Chapter 1038

South Asian dispatch workers in Japan live like dogs.

No, sometimes they feel they are even worse than dogs.

Although Japan applies the five-day, eight-hour work system, for dispatch workers it is obviously more relaxed; these South Asians from India can only rest six days a month! Each workday's working hours are over ten hours! And they only get 1.5 times overtime pay! Even the meal allowance is only 500 yen per person per meal!

Even so, working that hard, they only take home about 250,000 yen a month, which is a very meager wage; they still have to send money back to India each month, generally including agency fees and money sent to relatives, leaving them with almost only 180,000 yen in hand. Since most of their food and lodging are in the factory, this expense is not much, so this group of South Asians can at most save 100,000 yen a month to enjoy bubble baths at hostess clubs!

Yes, contrary to everyone's imagination, whether Indian or old Mexican, in reality they do not have the habit of large savings; generally, they spend whatever they have, and in reality only a few East Asian countries have a very strong savings habit.

The Cheetah Person really felt he was worse than a dog.

Dogs still have people feeding them, petting them, loving them.

What do they have?

"We only have the endless boxes on the construction site, the bunk beds in the dormitory, and that bit of remittance sent back to India each month." The remaining money is spent on alcohol, cigarettes, and a barbecue meal.

Then, naturally, they just want to find a place where they can forget everything.

That is sexual desire.

It's a pity that, although not absolutely, the vast majority of Japanese women would not look down on South Asians; they generally can only find their own kind, but South Asian dispatch workers abroad are almost certainly male, especially in places like Nagoya.

Uesugi Muneyuki could feel the Cheetah Person's angry emotion; he did not interrupt, because this was the Cheetah Person's last throwing of tiles, and if interrupted, his soul would immediately dissipate.

Come, vent your anger on me fiercely, poor child!

Seeing that he was already dead, Uesugi Muneyuki decided to let him vent a little.

"Theoretically, Japan's hostess clubs do not accept foreigners. But in practice, they accept white people! They most welcome that blond, blue-eyed white foreign gentleman, and the price can be negotiated! Even free! Brown-haired, blue-eyed also works…… Osaka University has a guy named Wang Shuiniu who knows how many Japanese female students he has slept with, and in the end he is not beautifully invisible!" The Cheetah Person said angrily.

"Second are the yellow-skinned tourists from places like Han De; their language is not fluent but at least they have money, and they look clean and not dirty. There are also those Middle Eastern white headscarves; some shops also accept them, because they spend money without blinking. Even elite niggers from Europe and America, as long as you have money, dress decently, and speak English, there are shops willing to secretly accept you."

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded; although black people have a bad reputation, in reality Europe and America also have many elite black people, but some places cannot access them, because elite black people prioritize immigrating to the United States, France, Britain, and these places; Asia generally sees only third-rate or even ninth-rate scum. "But what about us? We South Asians are at the very bottom of the contempt chain! No matter how much money we spend, double, triple, those bubble bath girls won't even give us a sideways glance. They will say 'Foreigners not allowed,' they will say 'Our shop has rules,' they will say 'Go find another shop.' But the white person standing beside them, they just laugh and pull them in."

"D, can white people just do as they please? Why am I not white? I am not yellow! I would be fine even if I were black! 'Police sir! Do you know that feeling? You hold money in your hand, you are willing to pay three times the price, you just want to find someone to hold you so you can temporarily feel alive. But they look at you, and their gaze is exactly the same as Hirate's gaze at us. That gaze says you are not worthy! You are not worthy to touch Japanese women, you are not worthy to enter this kind of shop, you are not worthy to stand on the ground of this country, you are not worthy to live! You are just a big lump we imported! A floor rag! A human battery! Consumables! Human ore!'"

"South Asians are also people! Why deny us the most basic human rights treatment? This is racial discrimination! If I had known, I would have gone to other countries! There the wages are lower, but they respect us more!"

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded; he understood.

So that night…… when Hirate said those words, these South Asians were completely enraged.

Smelly outsiders, coming to Japan to mooch meals, get lost back to your cesspits, even hostess clubs don't welcome you people!

These words precisely struck the most painful spot in the hearts of these few South Asians.

Tears of the Dream Injury!

Then Hirate also warned them, saying if they dared to touch him once, their visas would be torn off, they would definitely be beaten in the face, and be deported! "So you guys just did it?" Uesugi Muneyuki said.

