[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-35":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2339019,4573,"Chapter 35: Under the Skirt Lies a Beast","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>Unlike the fearsome monster Luo Quan had imagined, Yamamoto Kōfu looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, one whose face vanished instantly from memory if you so much as blinked while passing him on the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Luo Quan stepped opposite Yamamoto Kōfu, her spirit instantly sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his open blue shirt lay a vast expanse of greasy, flabby skin, tattooed with a black descending tiger—its body stretched across his entire chest and abdomen, rendered with masterful, majestic skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though layers of belly fat had dulled much of the tiger’s ferocity, its cold eyes radiated a predatory gaze that struck terror into anyone who met it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of Star Ye  Sakura swallowing saliva was jarringly loud in the silence; Yamamoto’s men all smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was only natural—anyone facing a yakuza boss like this would be terrified. Luo Quan’s heart pounded too, though she hid it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please sit.” Yamamoto Kōfu gestured with his hand toward the two guests; his voice was low and heavy. His left hand bore only three fingers—his pinky and ring finger had been cleanly severed above the first knuckle, the wound smooth as if cut by a swift blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Yamamoto’s demeanor had so far been courteous, Luo Quan and Star Ye  Sakura had already endured two rounds of intimidation. Facing such a man head-on was crushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both took a quiet breath and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Star Ye -san, I invited you politely to dinner before, and you refused. You insisted on turning this into a mess—and yet here you are. Why go through all this?” Yamamoto Kōfu smiled faintly at Star Ye  Sakura, then snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His men immediately placed three clean glass tumblers on the table and poured red wine from the decanter—fully oxidized—into each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rich, intoxicating aroma filled the air. Though Luo Quan knew nothing of wine, even she could tell this was an exceptional vintage; whether it was truly an ’82 premium bottle, she couldn’t say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu was surprisingly gentlemanly, gesturing for the two women to serve themselves first. Under the circumstances, neither dared consider poison—they could only grit their teeth and take a glass, though they left them untouched on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu, however, lifted his remaining glass, didn’t swirl it, and drank it down in one gulp—crude, bold, and perfectly fitting his station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Star Ye  Sakura finally gathered her courage and spoke the words she’d rehearsed: “Mr. Yamamoto, I refused your invitation before because my work was overwhelming—I had no choice. But your later actions were unnecessary. I actually planned to visit you once this busy period passed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu sneered: “Star Ye -san, those words might fool a three-year-old, but they insult me to hear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know my business isn’t respectable, and it’s perfectly natural for a rising star like you to avoid me. I’ve never lacked for beautiful women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I only wanted to have dinner with you—simple. But you outright rejected me on the phone. Honestly, I’ve never been turned down like that in all these years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the men I sent to fetch you ended up in the Metropolitan Police Department. Now the entire yakuza world knows. If I don’t handle this properly, it’s not just my face that’s lost—it’s the honor of the Sumiyoshi-kai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So today I came. I apologize for my hasty refusal.” Star Ye  Sakura’s tone was sincere, rising to bow—when Yamamoto Kōfu waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too late for this now. If every problem could be solved with an apology, what would we need police for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu’s words, paired with his smile, were a cruel mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been rejected outright before; now she came begging to apologize. Even a celebrity, before a true power, is nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only wanted dinner with Star Ye  Sakura to satisfy his vanity—her fame was undeniable across Japan, and dining with her would’ve been a major status boost. But now, this situation gave him far greater pleasure than any meal ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you,” Yamamoto Kōfu finally remembered Luo Quan was also his “guest.” “The white-faced Chinese girl who’s been everywhere in Japan lately—you nearly slipped my mind. I’ve got two of the hottest stars in one room. Even my boss doesn’t have this kind of luck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of it, Yamamoto Kōfu felt a swell of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I have to apologize too?” Luo Quan blinked. She thought she was just supposed to accompany Star Ye  Sakura and watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu frowned: “Don’t you think you did something wrong? My men were sent to jail because of you—you’re the one who humiliated me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You broke into our home and kidnapped us. What I did wasn’t illegal—I won’t apologize!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentioning apology triggered her memory of Twitter—and she exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shouldn’t have reacted so impulsively. But the anger and dread she’d suppressed since yesterday had piled beyond endurance—and now, it burst free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu narrowed his eyes, radiating danger: “Is this your attitude, Quan-shi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re adults. No need for games. We’re here to solve a problem—not listen to your sarcasm!” Ignoring Star Ye  Sakura’s desperate pleading eyes, Luo Quan quietly pressed the communication button on her watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know how to repay your honor—but name your price. I can’t pay now, but I’ll write a promissory note. Other terms too. But don’t expect us to apologize for something we didn’t do—not a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu laughed heartily: “You’ve got spirit. Conquering a woman like you would be far more satisfying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I’m not looking for a boyfriend. You’ll need to pick another demand.” At this point of tension, Luo Quan had little rationality left—and frankly, rationality wouldn’t help anyway. Yamamoto Kōfu had no intention of letting them go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the mask was off, she stopped pretending. Once the words were out, her courage swelled. Her entire demeanor shifted—no longer timid, but defiant, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yamamoto Kōfu hadn’t expected her to be so bold—but in his eyes, it was just bluster. The bar was full of his men. What could two girls possibly do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly stood, revealing a cruel smile: “You think I didn’t see your little move just now? Those watches on your wrists—are they communicators? Press the button, and you call your outside allies to call the police, right? Then you get saved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How naive. This is my stronghold. To prevent eavesdropping by rival gangs, I’ve installed countless signal jammers here. Unless someone smashes the door down, no one will ever know what happens inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Star Ye  Sakura turned deathly pale, her body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s expression didn’t change. From the start, she’d never counted on Japanese police.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do I want?” Yamamoto Kōfu chuckled. “You just said it yourself—we’re adults, so…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legally, Luo Quan was only nineteen—still a minor under Japanese law. But this lust-driven brute clearly didn’t care. Around him, his men snickered, as if already anticipating their share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene, this script—Luo Quan knew it too well. If she and Star Ye  Sakura swapped their clothes for black leather bodysuits, it could’ve been a low-budget action movie set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn’t some helpless detective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Yamamoto,” Luo Quan lifted her skirt and drew a white weapon from the thigh holster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stared—it was a pistol.\u003C\u002Fp>",1212,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3b21b97cf91aa7dfd50b21edb2bc61566b0b5a1f70433fd7ab5cf12b02ffab2d","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-36","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-34",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]