Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

In this city's black and white worlds, the Xinggong family is the white one, doing legal business and controlling finance and many industries. After Xinggong Xi, the head of the Xinggong family, took office, his methods became even more ruthless, constantly acquiring industries and continuously expanding and strengthening the consortium.

The dark part is Matsushima, which is more gray than black. The Takezakura Society in Matsushima mainly engages in private lending and love affairs.

Of course, in Japan, the porn industry is considered a gray area, and as long as it is not too ostentatious, it will not be severely cracked down.

The Nagasaki Club in Matsushima has a strong backer and is frequented by many dignitaries, so this store can operate safely.

The Xinggong Group and the Takezakura Society are both the strongest groups in their respective territories. Although Matsushima and Xinggong Xi dislike each other, they will not rashly start a war. It will not benefit anyone to end up hurting both sides. However, they overestimate their own abilities and want to touch the head of the Xinggong family.

Although they were only guests of the Nagasaki Club, they were discussing plans here. If that madman Xinggong Xi knew about this, a life-and-death battle would be inevitable between the two sides.

"Who gave you the courage? How dare you touch the head of the Xinggong family?"

"I definitely wouldn't dare to," the yellow-haired senior pointed at Baichuan, "He was the one who bewitched me. He is the culprit who planned everything. It has nothing to do with me. I am just a pawn he used."

The yellow-haired senior quickly distanced himself from himself.

"Is he telling the truth?" asked Yoshiko Matsushima.

“This is actually…”

"Don't explain to me, I'm just asking you if he's telling the truth!"

"Yes."

"Okay." Matsushima swung the revolver, revealing the empty magazine.

If it was someone else who had done this, she would have killed him long ago.

But just now, Matsushima saw that Shirakawa gave money to the innocent school girl and let her go. Judging from this action alone, he should not be the kind of evil and cunning villain.

Moreover, it seems that Suzuki Miko is also on good terms with him, and the two interact quite a lot. Matsushima also knows that Suzuki likes young boys, so if he kills him here with a single shot, the subsequent handling will be quite troublesome.

What to do with him?

Matsushima thought about it.

Now that you have it, use that trick.

"Wait a minute, about Xinggong Xi..." Baichuan was about to explain.

"Hey~ Wait, you don't have to say anything." Matsushima interrupted him and pointed at the group of bodyguards and said, "Move a chair, I want to play a game with him."

"Yes."

Games? Playing games?

The bodyguard moved a chair and placed it opposite Matsushima, then lifted Shirakawa, who was kneeling on the ground, and sat him on the chair.

"Shirakawa, I'll give you a chance." Matsushima took out a bullet from his pocket, put it in the magazine of the revolver, and pushed it with his hand, letting it spin continuously.

"Don't you like gambling? Didn't you win that Suzuki 1800w? Then let's gamble too."

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet your life!"

189. Russian Roulette

"Gamble your life?" Baichuan was shocked.

"Yeah, have you ever heard of Russian roulette?"

"I've heard of it. No, sister, I'm just an ordinary high school student. You don't have to make such a big fuss with me." Baichuan felt timid when he saw the exquisite revolver.

Why play this deadly game when you have nothing better to do?

"Play or die!" As soon as Yoshiko Matsushima finished her words, the bodyguards behind Shirakawa pulled out their guns and pointed them at Shirakawa.

"Okay, okay, I'll play. I'll play." Baichuan wasn't very panicked.

He was basically certain that the revolver had been tampered with and could not fire any bullets.

It's a simple truth. A gangster lady bets her life with a high school student? Isn't this pure nonsense!

The chips on both ends of the gambling scale are not equal at all. If Songdao played this game purely for fun, then unless she was the child of destiny and always won, she would not have been alive today.

Seeing that Shirakawa was not nervous at all, Matsushima just smiled slightly.

It was as if he had seen through all of Baichuan's thoughts.

"You don't really think you're qualified to play with me, do you?"

"Ah, didn't you say so? You wanted to play with me?" Baichuan had a bad feeling.

Matsushima stood up and moved aside, and asked the bodyguards to forcibly pull up the yellow-haired senior who was kneeling and trembling on the ground, and pushed him to Matsushima's seat.

"You want to bet with him."

It's over. Shirakawa showed a rare look of fear.

"Didn't you say you wanted to bet with me?"

"Yeah, I let this guy bet with you in my name, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Matsushima was very happy.

Shirakawa was fooled.

"No, no, Sister Matsushima, please let me go. Call the principal, he will protect me," the yellow-haired senior was already starting to speak incoherently with fear.

"You are playing this sacred game in my name, and you don't feel honored at all?" Yoshiko Matsushima kept smiling, but this smile was always dark and cruel.

"I, of course I'm honored, I~"

"It's an honor. Of course, you can also choose to forfeit and just consider this guy the winner. I will load this revolver with bullets myself and shoot your little head to pieces." Matsushima gently poked the yellow-haired senior's head.

"I...I play." The yellow-haired senior answered in a trembling voice.

"Okay, since both parties have 'voluntarily' participated in this game, let me briefly introduce the rules." Matsushima sat on the side of the table, between Shirakawa and the yellow-haired senior.

The bodyguards took out several transparent riot shields from outside and placed them around Matsushima and in front of him.

It was obviously to protect her safety and prevent the two of them from raising their guns and attacking Songdao on a whim.

Matsushima flicked the magazine of his revolver and showed the two the bullet inside.

"Participants of the game take turns to point the gun at their heads and pull the trigger. The last one alive is the winner. Of course, if you dare to point the gun at the wrong place, my bodyguards will shoot you. In addition, I will add an extra rule." Matsushima paused mysteriously, "While you are playing, if anyone makes me happy, I will consider ending the game."

