Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

It's much more effective than simply interrogating someone by pointing a gun to their head.

Just now, Shirakawa did not waver in that situation. Matsushima was afraid that her plan would be exposed, so she gave him medicine to prevent him from thinking normally.

The first step of the plan is to make the players of the game completely unaware that the gun is loaded with fake bullets that cannot be detonated.

This yellow-haired senior has the final reaction after playing this game.

Matsushima looked at Shirakawa with interest.

The fact that he dared to fire continuously proves that he is a real man.

This man is a good guy, and the Xinggong family should have some recognition of him, otherwise they would not have given him the black card.

It would be nice to have him as a younger brother to take care of miscellaneous tasks.

But out of curiosity, Matsushima still asked.

"Hey, Baichuan, why did you shoot continuously just now?"

"There are no bullets in the gun." Baichuan said paused.

There was a flash of surprise in Matsushima's eyes: "How did you know?"

"Question, question." Baichuan muttered, slapped himself twice, barely suppressed his burning breath, smoothed his tongue, and said reluctantly, "There is something wrong with your action of asking questions. You obviously want to get some information from me. You still have doubts about me, so you won't kill me easily."

"so what?"

"If you were firing real bullets, the game might have ended with the first two shots. If I died, no one would answer your question."

"So, it was my questions and my thirst for knowledge that betrayed me?"

"No, and you, you, are not nervous at all."

The drug Cecilia took was too strong, and Baichuan only remained normal for a few seconds before he became a pervert again.

Matsushima suddenly realized that if I wanted to get information from Shirakawa, I had to keep him alive. Every time Shirakawa fired a gun, I should be the one who was nervous, and I should also be worried about Shirakawa's life or death.

It’s fine if the little yellow-haired boy dies, but if Baichuan dies, he won’t get any information.

Matsushima looked at the man in front of him, who was still enduring the lust brought on by the drugs. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his holy sword was held high. His face and arms were all stained red.

In this case, you can still think rationally.

She had misjudged him. This man was a top grade piece of shit.

We can't let him get away like this.

"Hey, so were you guys just playing a joke on me?!" All the fear that the yellow-haired senior had just felt turned into rage.

Just at this moment, Matsushima's confidant came over and whispered something in her ear.

The more he spoke, the tighter Matsushima's brows furrowed, and the angrier his expression became.

It turns out that what Baichuan said was true.

Her subordinate was bribed by the principal and worked together to deceive her, telling her that the pill had no side effects, and she even specifically allowed the principal to sell it.

Principal Kato violated my trust and did something that was outrageous to both humans and gods.

Let these kids get addicted.

"You can get out now!" Matsushima said angrily.

"Hey," the yellow-haired senior was obviously angry and started to talk back to Matsushima, "Are you guys teaming up to make fun of me?"

Matsushima didn't explain much to him. She snatched her precious revolver from the yellow-haired man's hand, poured out the fake bullet, took out six bullets from her pocket, and loaded them one by one.

“These are fake bullets too.”

"Yes." Matsushima pointed at the yellow-haired man's knee.

boom! ! ! !

There was a gunshot, followed by a burst of fire.

Baichuan also became completely clear-headed in an instant.

"Ahhhh!" The yellow-haired senior's wails echoed throughout the room.

191. Songdo’s Bottom Line

The yellow-haired senior wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face, and fell to the ground.

He hugged his legs and wailed uncontrollably.

The bullet hit him right in the calf.

I saw a circle of burnt holes on the calf.

The heat generated by the friction of the bullet passing through the flesh had steamed his wound and burnt his skin.

"How does this fake bullet taste?" Matsushima, wearing high heels, poked the senior's thigh with the thin heel.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” the senior screamed hysterically.

"You keep chattering on and on. It's so annoying." Matsushima poked his ear with his index finger, "Can you be quiet?"

Although she had been smiling from the beginning till now, she actually despised this yellow-haired senior in her heart.

He betrayed others and was greedy for money, targeting good girls and schoolmates, and even sold disgusting things in his own club under the instruction of the principal.

Among the three things of pornography, gambling and drugs, there is one that even the underworld member Songdao must never touch.

The senior student's body curled up due to the severe pain, his voice became hoarse, and blood began to ooze out of the wound.

"What a loser. Someone, take him to the infirmary."

Two tall bodyguards carried him by the head and feet and escorted him out of the office.

He is not the mastermind and he is just a student. Just teach him a painful lesson.

The next thing to deal with is the people who are most important.

"Go, call the club manager over."

The so-called club manager is mainly responsible for handling various chores of the Nagasaki Club, such as whether drinks should be refilled, the girls' shifts, the salary payment of cleaners and waiters, or handling disputes arising within the club, etc. On the surface, he is the main person in charge of the Nagasaki Club.

He is also the subordinate of the co-principal who deceives his superiors and subordinates.

While calling him over, Matsushima smiled and looked at Shirakawa under her. She stretched out her beautiful feet, teased Shirakawa, and let him touch and play with them.

The more Matsushima looked at Shirakawa, the more he liked him, the kind of love that an emperor has for a brave and skilled general.

There is no shortage of smart people these days, but there is a shortage of smart "good" people.

She must take Baichuan under her command and make him loyal to her wholeheartedly.

Touching the woman's beautiful legs, Baichuan's surging desire was suppressed.

Just as he was about to stick out his tongue to suck, Matsushima grasped the muzzle of the revolver and lightly tapped Shirakawa's forehead with the butt of the pistol.

