Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

"Well, whatever." Yoshiko Matsushima knew that he couldn't take it out, so she sneered and threw the bill in her hand, and piles of papers scattered on the floor.

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

"Big sister, please take a look at this." A bodyguard dug out a pile of papers from the cabinet, all of which were horse racing tickets. (Basically, it's a bet on which horse will win the championship, and it's a legal gambling activity in Neon.)

These horse racing tickets were all lost, and the total amount of these tickets was even enough to pay off all the loans with interest.

"So you're a gambler? I won't show you mercy then." Matsushima sneered.

At Matsushima's command, the sturdy bodyguard rushed directly into the bedroom.

"No, don't touch my daughter." A woman's crying voice came from the bedroom.

The bodyguards dragged the middle-aged man's wife and daughter out of the bedroom one by one.

My wife is thin and quite old, with some wrinkles on her face.

The woman was good-looking, short, and seemed to be a college student, with soft and tender skin.

This mother and daughter were just ordinary people with a little bit of good looks, and they were far from the quality of the Midu family.

But for Matsushima, it is already a pretty good product.

"We have signed an agreement. The interest rate for this loan is 3% per year, and it must be repaid in three months. Otherwise, my wife and daughter will work for me to pay the money back. You had no objection to the agreement at that time, but now that you 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 a bank loan.

"Sister Matsushima, please give me another month, just one month, I will definitely pay it back!" The middle-aged man banged his forehead on the ground, begging.

"No, don't touch me." The daughter kept struggling and resisting.

"I'll go alone, don't let my daughter go." The wife's eyes were swollen from crying and she kept begging for mercy.

"Shut up!" Matsushima Yoshiko scolded.

But the mother and daughter still did what they wanted and kept crying.

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

Bang!

A bullet hit the ceiling with a deafening sound, and the fire from the muzzle instantly illuminated the entire room.

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

"You're so annoying! It's only right to pay back debts." Yoshiko Matsushima kicked the middle-aged man hard as if to vent her anger, then walked up to the mother and daughter.

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

The mother and daughter no longer dared to disobey Yoshiko Matsushima's orders and slowly took off their clothes.

When they were left with only 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 and shook the revolver in her hand again.

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

The two people's bodies, every inch of skin, and all the hair on their bodies were exposed to others.

Even though they received such a great insult, the middle-aged men did not dare to resist or move.

These bodyguards had undergone rigorous professional training, and no one had any abnormal reaction when seeing the naked bodies of the mother and daughter.

Yoshiko Matsushima first came to the young and beautiful girl and poked the girl's medium-sized vagina with the cold barrel of the gun.

"It's a good size, not bad."

Tears were still on the girl's face, and she didn't dare to move at all when Matsushima touched her.

Matsushima lifted up her high-heeled shoes, and the tips of her toes wrapped in the shoes gently poked the girl's private parts, constantly fiddling, touching and rubbing them.

Makes a sticky sound.

"Hmm, quite tender, turn around."

The girl turned stiffly.

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

Matsushima looked at the woman's back again, tapped the girl's young and "cute" face with the barrel of his gun, and observed her carefully.

"It's quite elastic. Good stuff. Go see a doctor to see if there is any disease. If there is no disease, send it directly to the Nagasaki Club." Matsushima ordered.

"No, no." The girl was dragged and gave her last cry.

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

The girl was dragged out of the room.

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

Although her middle-aged wife had taken good care of herself, her appearance and skin were obviously a little older.

"That won't work. She's already loose. Send her out to stand on the street and solicit customers."

"Please, sister, I don't want to be separated from my daughter!" The wife knelt on the ground, "You can ask me to do anything, and I don't care how I play, I just want to be with my daughter."

"You are not qualified." Matsushima showed no mercy and winked at the bodyguard, who then dragged her away.

"Okay, everything is settled." Matsushima returned to the man and said, "I'm not a demon. The money from selling your wife and daughter will be used as interest on the loan. I'll give you three months to pay back the principal, and then I'll let your wife and daughter go."

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

There was nothing he could do but accept the fact.

Matsushima was about to leave with his bodyguards. Just as he reached the door of the villa, he suddenly remembered and turned back and said, "By the way, if you think about running away, maybe your wife will become a widow next time."

She had met too many cowardly people who owed huge debts, moved abroad, abandoned their families and relatives, and fled abroad alone. Of course, they ended up either disabled or useless.

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

Matsushima walked out of the villa and returned to the back seat of the car under the escort of bodyguards.

There was a middle-aged male driver in the driver's seat, waiting for the order to set off.

Matsushima opened the car window and gave instructions to the bodyguards outside.

"There was a gunshot just now. Contact my men to contact the Metropolitan Police Department and the media. If anyone nearby talks about this, find some excuse to cover it up."

"Yes, I got it, Sister Matsushima."

After the instructions were given, the car started slowly.

Matsushima took out his cell phone and watched the surveillance video from last night.

In every surveillance video clip, Baichuan occupies the center position.