How to cheer her up? Tell her a joke?

Baichuan suppressed his inner panic and thought carefully.

After Matsushima finished speaking, he pushed the magazine hard. The magazine kept turning, and a squeaking sound of metal wind could be heard.

With a click of the hand, the magazine returns to the gun. No one knows where the bullet will be fired, but you will know after a while.

Baichuan took a deep breath. The situation was now completely out of control and his heart was pounding.

Next, it all depends on luck and fate.

The yellow-haired senior student opposite actually shed two lines of tears out of fear.

Matsushima threw the revolver through the gap in the riot shield and placed it in the center of the table.

The two men looked at the gun, and neither of them had the courage to be the first to raise it.

"Well, since this guy has a relationship with the principal, let him go first. After all, the chance of getting shot if you shoot first is only one in six, so the chance of surviving is five in six!" Matsushima laughed and joked on the side, not caring who lost the game first.

The yellow-haired senior picked up the pistol tremblingly, looked at the dark muzzle, and couldn't help swallowing.

Pointing it at his forehead, he could feel the coldness coming from the muzzle of the gun.

Perhaps because he was afraid of dying ugly, or perhaps because he was afraid of not dying quickly enough, he struggled in pain and pointed the gun at the side of his head.

He kept on doing this and was reluctant to shoot.

At this point, Baichuan muttered quietly: "No matter what, no matter who goes first or last, our chances of survival are still one in two."

"What do you mean?" Matsushima raised his eyebrows slightly.

"When this game started, it was destined that one of us would die. It was just a matter of sooner or later."

"No, isn't this a question about probability?"

It seems like Songdao obviously has no culture.

"We take turns shooting. You can think of it from another angle. It's equivalent to each of us choosing three positions in the six-round magazine of the revolver. Whoever chooses that bullet will die," Baichuan explained.

"Hahahaha! It's so interesting that you still think about this at this time." Matsushima was laughing so hard that she fell backwards. It was the first time she saw someone who was so talkative while playing this kind of life-gambling game.

Look at the little yellow-haired boy again. He is so scared that he almost peed his pants. I guess his brain has short-circuited.

"Look, I made you laugh. Can you let us go?" Baichuan asked.

"That's not happiness. How can I be happy if I smile?" Matsushima was obviously going back on his words. "But, the difference in your mental qualities is a bit too big. I guess I have to help the little yellow-haired guy."

The bodyguard began to search Shirakawa and took out the pills wrapped in a small plastic bag and the small glass bottle of female eyebrow medicine from him.

The bodyguard was about to open the plastic bag and force-feed it to Shirakawa, but was met with strong resistance from Shirakawa.

"I won't take it. There's something wrong with this medicine!"

"What is the problem?"

"This drug is addictive. Taking it will destroy someone's spirit."

Matsushima frowned slightly, realizing that something was wrong.

When the principal brought the pills to sell in the Nagasaki Club, Matsushima's subordinate supervisor went to the laboratory clinic for examination. The report he came up with was that it was a simple eyebrow medicine for women, which only enhanced the effect of "Xingyu" and had no side effects on people's physical and mental health.

Where does this addiction come from?

When Shirakawa saw Matsushima's puzzled look, he instantly realized that she and the principal were not in the same group.

She might not be very familiar with the effects of this drug, so Shirakawa immediately explained, "This drug has harmed many students in our school. Many of them were tricked by the principal to work in the Nagasaki Club. Now they are lying in the psychiatric beds of the hospital because of this drug. You can check it out and you will know."

Not right.

Matsushima leaned back in his chair and pondered. Although Matsushima would capture the wives and daughters of debtors to come in and pay the debts, she only made them suffer physically and never worked 996, oppressing or exploiting them. She also gave them two days of rest a week. She also arranged their food and accommodation very well. There was also an advanced medical room inside to provide treatment for girls who were injured due to being trained too harshly.

Moreover, when signing the loan agreement, both the debtor and his wife and daughter were fully aware of the consequences of not being able to repay the money, and the interest rate was not at the level of usury.

Matsushima has done its best.

As for some people protesting that it is immoral to force these women to do these services to pay off their debts.

Songdao Management is an underground gang, not a charity. This is just the suffering of dignity and physical pain.

If it were any other underworld organization, they would probably lock these people up and sell their power.

If what Baichuan said was true, these girls were really corrupted and harmed by these pills, and he, the boss, was kept in the dark, then the whole thing would not be so simple.

Some people deceive their superiors and hide the truth from their subordinates.

The Zhuying Society is about to start a bloody storm.

"You," Matsushima pointed at her most trusted bodyguard, "go check if what he said is true."

"Yes."

Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief, now he probably didn't have to gamble his life anymore.

"What's wrong? You think you got away with it? It's not that easy.

Matsushima now has some appreciation for Shirakawa, but the game still has to be played.

She has not yet achieved her goal.

Matsushima walked around the riot shield and picked up the potion in the glass bottle.

"What's in this, Brother Shirakawa?" Matsushima leaned down and smelled in Shirakawa's ear. He put his right arm around Shirakawa's head and shook the potion in his hand in front of Shirakawa's eyes.

"This, this is also eyebrow medicine." Shirakawa's back of the head lightly touched Matsushima's white arm, and he could smell the charming cherry blossom scent on Matsushima's body.

"Hey~ Does this medicine have any side effects?"

"No, no." Baichuan shook his head.

"Okay! That's what you said." Matsushima suddenly stood up, held Shirakawa's chin with his left hand, pinched his cheeks, and used his right thumb to open the rubber stopper and poured all the liquid in the glass bottle into Shirakawa's mouth.

"Cough, no..." Baichuan's voice quickly turned into coughing and swallowing sounds caused by choking on water.