Why is the Demon King like this?

Li Qun is a popular spot recommended by regular customers. It not only has a small parking lot, but also a private environment and delicious food.

The izakaya has an open bar, booths separated by red curtains, and private rooms for entertaining guests.

Chizuru Shiraishi entered with her head down, wearing a mask and baseball cap that she had temporarily obtained from Keisuke Ao.

"Welcome!"

"Wow, so this is a modern izakaya? Wow! It looks like quite a few people are watching you around here," Hanako whispered to her.

It's alright, Chizuru!

The female doctor cheered herself up, having rehearsed the scene many times before coming in.

"Give me a booth... oh, I can choose the seat myself."

"Please follow me!" The waiter immediately directed her inside.

There aren't many customers in the store yet, firstly because it's a weekday, and secondly because it's not yet time for those overworked office workers to get off work.

Chizuru Shiraishi deliberately circled around to observe the place where Tsukishima often sat. Sure enough, she saw Tsukishima's uniform at a corner. Although the curtain covered her face, those two iconic, unconventional large breasts could not deceive Chizuru Shiraishi's eyes.

It should be said that this heavy sin also includes the credit she personally cultivated.

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Where is that guy, Saburō Kamamatsu?

Chizuru Shiraishi herself didn't dare to look around, so she directly sent her stand-in, Hanako, to find it.

"Found it! It's over there at the bar on the left!"

"I'll choose this booth." Chizuru Shiraishi said calmly, choosing a booth not far from Tsukishima, where she could even peek over the bar.

"Okay!" The waiter completed the registration and handed over a tablet: "You can order drinks and dishes directly from here."

"Thanks."

Chizuru Shiraishi's heart pounded wildly, and when she finally managed to sneak in, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Not daring to overindulge, I only ordered a chilled, low-alcohol lemon cocktail... completely forgetting who was driving later.

Hanako wandered around the izakaya alone, and wherever she went, it was as if the air conditioning had suddenly turned on, making people shiver.

If it weren't for Chizuru Shiraishi forbidding her from drinking, she would have liked to put on a show and steal someone else's drink from the bottom of their glass.

Outside the izakaya, Keisuke Ao sat quietly in the passenger seat, touched his eyes with his finger, and then slowly leaned back.

As darkness descends, the spirit follows the eyes that resonate with his origin.

Within a breath, Keisuke Ao's eyes were still closed, but the scene inside the izakaya had already appeared before his eyes.

Under the magic eye, a dazzling and ever-changing vision entered my mind.

What was merely an incomprehensible illusion to Chizuru Shiraishi, Keisuke Ao saw as a feedback of countless pieces of information.

He broadened his perspective, encompassing the entire izakaya (Japanese pub) within his vision.

Soon, he found the light that belonged only to Fujiko Hoshino, that pure and cold light that pierced through the thin paper door, like a lonely star separated from the crowd, falling into his demonic eyes.

"I've found you."

As he expected, Miss Hoshino also came to the scene in person.

It's unclear how she learned the whole story, but that's not important.

Keisuke Ao, with the help of Chizuru Shiraishi's perspective, recorded the layout of the izakaya and the strange behavior of the people there.

These people are actually quite noticeable. Compared to those who work overtime all day and are in poor health, their spirituality is generally 2-4 points higher.

There is absolutely no intention to look down on wage slaves—maybe.

Judging from the arrangement I discovered, the Hoshino family's daughter isn't necessarily a heartless person. If I hadn't come looking for her, she would definitely have been able to solve the problem easily.

She might even have taken control of the store's surveillance cameras.

Keisuke Ao, deep in thought, used Chizuru Shiraishi as a medium to summon his own spirit and quietly set up a simple magic circle in the monitoring line, which could be destroyed simply by activating it.

Unfortunately, the spirituality is still insufficient. Otherwise, it would be safest to directly strip other people of their senses, leaving them with no memories at all... without even having to call Yui Kamibata.