He had no identity information, no family members, and the invitation letter was also from the black gold card of the Xinggong family. He won 1800 million yuan from Miss Suzuki, and also used magical training methods to win the teacher away.

He made a lot of money last night!

Tonight, let me meet him in person.

187. After rescuing the school girl, someone came to your house?

Negative second floor.

Baichuan found a booth and sat down without drawing the curtain. He kept looking around, searching for the yellow-haired senior.

There were only a few men here, most of them were staff members. If the senior was there, he would be able to tell at a glance.

I guess it’s too early now, that senior hasn’t arrived yet.

A beautiful girl with wavy red hair was striding towards them with a glass of lemonade on a tray.

Judging from the temperament of this red-haired girl, she is obviously a more wanton type. Her chest and lower body are only covered with the minimum amount of cloth, revealing her thighs, thin waist, and shoulders.

"Please have some water~" the red-haired girl said softly, bent down, put the cup in front of Baichuan, and deliberately showed her huge cleavage to Baichuan.

She must have seen that I was alone and had no female companion, so she came here deliberately to seduce me.

"Okay, thank you." Baichuan picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Sir, is there no one to accompany you tonight? Do you want to play with me?" The red-haired girl's voice was so charming that it went deep into the bones.

This kind of person is the type who is sexually unsatisfied. For her, work is entertainment. There are not many male customers here, so she goes to Shirakawa to play with her.

This is the time to test Baichuan's determination.

This kind of mature and charming girl is not among the girls that Baichuan knows. This novel feeling is very tempting to him.

Baichuan almost forgot that this kind of place is where rich people indulge in pleasure. Last night, he was accompanied by Miike Jackie, so he couldn't do those things. Today he came alone.

This means he can be as cool as he wants.

The beautiful busty lady shook her red hair again, looking coquettish and charming.

Baichuan's small head began to vaguely control the big head again.

"No, no, thank you." Baichuan shook his head slightly, trying to keep himself awake.

We must not be like this group of people and become beasts controlled by lust and dopamine.

"Okay." The redhead left with a disappointed look on her face.

Ever since his good friend was strengthened by Cecia, Baichuan felt that he had become much more cowardly and was often not in a clear state of mind.

He took advantage of this waiting time to write to Cecia to ask what was going on.

Shirakawa: Did you do anything to me?

Cecia: Maybe.

Shirakawa: What's the possibility? If it moves, it moves. If it doesn't move, it doesn't move. Don't fool me.

Cecilia: I have enhanced your abilities, and at the same time I have also enhanced your sexual desire a little bit, but don't worry, the impact on you is not that great.

After all, Baichuan's mental resistance is extremely high.

Shirakawa: Huh? Delete this lust immediately.

Cecia: This lust is bound to your ability. If you delete it, not only will your good friend return to its original state, but it will also suffer irreversible damage due to the excessive use of it during this period of time. It may only be able to turn into a limp caterpillar in the future...

Shirakawa: You are really kidding me, right?

Cecia: How do you know that I like playing with you the most?

Shirakawa: I *.

......

After spending such a long time together, Baichuan and Cecilia became closer and closer. They would always forget Cecilia's identity as a god and chat like ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, or good friends.

As they were chatting, the yellow-haired senior student hugged a junior girl and went downstairs to the basement floor.

He also happened to see Baichuan drinking water in the booth and hurried forward.

"Sir, you're here. Long time no see." The yellow-haired senior hugged the junior and greeted with a smile.

Baichuan was wearing a mask and never told the yellow-haired senior his identity, so the yellow-haired senior always called Baichuan "Sir".

"Ah, long time no see."

In fact, I just saw it yesterday.

"About our plan to bring Xinggong Xi under our command~"

"What about the plan~" Baichuan put his right hand behind his back, pressed the phone with his left hand, clicked on the bottle of female eyebrow medicine, and the bottle of medicine appeared out of thin air in Baichuan's right hand.

The plan was actually very simple. Baichuan was responsible for creating an opportunity for the yellow-haired senior to drug the girl, and then sending an anonymous message to let the yellow-haired senior take action. After Xinggong Xi had an attack, Baichuan would betray the yellow-haired senior. The yellow-haired senior had never known his identity, so it was impossible for him to throw dirty water on Baichuan.

That’s about it. Of course, we need to adapt to the situation based on Xinggong Xi’s schedule.

Baichuan was holding a palm-sized test tube sealed with an oak stopper, and was about to hand the medicine in his hand to the yellow-haired senior.

I saw the yellow-haired senior holding the junior with a sly smile on his face, fantasizing about the joy of being with the student council president and making a fortune by selling pills. He was even drooling.

The junior school girl he brought with him was quite young and thin. She was shorter than the yellow-haired senior, delicate, and wore an ordinary mask. She wore her school uniform neatly and had no makeup on. She looked like a good student.

It was this introverted junior high school girl who was now being forcibly hugged by this frivolous yellow-haired boy. Her cheeks were flushed and she was looking around timidly and fearfully at everything here.

Bai Chuan took his hand back and asked, "Why did you bring this girl here?"