Shirakawa Natsu was embarrassed. Inagawa Hanahi, the daughter of a yakuza boss, was undoubtedly a beauty, and a cold and aloof one at that.

As soon as he entered, Inagawa Hanahi glanced up at him.

Shirakawa Natsu almost gave in and asked if he should cut off his little finger as an apology.

But when a gangster boss with this kind of aura discusses how to create a script with you, the atmosphere becomes strange.

“Natsu-kun, is it inconvenient for me to answer my question?” Inagawa Hanahi frowned slightly.

Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He secretly glanced at the middle-aged man who had been sitting to the side from the beginning.

He was expressionless, with two scars on his cheeks, and his eyes would occasionally glance in this direction.

He glanced again at the samurai sword placed not far from the door, the huge statue of loyalty on the wall, and the obviously armed bodyguards at the door.

He really found it difficult to answer this mob heiress’s question about how to draw the female body in a more alluring way.

After a long pause, Shirakawa Natsu finally spoke: “There are no shortcuts, only practice makes perfect.”

He felt as embarrassed as if his parents found out about the novel he had read and then posted it in a group chat with other relatives, asking for their comments.

“Hmm.” Inagawa Hanahi nodded, then said seriously, “I really like this Cthulhu mythos – Tindarus the Bitch. Xia-kun, your concept of a female dog being able to travel to different worlds and violate male protagonists of different ages is very novel. I want to know how you came up with such an innovative idea.”

Shirakawa Natsu lowered his head even further. He felt that as long as one was twisted enough, he could come up with such ideas, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say them in front of the cold and beautiful yakuza heiress.

Just as he was wishing he could disappear into a hole in the ground, the middle-aged man suddenly covered his earpiece with one hand. After a long while, he bowed to Inagawa Hanahi and said, “Miss, someone important needs to see you.”

Inagawa Hanahi glared at him, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, and said in an icy tone, “Useless trash. I’m meeting with Natsu-kun right now. Whoever it is, tell him to come back another time.”

“It’s Inspector Hojo Maki from the Metropolitan Police Department,” the middle-aged man said softly.

Inagawa Hanahi’s expression remained unchanged: “Let her in.”

“…” Shirakawa Natsu opened her mouth, wondering why Inagawa Hanahi could maintain that expression and then say the complete opposite.

Hearing that Hojo Maki had arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief; at least he was safe.

It seems that women with large breasts are generally more reliable.

Hojo Maki turned her head and gave Shirakawa Natsu a deep look, a meaningful glint in her eyes.

Hojo Maki was still in her police uniform, with a pistol at her waist. She casually held her police cap in her hand and smiled, “Hanahi, I’m sorry for the sudden visit. I hope it hasn’t caused you any trouble.”

“Officer Hojo’s visit to my place isn’t just a simple visit, is it?” Hojo Maki’s tone was icy, carrying a strange resentment. “I’m with Mr. Natsu right now, I don’t have time to chat with you.”

Hojo Maki just smiled and didn’t say anything, making the scene awkward for a moment.

“Oh dear.” Shirakawa Natsu keenly sensed that something was off between the two and caught a whiff of gossip.

But he was content as long as he could successfully divert his attention from his female dog.

He picked up a cup of tea from the side and took a sip.

This was brewed for him by Hojo Maki; a fancy tea ceremony performance made the dish seem very expensive.

He savored it carefully and concluded, “It’s the taste of tea.”

This made him mutter to himself, according to the novel, the truly good tea tastes like nectar, and can only be found in heaven.

Whether it was just the authors’ imaginations or Hojo Maki trying to fob him off with cheap tea, it remains to be seen whether it was all just speculation.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t understand, but the atmosphere was already extremely strange, and the scarred, fierce-looking middle-aged man also lowered his head.

“Your younger sister got into the University of Tokyo this year,” Hojo Maki suddenly said with a smile. “You probably don’t know that yet.”

“Those things have nothing to do with me. My surname is Inagawa, not Hojo.” Inagawa Hanahi’s voice was icy.

“Oh my.” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. His gaze swept over the two faces, and he was surprised to find that their facial features were about 80% similar. However, one was a cold and beautiful young woman, and the other was a gentle and mature policewoman. Their temperaments were completely different, which was why he hadn’t noticed.

But his gaze quickly fell on the chests of the two men; one was wearing a police uniform with a bulge, at least a D cup, while the other was wearing a loose kimono, but no larger than a C cup.

The two may just be relatives.

Hojo Maki suddenly smiled at him, as if she had seen through his thoughts, and explained, “She looks like her father, and her sister looks like me.”

“…” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched. Did this kind of thing need an explanation?

Inagawa Hanahi didn’t care and said coldly, “I don’t have a father like that. As the heir to the yakuza, he actually became a policeman and then sacrificed himself, leaving the Inagawa-kai without a successor.”

“He is a hero, and even if you are his daughter, you cannot slander him.” Hojo Maki’s voice also carried a hint of sternness.