"It was Vikram who first moved his hand. He grabbed her arm. At that time we still had reservations; we knew we couldn't cause trouble, we knew if something happened we would be deported, we would lose everything. But Vikram was different. He was stronger than us, faster than us, more…… not like a person. When he grabbed her, we saw the expression on his face. That greedy and excited expression we had never seen. Then he started moving his hands. We followed him. We had suppressed ourselves for too long, being yelled at on the construction site, being refused in the shop, being avoided on the street, never touched by anyone on the bed, at that moment everything inside us burst out."

The Cheetah Person thought for a moment and said: "Afterward…… Vikram gave us some things. He said it was a fragment he obtained somewhere, or a spirit stone, or something I don't know. He pressed that thing onto each of us, and then we changed. We gained that kind of power. As for other things…… we really don't know. We don't know where he came from, we don't know what those fragments are, we don't know why he has that kind of power. We are just…… following him."

"I am not reconciled! South Asians are also people, Indian descendants are also descendants, we are a civilization with five thousand years of history and culture never broken! Why do you look down on us, we……"

"We also want to live under the sun, just like everyone else!"

The dead soul dissipated.

Uesugi Muneyuki opened his eyes; before him only remained the icy corpse in the mortuary covered in sutures.

Emotions exhausted, the Cheetah Person's dead soul also dissipated.

【What do you think?】Uesugi Muneyuki summoned the grudge.

In the air appeared two dark silhouettes; one was wearing pure white small-pattern kimono, holding an umbrella, with a clear and cold, gentle demeanor—Arimura Hana; the other was the Dharma Image of the Horse Head Wisdom King—Yaegaki Tetsuya.

The two grudges floated silently beside him, waiting for him to speak.

Since there was no one else inside, Uesugi Muneyuki directly spoke: "I think the whole matter is quite reasonable."

"Indeed, this is the Ganges." Yaegaki Tetsuya did not hide that he was a race knight: "In the Ganges, it is indeed a large share." "I am not talking about that, I am talking about Hirate Sarina, who has always viewed herself highly. Her relationship with Tangqian Yang made her feel she had already jumped out of the idol stratum. Not to mention South Asians, even I, of old nobility Yonezawa Uesugi clan descent, in her eyes am nothing much, only barely able to be considered on the same level as her. So that night, under the influence of LSD hallucinogens, she encountered those few Indians, actively provoked them, feeling that with her status they absolutely would not dare to touch her; this matter is quite reasonable."

"She does not know what is called the anger of a commoner, blood spattering five steps." Uesugi Muneyuki concluded: "The underlying tone of morality and order is ultimately violence; the foundational logic of human society's operation is always power."

"Not all like that." Yaegaki Tetsuya obviously had seen much; he said: "She took the drug, felt you actually had the guts to touch me, is your horse wholesale? Thinking this group of Indians dare not touch her, but Vikram does not think so, especially since Vikram possesses superpowers, that kind of thing makes his anger faster than ordinary people's, heavier than ordinary people's, less controllable than ordinary people's, and as long as he moves his hand, the other few people naturally do not rest either."

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded; so-called bearing a weapon, killing intent arises.

Afterwards he also told Arimura Hana once, Village Flower Palace cannot understand human language, needs him as translator.

The Rain Maiden's pure white silhouette in the hallway's cold white light appeared hazy and quiet, like an ink painting soaked in water.

Arimura Hana thought for a while; her consciousness slowly transmitted: "I do not agree that 'sexual repression' is the whole cause; possibly for me, I find it hard to understand why you humans can be in heat 360 days a year, four seasons, producing a dozen or so sexual fantasies a day, but I feel repression is only background, not the main cause."

"Hmm?" Uesugi Muneyuki gestured for Village Flower Palace to continue.

"Vikram's kind of existence, if he were truly just sexual repression, he could go to prostitution, could go buy, could find a way to release in any country's any city. He is not short of money, he is not short of stamina, if he wanted to release, he has plenty of ways, he is that strong, but he does not."

"Muneyuki, do you still remember I told you that things in the inner world attract each other?"

"I think so; this human girl, that is…… Hirate Sarina that night was too bright on her body. She has stood on stage for so many years, fans' cheers, support, gazes, love and hate, all those things accumulated on her body, like layer upon layer of gold powder brushed on. During that period before her death she was also taking LSD, the hallucinogen opened her perception channels, the accumulated energy on her body began to overflow outward."

