Forced to sell misery

into the night.

The entire Flower Street seemed to have come alive, with colorful lanterns lighting up the entire street, making the night even more alluringly hazy.

The moonlight was dim, but one could faintly hear people laughing in the courtyard, and the light sounds of the shamisen.

Sitting on the roof of the "Asakusa" house, Jing Ye sighed silently.

Although it’s not a dark and windy day...it’s also a rare and good time to kill someone.

Seeing several maids carrying different things passing through the corridor and walking into a room, Jing Ye silently raised the corners of his lips.

The time has come.

-

"Hanami-sama?"

Outside the room, someone knocked on the door. "Are you ready? The guest is already urging us."

"Yes." A voice replied.

Then, the door was pushed open from the inside, and a burst of fragrance came in.

The first to come out was an older woman, followed by two young girls dressed similarly.

They are children who follow the oiran, similar to maids, and when they grow up they may become the next oiran.

Then, with the sound of wooden clogs, a small section of smooth and white calf appeared in front of the person who was leading the way, and above that, the hem of a kimono skirt embroidered with intricate and gorgeous patterns.

"Ms. Hanami."

Not daring to peek any further, the people who were being guided bowed their heads.

"Let's go."

The digital newcomers following behind also filed out one after another.

With the red ambiguous lights, the "Asakusa" house for girls officially began to operate——

The nightlife has just begun.

-

The sky began to darken and the sparse lights gradually came on.

Next to the crowded streets, under the lights of the shops, is a rare quiet corner.

"Have you... been drinking?" Itachi frowned.

"Uh...it's really lively here..." Shisui scratched his hair and changed the subject stiffly.

"Just a little bit... going to a place like that without drinking would arouse suspicion." Finally, Shisui muttered softly, defeated by Itachi's gaze.

"Forget it." Itachi sighed and turned to leave.

"You..." Shisui grabbed Itachi's wrist with a conflicted look on his face.

"I understand," Itachi said briefly. "It's not like we haven't come across intelligence missions before."

"Eh?" Shisui was stunned. He looked at Itachi, who was only as tall as his shoulders, and was 13 years old.

In his eyes, no matter how talented or reliable he is, he still regards him as a younger brother who needs care and love...

And his brother, who was only 13 years old and still a minor, was abducted by a bad boss and taken to a place that was not suitable for children...

His eyes gradually became murderous, and Shisui took a deep breath, "Where's Hatake Kakashi? I have something to discuss with him."

"..."

-

"Asakusa" House

In the Japanese-style room.

Waka is graceful, haiku is subtle,

The scent of incense lingers in the air.

The woman was wearing a gorgeous kimono and kneeling beside the table.

Sitting opposite her was a man who looked to be in his fifties, also dressed in fancy clothes.

"please."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, then held up the wine glass with her slender hands and slowly handed it over.

"Ms. Hanami is quite proactive." The man seemed pleased and laughed heartily.

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing, but handed the wine glass over gently.

"Ms. Hanami is exceptionally beautiful today." But the man did not take the glass of wine - his greedy eyes were like a sticky poisonous snake, slowly sliding across the woman's body, and finally stopping under her slender neck, on her exposed shoulders and delicate collarbone.

The woman seemed to shrink under such an explicit gaze.

"So beautiful... Miss Hanami, would you be willing to do it for me..." The man paused meaningfully in the middle of his words, took the wine glass from the woman's hand with one hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, then withdrew her hands. Her small hands were hidden under the wide sleeves of her kimono, leaving only her cold white fingertips exposed.

Like a silent... temptation.

Such a beautiful and charming scene made the man dizzy. He couldn't help but get closer to the woman, and his slippery eyes became more and more presumptuous.

"for me……"

Looking at the beautiful face of the woman who seemed to be shy and silent, the man's expression became more and more excited. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the woman into his arms...

Suddenly, the outstretched hand froze—his eyes widened unnaturally, the man's pupils trembled, and red bloodshot covered his entire eyeballs—

Black blood oozed from all his orifices, the man's entire body began to twitch, and his wrinkled face looked hideous and terrifying.

The woman just watched this scene silently, her smile gone. Her face was expressionless under her bright makeup. Her overly red lips contrasted with her pale face, making her look like a ghost from hell.

Now, she had to watch this person who had nothing to do with her die, just for a boring task.

It turns out that she can become so despicable that she would sacrifice the lives of people who have nothing to do with her in order to achieve a certain goal.

The woman raised the corners of her lips and chuckled faintly.

The man fell down -

His sleeve swept across the table, spilling wine all over the floor, breaking porcelain splattered on the ground, and the wine poured, inevitably, a few drops splashed onto the corner of the woman's clothes.

"you--"

At this time, the mama-san behind the screen finally reacted and jumped up in shock!

“Shh,” the woman tilted her head to look at Mama-san, a gentle smile on her lips - in such a situation, she looked ghostly and gorgeous.

As if she had turned back into the courtesan Hanami, the woman raised her index finger to her lips and whispered, "Don't make a sound."

It seemed like a gentle comfort, but it was actually a blatant threat.

"Otherwise, I don't know what more terrible thing I would do."

“You…you,”

Her lips moved but she couldn't utter a complete word. Mama-san fell to her knees, her face paler than the powder she was applying on her face.

The woman walked forward expressionlessly, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and stabbed it into the chest of the fallen man.

She had to make sure that this guy was completely dead.

Even though the technique isn't very sophisticated and is even full of mistakes, but... this can make the water more muddy.

The woman stood up, took off her outermost dress and threw it on the corpse, covering the distorted dead face of the Daimyo of the Water Country.

It’s disgusting…

but……

This dress is indeed for you to see, Lord Daimyo.

mission completed.

Now, comes the hard part.

How can she get out of here alive without exposing her identity?

Looking at the guard who sensed something was wrong and rushed in, and the mama-san who was trembling in fear in the corner, the woman thought casually.