The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

Because of Akashi Seijuro's help, many things can be executed faster.

When the appointed time came, Fushimi and Tsunayoshi appeared at the entrance of the bar. The difference from yesterday was that besides the various luxury cars parked at the entrance, there were a few more black men with wireless earphones hanging on them. Although the men in suits seem to have nothing to do with parking guys in general high-end consumer places, the two teenagers can easily see the muscular state they have been on guard all along, as well as the hot weapons pinned to their lower backs.

Fushimi glanced away before looking away, and walked beside Tsunayoshi as if he didn't notice anything. After the staff at the door confirmed the identities of the two of them, he swaggered in and walked in until they Disappearing at the door, those few people still maintained their bowing postures without any neglect.

After entering, there is a not-so-long corridor with worthless oil paintings and all kinds of decorations hanging on it. Fushimi, who has carefully looked at these things yesterday, has confirmed that there are no There is a hollow device that contains weapons and medicines, so when the boy who was a step behind him suddenly stopped, he tilted his head in confusion, looked at the side face of the person who suddenly turned his head with surprise, and then walked along He looked at the mural beside him.

The overall decoration of [Aonzo] tends to be in a modern style, with unique and simplified decoration. Compared with the European style, which is based on romanticism and emphasizes luxury, richness and dynamic effects full of strong impact, the design here is relatively simple. Most of the decorations here have curves, and are mainly composed of asymmetrical lines. The three-dimensional forms are orderly, the curves are clearly layered, and a large number of iron structures are used, but there are also glass, pottery, etc. Craft products, so the murals with classical European style on this side are out of tune with the surroundings in this space, like pens and inks that have been forced in, smudged the entire wall.

Fushimi paid attention to this corner yesterday, but the lack of a designer, or the personal hobbies of the boss here, will distinguish this wall from the overall decoration style. After all, the more you go inside, the The more ambiguous the lighting, the more likely the dark murals will be ignored by the greedy customers, so he didn't pay special attention to it.

The waiter who was leading the way by their side did not change expression, stood in front of them with nose, eyes, eyes and heart, no curious questions, no redundant explanations, it seemed that they didn't care about the whim of the guests at all, and only focused on their own A matter of duty.

Just when Fushimi was about to ask Tsunayoshi, the brown-haired boy came back to his senses abruptly, withdrew his gaze from the wall that was still glued to the wall just now, and shook his head at another boy who was looking at him, Indicating that there is nothing wrong, the group of people walked inside again.

For a short distance, Gang Ji walked quite absent-mindedly. The portrait that flashed by from his peripheral vision just now was clearly the face of the first life, but when he regained his senses, he looked at the wall seriously again. When I was there, it seemed that the moment just now was entirely my own dazzle, and it was obviously just a wall with European-style murals that can be seen everywhere.

He rubbed his brows wearily, wondering whether he had been in a trance due to poor sleep recently. When he saw the interior decoration similar to that of Pengo Lie's headquarters, he would involuntarily replay the scene of Pengo Lie in his mind Inside, that's why I inexplicably saw a portrait of I in my mind.

The first floor was even quieter than when they came yesterday, only two men were chatting with each other, and the wine bottles were placed in an orderly manner. Gang Ji looked up through the light and knew that it was the Qing clan who came to cover In order not to hurt ordinary people, the clerical staff who reserved the venue pretended to glance around casually, and followed the waiter down the stairs.

The staircase is not too long, it is divided into three sections and turns two corners, but it separates the rooms on the two floors as if they are two worlds.

When walking down the last flight of stairs around the corner, a world of nightlife that existed in Tsunayoshi's fantasy entered his eyes.

Beautiful women and men of different ages are swinging their bodies on the dance floor. Although there are not many of them, the atmosphere is heated up very well. It is not deafening, but it will definitely shorten the distance of people who step into it. The sound of the music suddenly swallowed the question Tsunayoshi was going to ask Fushimi.

Tsuna looked around with the light that was definitely not bright but not too bright to make people see clearly, and quickly found the teenagers who hadn't seen each other for a few days sitting together.

They also seemed to have seen the two people who were ushered in. The blond boy stood up from his seat and quickly waved at him.

"Here, here, Tsunakichi!"

His expression was very excited, but Gangji couldn't hear what he was saying at all. Although there were not many people on this floor, Gangji was still a gentleman and asked a lady to move to make a little pitiful space for him. himself, so that he and Fushimi can walk from the crowd to the opposite side smoothly.