"Just like the previous event, do you remember? The Yonezawa City blessing event, we came to the High Plain of Heaven, the new gods told us that Akimoto Yasushi also wanted to become a new god, the general election is a kind of promotion ritual, although the energy is not enough, but……"

Village Flower Palace casually said: "Hirate is similar, even your Mai, and those cherry blossoms are the same; such idols mostly absorb people's emotional energy."

"This makes sense." Uesugi Muneyuki immediately nodded.

An inner world existence, especially Vikram that kind of being transformed and extremely sensitive to spiritual signals, saw Hirate. Because of taking LSD and hallucinating, Hirate, one who does not hide her massive inner world energy on her body, one who actively provoked. This is like seeing a three-year-old doll holding gold walking in a bustling market; anyone would feel the urge to snatch it.

Although not intentionally provoking, but her very existence itself is emitting light.

And Vikram's kind of thing, upon seeing it, is not merely "a national idol cursing me," but sees "a clump of unprotected high-density inner world energy approaching me."

So his reaction is instinctive.

Predator's instinct!

Ferociously eat the country's supplement!

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded, then left first.

He wants to go visit the sick.

The surgical ward on the fifth floor of the hospital affiliated with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was temporarily cleared of two rooms that afternoon, specially reserved for injured police from the pursuit operation; in the hallway floated the mixed scent of disinfectant and faint medicine, white silk uniform nurses pushed equipment carts from one ward to another, steps light and quick.

A few clerical staff from the Special Investigations Headquarters were guarding the ward door, their expressions somewhat relaxed compared to usual, but still carrying that weariness of not having fully recovered from a major ordeal; Yamada Nanase and Kashiwagi Misa were both there.

When Uesugi Muneyuki came out of the elevator, he was holding a large plastic bag from a convenience store, inside which were stuffed several boxes of pudding, several cans of hot tea, and a pack of disposable wipes.

He first entered the ward on the left side of the hallway.

Poor Kashiwagi Jin was half-leaning on the hospital bed, his left arm wrapped in thick bandages, a large piece of fixing tape stuck on his right rib area, his shirt open, revealing faintly visible bruises beneath the bandages.

His complexion was very poor, but his gaze remained sharp.

Seeing Uesugi Muneyuki come to visit him, Lao Ren slightly lifted his chin as a greeting, speaking rather firmly: "I won't die." Afterwards, he lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, feeling that his current state being seen by Uesugi Muneyuki was shameful: "Just two cracked ribs and a forearm fracture. The doctor said two months for recovery, you just wait!"

"I'm waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back, to see those peach blossoms bloom~" Uesugi Muneyuki placed a box of pudding on his bedside cabinet, laughing: "Eat this."

Kashiwagi Jin glanced at the pudding box's brand, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly: "You still remember I like this? No wonder you're my arch-rival!" "Your wife told me."

"Misa?" Lao Ren was quite moved: "When I'm not here, Misa is entrusted to you, Uesugi! My arch-rival!"

"Alright~"

In the neighboring room lay Date Nagamune.

His left leg was fixed in a brace, his knee wrapped in thick pressure bandages, a piece of gauze stuck on his forehead. He was holding his phone, operating something with one hand; when he saw Uesugi Muneyuki enter, his gaze lifted from the screen, and he was almost crying: "Uesugi-san!"

Uesugi Muneyuki walked to his bedside, placed a can of hot tea on his bedside cabinet, and said seriously: "Rest well during this time, Date, oh right, you most liked the V-Team Tournament first round. Four teams, 8-0 all wins to advance! Not a single loss!"

"Excellent!!!" Date Nagamune let out a long sigh of relief: "This time, let the world witness our Sion's FPS! Originally all peers, I didn't expect to strike down a weaker opponent! Next, just watch my big star Zjiejie Kangshen how he'll slay!"

Maeda Toshihide's bed was by the window, in the same ward.

His left wrist was sprained, bandaged into a small white lump, his right hand holding his phone, scrolling through something: "Heart Moon Fox is out! Heart Moon Fox is out! Quick, take all my money!!! No tilt, play until service ends!!!"

Uesugi Muneyuki felt quite moved seeing this scene.

Everyone, all very spirited!

Good, not at all oppressive, this is correct!