"Don't worry, I know you're anxious, just bear with me for a while until I clean up the mess."

Baichuan knew that this woman had already given him a lot of tolerance and he couldn't push her any further, so he suppressed the burning desire in his heart and just let his hands wander over her white legs.

After a while, the club manager came to the office.

"Big sister, you called me." The club manager looked at the scene in front of him. A young and handsome guy was half-kneeling on the ground serving his big sister, and he felt strange.

He had been with his elder sister for so many years, but he had never seen her allow a man to have such close contact with her.

This man is not ordinary.

Looking at the fresh bloodstains on the carpet, the club manager couldn't help but feel frightened, but he still pretended to be calm.

What on earth happened?

"Oh~~" Matsushima sighed deeply, grabbed a bag of pink pills on the table, and glanced in front of the club manager.

"Tell me, what are these?"

"This, this is just an ordinary pill for strengthening sperm and kidneys and enhancing sexual desire. I reported this to you last time." The club manager was nervous and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"Oh~ so~, then what about those girls in the hospital's psychiatric department?" Matsushima asked.

"Hey, big sister, you..."

"I've investigated everything." Matsushima crossed his legs and let Shirakawa half-kneel on the ground to caress him. "This pill is addictive. Long-term use will cause almost irreversible mental damage to the user. Am I right?"

The club manager also knew that the situation was hopeless, so he had to keep his head down and remain silent, not even daring to refute.

"You swore to me that there was no problem with this pill, so I turned a blind eye and allowed Principal Kato to sell it here." Matsushima continued, and the club manager remained silent.

"I never thought that since I took over the Takezakura Society, these brothers who followed me to build the empire would actually betray me one day." Matsushima snorted coldly, with a hint of sadness between his brows.

"Big sister, please listen to me." The club manager knelt on one knee and explained eagerly, "This pill has a high profit margin and is very popular among the rich and powerful. Moreover, once these girls take it, they will become lustful and obedient, and can be played with at will."

"So what?" Matsushima appeared calm on the surface, but his hand holding the pistol began to tremble slightly.

"These women are just trading objects, consumables, and tools for us to make money. We can use them and dispose of them in any way we want, as long as they can make money for us!"

"I don't deny that there are women who are opportunistic and sell their bodies in the Nagasaki Club, but some of them are collateral for the creditors, and they can be redeemed when they have money. Some of them lost their jobs due to the economic downturn and were forced to work here because they urgently needed money. Your conclusion is too arbitrary. What do you think of them?" Matsushima said slowly, with a sense of sadness. No one would have thought that the little brother who had followed him for many years would be blinded by money and say such outrageous words.

"It doesn't matter how these rich and powerful people train and play with me. Nagasaki Club is a place for erotic services. But you let these girls eat this kind of stuff, which has crossed my red line. I will never let you off easily!"

Matsushima's remarks made Shirakawa look at her with a higher opinion. He originally thought that she was a black-hearted evil boss who exploited girls, but he didn't expect that she still had some principles.

Shirakawa has his own opinion. He thinks that decadent places like the Nagasaki Club should not exist.

But just like when Cecilia was arguing about pure love, Cecilia also said that if you want to do pure love, just do it with everyone, which is a theory completely contrary to what Baichuan thought.

Everyone has different experiences, different outlooks on life, and different values.

But Matsushima, the queen of the underworld, felt that everything that happened in the Nagasaki club was just business, and these girls were more like her employees, working under her.

She used tough measures to eliminate dissidents and punish criminals, while sticking to her own bottom line.

Both good and evil, this is the only way Shirakawa can describe Matsushima.

"You have followed me for so many years. Even if you have made no contributions, you have worked hard. But this does not mean that this matter can be written off." Matsushima took out a revolver, emptied all the bullets inside, put them in his pocket, took out three bullets, and went to the ammunition compartment. "You should know how the Takezakura Society will punish traitors, right?"

The three golden bullets were arranged in a triangle, with an empty bullet hole between each bullet.

"6 bullets, in probability." Matsushima said coldly.

"Sister, I just got married and my wife is pregnant recently. The child can't be without a father!" The club manager knelt down and kowtowed to Matsushima repeatedly.

His head hit the carpet with a dull thud.

"You can take away my position or kick me out, but I can give you all my money. Just spare my life."

“Sorry, rules are rules.”

This is also the reason why Matsushima has been able to firmly control the Takezakura Society over the years.

Without rules, there can be no order.

Matsushima threw his revolver to the floor.

"If you survive, you will be demoted to a staff member of the club and do odd jobs in the club from now on. This is your punishment. But if you die, I will notify your family to collect your body."

The club manager raised the gun, his hand shaking as he gripped the gun handle.

His eyes were full of fear of death.

The past flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, including the time when I accompanied my eldest sister to "conquer the world", the hard work when the Nagasaki Club just opened, and the happiness when I got married and married my wife.

In just a few seconds, he recalled all the important things that happened in his life.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the side of his head.

Half.

The pressure is much greater than when the yellow-haired senior played Russian roulette.

The air seemed to be still at this moment, and the bodyguards were watching quietly to see if this manager could defeat the god of death.

Click.

Again nothing happened.

This gun seems to be under a magic spell. As long as it is not fully loaded with bullets, it will definitely fire blanks.

"Congratulations, you won."

"Thank you, thank you Sister Matsushima for sparing my life." The club manager cried with joy.