Hei Zizhe also made room for the two of them, and sat on the side by himself. Because he wasn't very used to this kind of environment, he kept silent. Even when Gang Ji arrived, he just nodded, and then poured out the cocktail in his hand. Handed over.

"Thank you," Tsunaki took the things in Heizi Tetsuya's hands, and thanked him naturally, but he didn't even hear the words himself. Even if you talk to people around you, you won't be able to hear them if you don't raise the volume. Even if you talk openly about something that should not be known to outsiders, it will be difficult to attract the attention of others here.

That's why we set the trading location here.

Gang Ji took a sip of the wine, even though the alcohol content in the glass handed over by the blue-haired boy was very low, he still cautiously just dipped his mouth.

The manager I saw yesterday was standing beside the bartender, busy with his hands, as if he was preparing their list for himself, Fushimi Saruhiko only took one look, and recognized this man Come out, and just as he looked away, the man raised his head and looked in his direction accurately.

Even though this gaze was not malicious or aggressive, Fushimi Saruhiko was still keenly aware of it.

His movements didn't stop or be unnatural because of the man's reaction. He looked to the other side, then slightly bent to pick up the beer on the table, opened it and took a big sip, then lowered his eyes and waved his hands lazily The wine bottle inside, leaning against the sofa, squinting slightly to look at the person twisting his body on the dance floor, without saying a word.

Originally, this floor was not reserved for the purpose of not scaring the snake away, so that it could be operated normally. Fushimi naturally didn't want to attract the suspicion of the people inside, so he pretended to be slightly drunk, and occasionally took a sip from his hand. beer.

Tsuna Yoshi didn't notice the turbulence between the two of them. After he put down his wine glass, just as he was about to talk to Fushimi, he saw the boy's abnormal behavior. According to his impression of this colleague, he knew that this was a man who looked at Fushimi. Lazy and slack, but a good cadre who will never be sloppy in serious matters, so he has doubts about Fushimi Saruhiko's performance of being passive and sabotage, but he didn't say much, although it is the first time for the two to cooperate. task, but he has developed trust in him in various jobs, knowing that the other party must have his purpose in doing so, so he has returned to his usual appearance, but occasionally he will focus on the people who come and go for a while, with a calm demeanor.

"Work hard, that's not someone you can imagine," the manager, who was still busy just now, knocked on the bartender who was mixing drinks at the bar, and reminded her after watching her tidy up the glasses One sentence.

In fact, there are not many people on this floor, but most of them are concentrated around the dance floor. Under the atmosphere of feasting and feasting, it seems that people are quite crowded, but that is just the result of men and women getting close to each other intentionally. .

Inside, there are rich kids who can tell at a glance that they brought their friends here for entertainment, and there are also rich men who didn’t even take off their suits, but just tore off their ties, and retreated from the gentle disguise. Among them, the more conspicuous ones are There is not a single woman at the whole table, Tsunaji and his party. After all, the people present here are all young and strong, and their faces still have a trace of immaturity in the campus. They are handsome and tidy, and no one shows the appearance of a drunk person. The ugliness, against the background of this environment, makes them look young and attractive.

"Even if it's just one night..." The bartender still seemed unwilling to give up. She glanced at the guests at that table, but she didn't dare to look away. She could only take the opportunity to wipe the wine glass and lower her head with a proper , only the experience around you can hear the volume, because the guests on this floor are all well-known wealthy people, in order to serve them better, the staff who screened in layer by layer will naturally not know their identities, But even if they don't know their specific identities, women who know that their wealth is definitely enough to squander their entire lives are rarely moved. Even in this environment, they have long been disappointed with these sanctimonious first or second generations. But this group of teenagers who were obviously out of place caught his attention.

After all, the heir of this kind of big family would never see even one face of her in the past, but now she is sitting not too far away from her. She has observed the demeanor of those people just now, although she is not Knowing the identities of the two boys who arrived later, but also knowing that the upright red-haired boy sitting inside is the main character among these people. She dare not think about the position of the wife, but as long as she can hook him , why does she have to do this kind of exhausting work here, and she has to endure all kinds of guests every day, and when she encounters unreasonable ones, she will pour wine on her face at will, even thinking that she is She is a rich man who blatantly harassed her. If she had any of these families as her backing, how much would it cost? Besides, other people would look at her face in the future. Sooner or later, she would become a master.