The atmosphere in the room became tense once again.

Shirakawa Natsu shrank back, even though she had stumbled into a tremendous amount of gossip.

Twin sisters, a widow, and a younger sister who also attends the University of Tokyo—there are quite a few elements involved.

But none of this concerns him; he should stop worrying about his notebook.

Hojo Maki seemed to realize she had been too harsh, and added, “I just met Xia-kun today, why did you call him here?”

“I learned manga techniques from him.” Inagawa Hanahi picked up her teacup and took a sip.

“Manga techniques?” Hojo Maki picked up the book “The Myth of Cthulhu: Tindalos’s Bitch” from the table and began to read it.

Shirakawa Natsuto was stunned. He felt that Inagawa Hanahi was angry because he had compared their chests earlier.

What if the Metropolitan Police Department sees my sketchbook? They probably won’t arrest me, right?

After a long pause, Hojo Maki closed the manga, gave Shirakawa Natsu a deep look, and then said to Inagawa Hanahi, “Your fiancé is involved in many cases of nationally banned drugs. I don’t want you to marry him.”

“Hmph.” Inagawa Hanahi snorted coldly: “Marrying him can help my Inagawa Association get out of its financial difficulties. I have absolutely no relationship with you, and I will not listen to your opinions.”

Inagawa Hanahi seemed quite pleased to see Hojo Maki’s displeasure, adding, “Besides, Souhachiro is handsome and a yakuza star; I’m the one who’s not good enough for him.”

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. If Inagawa Hanahi really disliked Hojo Maki, she wouldn’t have let her in.

Moreover, the name Souhachiro sounds like the name of a minor character.

…

With a loud “thud,” the sandbag shattered with a single punch, and the sand inside spilled out onto the ground.

This is a man in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, an extraordinary air about him, and perfectly proportioned muscles all over his body.

The tattoo of a demon mask on his back and the scars all over his body proved that this person was extraordinary.

“The leader is incredibly brave!” A young man handed the man a white towel.

The man before me is Zong Hachiro, the leader of the Bamboo Union, the most famous star in the underworld. Under his leadership, the gang has almost monopolized the illegal drug trade in the East.

The huge economic benefits have created intricate connections between the Bamboo Union gang and government legislators.

In a capitalist society, this is not called a transaction of power for money, but a political donation, which is legal and compliant.

“Have the people who killed our brothers been caught?” Sohachiro took the towel, put it on his face, and asked calmly.

“Something went wrong.” The young man lowered his head even further: “She killed the five members of our action team.”

Sohachiro’s expression remained unchanged, and he didn’t even pause wiping his sweat: “Reason.”

Cold sweat beaded on the young man’s forehead: “Ms. Inagawa Hanahi gave us incorrect information, and she picked up that student named Shirakawa Natsu ahead of time.”

After he finished speaking, he presented a document with both hands.

“This is the woman’s real information. If it is true, she should already know that we were the ones who did it. This information was provided by our informant in Inagawa, and it seems that Ms. Inagawa Hanahi is not on our side.”

Zong Hachiro took the information, glanced at it, and then casually put it aside: “Send Master Genki to deal with her.”

“Yes.” The young man nodded, then asked, “Should we take action against the Inagawa-kai?”

“No need.” Zong Hachiro shook his head: “My woman doesn’t trust me, so I’ll just make her trust me. It’s understandable for the weak to survive in the cracks and choose to invest in the winning side. At least she has something to be praised besides her appearance. The better her genes are, the better offspring we can produce.”

The young people didn’t understand and didn’t dare to ask, so they could only obediently step back.

In the convenience store, Jingu Nao took out a pork cutlet rice bowl and quickly ate it without touching the utensils with her lips.

Just then, an alarm bell rang outside the door.

Jingu Nao remained calm and went to the back dressing room, found a shop assistant uniform, and quickly changed into it.

Two police officers rushed into the convenience store and were horrified by the three corpses on the ground. They immediately drew their pistols and stood guard.

Finally, they found a pitiful female shop assistant hiding in a corner, trembling with her head in her hands.

“Reporting to headquarters, a shooting has occurred. Five bodies have been found. There is one witness at the scene, a convenience store clerk. Understood.”

After finishing his report, the middle-aged police officer asked the girl, “Miss, are you alright?”

“Demon…devil.” The beautiful girl trembled all over, her words incoherent, clearly terrified.

“Take her to the hospital first, then we’ll take her statement,” the middle-aged policeman said to the younger officer beside him.

“Understood.” The young policeman saluted, helped the pitiful, pretty girl up, and took her to the police car.

The police car started moving, and the young policeman kept glancing at the girl in the back seat. Even though she was so frightened, she was still very pretty.

But as I looked, I suddenly felt that the vehicles in front of me were appearing as double images, my eyelids gradually became heavy, as if I couldn’t open them, and my consciousness began to blur.

The police car lost control and began to drift on the road. Suddenly, the pitiful girl in the back seat reached out and firmly gripped the steering wheel.