Chapter 900

For the profession of a host, if you become the top one, your income in Ri Ben is very high—Bai Lang had also seen a group of host-style punks pulling customers on the street at night in Kabukicho. In his view, these people were all ass-men, and the feminine energy on their faces and bodies made people want to slap a dozen of them to death. Now this one was definitely not Sayoko's husband—to say that a host could afford this high-end apartment was indeed normal, but looking at the expression and temperament, one knew that Sayoko's husband should be a middle-to-high-level manager of a large enterprise.

Maybe he was also from Dong Da...

This host was also awesome, immediately finding an excuse to slip away. Bai Lang was not polite at all, directly sitting in the host's seat—at this time, the dishes hadn't been served yet. The waiter saw Bai Lang's fierce look, and saw that Sayoko seemed to know this customer, so he didn't make trouble and started serving dishes. Bai Lang started eating swaggeringly. "Don't worry, I won't ask you to pay. Rather, I'll treat you this time. After all, we've been neighbors for so long, consider it my small treat."

Sayoko opposite was like sitting on pins and needles, but didn't dare to leave, and didn't know what kind of expression to use to face the fierce man in front of her—she now thought this man was a gangster. "Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to know that you are playing with a host outside, would you?" Bai Lang said the words he had long wanted to say for fun.

Bai Lang's movements of eating were quite rough, but not rude. While eating, he didn't stare at Sayoko, and his previous words were a bit careless. But Sayoko had already been frightened. She wanted to open her mouth to beg for mercy, but seemed not to know how to open her mouth. Just say please don't tell my husband? This was too direct, so the final result was that she didn't say a word, and eating was like chewing wax.

After eating and drinking, Bai Lang stood up. "Let's go." He said, and Sayoko looked like her expression changed thousands of times, but after a few seconds, she still obediently stood up and followed Bai Lang.

Arriving downstairs at the apartment, after swiping the card to enter, Sayoko followed behind Bai Lang with her head down—this woman should be in a mess now, not knowing what to do, just blankly following Bai Lang, waiting for the judgment of fate. If she were divorced by her husband because of this, her life could almost be said to be over—in this era when the economy was not very good, the most likely result for a divorced woman was to sell herself.

Bai Lang entered the elevator, and Sayoko followed. Bai Lang pressed the floor—his movements paused but he didn't press other floors. He actually knew which floor Sayoko lived on; he knew it from the first time he saw her. The perception of an expert could naturally detect whether the elevator next door was stopped above or below by a few meters. Bai Lang was just testing it, although he was actually quite sure...

Sure enough, Sayoko didn't press the button, and when Bai Lang reached the floor and got out of the elevator, she followed behind—following Bai Lang into his room, and then stood there motionless. "Are you prepared to kneel and beg for mercy?" Bai Lang sat on the sofa swaggeringly, looking amusedly at Sayoko, who was twisting her hands. "Madam, you came here, you must have been prepared for what would happen, right? I hope to see your sincerity."

Bai Lang was evil and awe-inspiring at this moment. For a moment, his fierce appearance looked a bit like Cao Charlie. Not Simon Yam, because he was a refined scum Ximen Qing, and his appearance was a white-faced scholar. Bai Lang was at least Lord Lei, just with a bit of Cao Charlie's charm—really not that scum among scums, scum among scums.

Bai Lang looked excitedly at Sayoko's reluctance on her face. However, although her hands were very slow, she was indeed slowly unbuttoning her clothes...

After the event, Bai Lang leaned on the head of the bed, watching the woman put on her clothes one by one and run out silently. "The handle is already in hand." The fighter muttered, "This is exactly the same as the plot in the movie."

The next day, Bai Lang really saw Sayoko's husband—he watched the elevator stop on her floor, and then the middle-aged man who came down and opened it must be him. This person also really looked like an elite, with a designer suit and a briefcase, going directly to the underground garage to prepare to drive to work. "This appearance and temperament are actually much better than that host. This Sayoko still wants to raise a host, really no conscience." Bai Lang sighed for this brother secretly.

However, would this brother have a mistress? Judging from Bai Lang's keen observation, eight out of ten times there was an outsider outside. However, what does this have to do with it? Now Bai Lang could only confirm one point: Sayoko was on call. After this man, who was a nodding acquaintance, left, he made a strange laughing sound, and he himself was also preparing to go around and see.

The natural scenery of Ri Ben was actually quite good. As for the cultural landscape, it was actually about the same in the country. Everywhere was selling similar tourist souvenirs, at most differing in local snacks. In terms of monotony, Ri Ben was even better—their local snacks were almost all sweet buns, basically red bean paste... Bai Lang had asked the company that he had no competition plans recently, so he took the Shinkansen to travel everywhere.

He could also speak Japanese. Martial arts practiced to his level could be considered an earthly immortal, and his learning ability was still very strong. And a long, long time ago, he had also seen descriptions of so-called famous railway bento in many manga, and even more food manga about different bento at various stations in Ri Ben. There really was an introduction manual for this, so after Bai Lang took one, he prepared to eat all the way to see.

"Pah! It's terrible! I'm convinced!" These bento were cold, not to mention, the taste was surprisingly monotonous. Once or twice, he felt it was quite good, three or four times was also okay, but by the fifth or sixth time, he was already tired of it. And Bai Lang confirmed one point—except for the three major metropolitan areas, the small and medium-sized towns in other parts of this country were actually dying. The cities he went to were only lively at the station, and walking inside, they were all empty houses.

Hot spring hotels still had some popularity, but other places were really not good. Many could clearly see that they were past shopping streets, and now they were all closed. Bai Lang was quite happy—the small country being like this made him happy, nothing else, just happy.

After wandering outside for half a month, he returned home in a good mood, so he made a phone call... Not long after, he saw someone knocking on the door gently. Opening it, Sayoko was standing outside, looking like she was forcing a smile. ===== CHAPTER 901 =====