But it's not a big deal. Even if someone were willing to go to great lengths to search his soul, they wouldn't find a single trace of him.

One last look at Saburo Kamamatsu, whose consciousness had been corrupted by the curse. With each glass of alcohol he drank, his already dwindling rationality was gradually fading.

"You filthy bitch..."

"You filthy bitch..."

"They act all high and mighty in public, but secretly seek pleasure in private!"

He wasn't a good person to begin with, and now he's been angered by Tsukishima, only to witness this scene!

Regardless of whether he was affected by the curse, any normal person would not be able to tolerate this.

"Since it's already unbearable, let's not waste everyone's time any longer."

As Aoki Keisuke opened his eyes and pushed open the car door, he immediately triggered the curse on Kamamatsu Saburo's hands.

Kamamatsu Saburo's head, which was resting on the sake cup, jolted, and the whites of his eyes quickly became bloodshot. The curse overwhelmed his last shred of reason.

"Chizuru Tsukishima!"

He suddenly shouted and smashed his wine glass on the ground, rushing towards the booth with incredible speed.

"what!"

The izakaya patrons screamed, and chaos ensued in the lobby.

"Guest, please don't do this!"

Saburo Kamamatsu's woody, sharp fingernails tore open the waiter's clothes, leaving several bleeding wounds on his chest.

"Rip—"

In just a few seconds, Saburo Kamamatsu pounced on Tsukishima's booth.

With a swipe of its claws, the two thin curtains snapped in two.

Chizuru Tsukishima spat out a mouthful of sake, her eyes filled with confusion and shock, her two mounds of fat bulging in an astonishing arc as she leaned back.

"stop!!!"

Chizuru Shiraishi, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly jumped out from the booth next to her and struck a pose she had carefully devised—the starting stance she had learned from the karate club she visited in junior high school.

She angrily retorted, "You bastard Pu Song, I knew you had ill intentions all along!"

"Um--?"

Chizuru Tsukishima was completely thrown into confusion when Shiraishi suddenly appeared—she glanced down at the wine glass on the table, wondering if she was already completely drunk.

After all, the monstrous-looking thing in front of them actually had the face of Saburo Kamamatsu, and the hero making his grand entrance was none other than Shiraishi, that delicate girl who couldn't even lift a finger...

The female teacher pondered for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes back, it was unclear whether she had fallen asleep or fainted.

"Tsukishima! You bastard, Kamamatsu! I'll beat you to death!" Shiraishi Chizuru exclaimed in a panic.

"s☆↑tan~d!"

Hanako followed closely beside Chizuru Shiraishi, her body lurching forward with her clumsy steps.

"Get out of here!"

Just as Kamamatsu Saburo was about to slap Shiraishi away, he found himself suddenly unable to move.

The ring on Hanako's ring finger emitted a faint black light, and then her two small fists landed solidly on Saburo Kamamatsu's face, making a very solid "bang" sound.

Hanako shouted excitedly, "Flame Dragon Fist!"

Kamamatsu Saburo's muscular body flew backward, crashing into a row of chairs.

The moment Aoki Keisuke snapped his fingers, the magic circle covering all the surveillance cameras simultaneously destroyed them. Even if Hoshino had kept the recording, he was destined to only have footage of Saburo Kamamatsu's attack.

He then pushed open the back door of the izakaya and strolled leisurely inside.

Although he was completely out of place in the store's atmosphere, no one paid him any attention anymore.

He walked through the staff entrance and went straight to the private room where Hoshino was. He easily knocked down the two bodyguards guarding the door.

"Nani..."

He smiled and gently pushed aside the paper shoji screen of the private room, looking at the girl kneeling on the tatami mat, calmly holding a cup and drinking juice.

Good evening, Hoshino-kun.

"Good evening." This time, the girl finally looked him in the eye.

It seems that tonight's encounter should be a good start.