The manager is not young anymore. He has seen too many people. Many times he is willing to remind or even teach, but it is out of love. He has every reason not to care about anything. Anyway, the people who really suffer Not him either.

Seeing that the girl didn't listen to him at all, and seemed to have started to dream of living in a mansion, he shook his head, feeling that he was too lazy to take care of such things.

It's still a little early, so Fushimi basically rests with a glass of wine to recharge his batteries. It will probably take a lot of energy in a while, so... this kind of thing is more suitable for Misaki. Two civilian staff came here to find fault and collect it. , if it weren't for the lack of staff in the youth team, he would think that the head of the office had committed another bad taste.

Akashi clearly rejected the manager's service of adding people, but he didn't want to use Jiu Jin to strike up a conversation with more people than he thought.

He knew that his face was definitely not a secret among rich businessmen and politicians in Japan, so when some unfamiliar faces appeared at the table, he did not seem surprised, but raised his glass calmly and gracefully, although After a few rounds, he didn't even finish a glass of wine, but the few people who thought they had gained face from the Akashi family left satisfied and proud.

If it was in the past, Akashi would have been more likely to directly refuse this meaningless toast, but because if he refuses too much here, it will make people suspicious. Tsunayoshi came here to perform a mission. It's not worth being suspected because they don't fit in with this smoky environment.

So he acquiesced to the actions of these people.

Compared with Midorima Shintaro, who used his cold face to strike up a few women, Kise Ryota's actions are much more skillful. It seems that he is already familiar with this kind of environment, and he is even commenting here on Tsunayoshi drink, and was blocked by Heizi Tetsuya's hand that suddenly stretched out.

"Kise-kun, please don't persuade Tsunayoshi-kun to drink." He said politely but seriously.

"Oh, yes," Kise Ryota suddenly blamed himself for forgetting everything when he saw Tsunakichi, because he knew exactly what Kotsunakichi was going to do here, and knew it was related to his work, so he didn't act like usual talkative.

Today, when Akashi asked them to come to the bar together, everyone was surprised, because in their memory, Akashi Seijuro was simply a young master who had nothing to do with these things, and then Akashi told them lightly When they came to help Gang Ji, they didn't even have time to doubt, they just came here.

The most uncomfortable person is Midorima Shintaro. He didn't want to come, but because he really didn't want to be excluded, he made Sawada Tsunayoshi mistakenly think that he didn't want to help, so he came here like this up.

Although the overall atmosphere was uncomfortable, as time went by, the number of people began to decrease gradually, so the whole place was not chaotic, but it was bearable.

Atsushi Murasakihara didn't care about the complex thoughts of each of them, since he sat down, he never stopped talking, and it was the same when everyone was chatting casually.

Looking at the brown-haired boy sitting between Kise Ryota and Fushimi Saru Hiko, he stood up suddenly, put his arms around Sawada Tsunayoshi's waist, and put him beside him.

The body suddenly soared into the air, and a familiar feeling spread up, as expected...

When he was put down, Tsunayoshi looked at Murasakihara's face, which was covered with black lines.

"Sit by my side, Gangzai," he said while feeding the fruit in his hand into the boy's mouth.

"Hey! Murasakihara, don't just hug other people around," Midorima Shintaro felt that Atsushi Murasakihara's behavior was really getting more and more egotistical, and felt that it was necessary to remind him once.

"No," Murasakihara didn't want to listen to Midorima Shintaro's nagging. He turned his head away while eating, like a child having a temper tantrum, using his childish behavior to show his rebellion.

Gang Ji felt slightly tired, because the atmosphere made him feel more and more like when he was in junior high school, it was almost like watching the bickering of elementary school students.

The author has something to say: Seeing that many little angels want to drink pigeon soup, the author noticed that many people like the wing part...

Little Angel: Pull off the white wings and make soup.

Lazy author: It seems... It's not impossible. =w=

Little Angel: So generous?Well, if that's the case then we'll...

Lazy author: For the sake of righteousness, we can only sacrifice white flowers. (Turns around and pulls off Bai Huahua's wings abruptly) Let's use this pair of wings to exchange for the freedom of the pigeons! !Come on, little angels!Take it!Don't be shy, it's so big, so many, everyone will share one point, and you will be full!