Heiji Zenigata was extremely annoyed because the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau's change of wording meant he had to revise his speech.

Knowing you're nearing death and still having to work diligently is a terrible experience.

"We stopped because we need to pick someone up," the secretary, who was driving, said. "The gentleman with the umbrella is the expert I found for you; we arranged to meet here."

Heiji Kenji gave an "oh" in agreement, indicating his approval. His secretary had mentioned the expert to him not long ago, but he hadn't taken it to heart.

If the world is about to end, why bother looking for experts?

The car door was opened, and the person who entered put away the black umbrella and sat in the passenger seat. He was a sprightly-looking elderly British gentleman.

"The principal is as dashing as ever." The secretary exclaimed, extending his hand. "Let me introduce myself, Shuichi Sakurai." He lowered his voice, "Kassel College, Class of 2005. Good day, Principal. I came here as soon as I received your message to be your driver."

He was a spy planted by the Snake Clan next to the Governor of Tokyo. The events of the elemental turbulence and so on happened too suddenly, and the Snake Clan is already preparing to cooperate with Kassel College again.

"I'm so proud of my students, Sakurai-kun. You've only been out of school for a little over two years and you're already a high-ranking official's secretary." Angers also lowered his voice. They were speaking in English, which the governor couldn't possibly understand given his English level.

"Where are you headed, Principal?" Sakurai Shuichi asked respectfully. When he looked up, he found that the Principal Angers in front of him was completely different from the one he remembered. He looked much older and had a visible weakness.

Angers smiled gently: "Do you know Takamagahara? Just take me there. I need to find my student."

"This, this gentleman is—" Secretary Sakurai Shuichi's voice suddenly faltered. He realized that there were more than three people in the car now, and a disheveled and unkempt man had also just gotten on.

He wanted to ask who the beggar was, but then he remembered that he might be someone the principal had brought, so he remained polite.

"Finger von Frings, Ambassador of Kassel College to Japan, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm not a beggar, but I've been getting a bit of a beggar's comeuppance lately from your Snake Clan." The slovenly beggar, whose clothes were covered in oil stains, introduced himself in English, wiped his hands on the car seat cushion, and then extended his hand to shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ambassador. It's inconvenient for me to hold the steering wheel." Sakurai Shuichi forced a smile, thinking to himself that he really couldn't see anything about him that didn't look like a beggar.

Fingel didn't mind the strange looks from the three people in the car. He looked around with gleaming eyes and said, "Do you have any food in your car? Give me something, anything is fine. Or lend me 20,000 yen. I promise to pay back the principal and interest within 20 years."

He spoke fluent Japanese when he said his professional begging phrases, and even Heiji Zenigata understood what he meant by begging for food.

"This is what you call an expert? Did you find him in a Middle Eastern refugee camp?" Heiji Zenigata lowered his voice and leaned close behind Shuichi Sakurai, who was driving.

Shuichi Sakurai smiled awkwardly: "The expert is that old gentleman, and this young man is probably acting as a bodyguard."

Traffic is congested all over Tokyo due to torrential rain and strange weather, but the Tokyo governor's car still enjoys some privileges, especially in disaster relief situations.

We arrived at the Takamagahara host club very quickly.

"Wait, aren't we supposed to be on our way to the weather bureau? Why are we stopped in front of a host club?" Heiji Zenigata noticed something was wrong and looked strangely at his usually respectful secretary.

Since that old gentleman got on the bus, Sakurai Shuichi has never asked for his opinion again, which is very unusual.

"When disaster strikes, we should care about the people. Host clubs are a place that reflects real life," Sakurai Shuichi casually remarked. He got out of the car and opened the door for Angers. "Please, Principal."

"Then go ahead and do your thing. Tell the Snake Clan that Kassel College is ready to cooperate with them—if there's still time." Angry Fingel, his chest pressed against his back from hunger, walked toward the reception area in Takamagahara.

"Now I need to go find my student. If I find him, I'll understand some things," Angers muttered to himself.

Everything that was happening in Tokyo was beyond his control.

Late night, Kabukicho.

The torrential rain had long since dispersed the drunkards and traffic on the streets, and even most of the neon lights that had been celebrating all night had gone out. Only the huge "Takamagahara" sign still pierced through the rain, proclaiming that this place was still the sleepless king of this neighborhood.

"I'm sorry, Takamagahara is a club exclusively for women and we do not accept male guests. However, if you are looking for someone, we would be happy to help—but we have never heard of such a person here." The humpback whale led Angers and Finger somewhat uneasily.

"If you want to chat with people your own age, we happen to have a male escort who fits your requirements. Although he is a newcomer, I guarantee he will impress you. He is a one-of-a-kind samurai of this era."

The two of them came in and immediately asked to see Sakura by name. He couldn't do that, though. Sakura was the real boss's darling daughter, and she wasn't even in the shop right now.

In order to buy time, the humpback whale had no choice but to break its own rules and lead Angers to a noisy ballroom where a newcomer's performance was taking place.

A dozen or so emerald green LED lights were on, and when all the other lights were off, the green lights looked like will-o'-the-wisps, giving the entire dance hall an eerie atmosphere. The show being performed in the center of the dance hall was none other than "Onimusha".

Just as the male prostitute finished his performance as a newcomer, he sheathed his sword. Angers glanced at him casually, and the two of them froze in surprise.

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