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Ikeda Masahiro was furious today, as some unrelated individuals had suddenly appeared, tarnishing her reputation in front of everyone and inexplicably detaining her. Trapped in her own villa with no way to escape, what was once a place of enjoyment had turned into a hell she wished to avoid even for a minute.
In her duel against Jufeng at the Pool, this woman, who had long been in the spotlight, sensed something unusual. However, she was not afraid; the splendid second floor and the inner chambers were her territory, and she had the ability to protect herself. In fact, it was proven that she managed to escape Jufeng's control, hiding her traces in a secret passage. The only downside, which was unexpected, was that after escaping Jufeng, she fell into the hands of a highly threatening woman beside her.
Jufeng had struck a nerve with his words, causing Ikeda Masahiro's fair neck to flush crimson, as if it were painted bright red, while she struggled against the effects of alcohol.
Vera had not removed her headphones during the negotiations between Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro, so she was unaware of the details. Suddenly hearing Jufeng mention words like "not wearing" made even the stoic Vera raise an eyebrow in surprise.
Having been immersed in the worldly affairs for so long, Ikeda Masahiro naturally noticed Vera's thoughts. Their earlier conversation had reached her ears, and after a moment's contemplation, she understood the crux of their issues—when it came to matters of the heart, one party must always compromise; otherwise, they would drift further apart. However, it was clear that neither of the two before her was willing to yield.
Moreover, this man who pretended to be debauched seemed to lack emotional intelligence in this regard compared to his skills.
Ikeda Masahiro smiled lightly, instantly adding an alluring charm to the room. Although Vera was also beautiful, when it came to the most primal aspects of human nature, there was a vast difference between her and Ikeda Masahiro.
As the redness on her face gradually faded, Ikeda Masahiro shifted into a comfortable and enchanting posture on the sofa. The leather skirt hugged her curvaceous hips tightly, while her white shirt seemed barely able to conceal two cherries eager to burst forth.
With a playful smile, she said, "Dear sir, I am just a mere woman; why would you risk so much for me? Ah, thinking about how you managed to emerge unscathed from such heavy encirclement truly moves me. I feel that being able to help you undress is quite worthwhile."
Ikeda Masahiro's eyes sparkled as she deliberately revealed her emotions before Vera. With a hint of sorrow and a touch of allure at the corners of her mouth, she captivated anyone who looked at her.
Jufeng chuckled as he sat beside Ikeda Masahiro, resting his wrist under her fair chin and lifting her enchanting face slightly.
"In Huaguo, there is a term used to praise women called 'fox spirit,' and I believe it fits you perfectly."
Ikeda Masahiro blushed and playfully retorted, "Don't fool me; 'fox spirit' is an insult. When did it become a compliment?"
Jufeng shook his head confidently. "In my view, that is the best compliment one can give to a woman!"
Vera's gaze remained fixed on the luxurious floor; however, she could not prevent Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro's flirtatious banter from reaching her ears. Unable to endure any longer, she abruptly stood up.
The figure stepped outside, but the voice drifted back into the room towards Jufeng.
"Her brother has learned of her disappearance and will likely find this place in about half an hour. Be prepared; Ikeda Kenji has many skilled allies, and he is quite cunning, making him difficult to deal with."
As Vera's silhouette vanished from the spacious room, Jufeng gazed out at the boundless night through the window, his previously carefree expression replaced by seriousness.
Ikeda Masahiro clumsily swatted Jufeng's wrist away from her chin and sat down with a look of disdain. Tightening her white shirt and adjusting her elegant leather skirt, she mocked, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the renowned Huaguo Young Master— Jufeng. Tsk tsk, I never expected you to have such a connection with the Blaze Axe Gang's European Blue Cat. I don't know whether to admire you or pity you."
"Pity?"
Jufeng paused at her words, not particularly concerned that Ikeda Masahiro had guessed his identity; after all, she was the sister of the Yamamoto Clan's Underboss. If she didn't possess such insight, Vera wouldn't have gone to such lengths.
However, he was intrigued by her final assessment. He smiled and asked, "Could it be that the girls from the Underworld also offer insights into romance?"
Ikeda Masahiro wore a smug expression, her demeanor suddenly becoming cold and unapproachable. Jufeng couldn't help but marvel inwardly; she truly was a woman who commanded great admiration.
"A man who can subdue European Blue Cat must stand at the pinnacle of this world. Clearly, you are nothing but an ant in the face of that peak. Even our Yamamoto Clan could easily swallow you whole; what right do you have to pursue Vera?"
Jufeng fell silent for a moment, seemingly struck by Ikeda Masahiro's words. Perhaps it was a question he had long avoided that had now been laid bare before him.
Yet moments later, Jufeng burst into laughter, leaving Ikeda Masahiro bewildered. She thought perhaps he had been driven to madness by her words.
Once he had laughed enough, Jufeng said, "Actually, you've overlooked one thing. A man often doesn't need to conquer a woman through his career."
Leaning forward towards Ikeda Masahiro, he continued, "But rather in bed!"
With that, Jufeng laughed heartily as he left, leaving Ikeda Masahiro on the sofa with a changing complexion and heavy breaths.
By the time Jufeng reached the second-floor Pool Hall, the opulent villa had already been quietly taken over by Lance and his Bear Guard. Vera had long known about the connection between the Pool Hall and the villa through some channels; that's why she had sent Jufeng to act while she waited here for an opportunity.
Of course, it wasn't quite as the two were arguing; both were well aware of the reality. It wasn't that Jufeng was in danger; rather, in England, no one would dare to target Ikeda Masahiro. Moreover, with Jufeng's abilities, he could easily escape any predicament.
Yet, both of them, knowing the truth, refused to acknowledge the issue. One hoped for an explanation from the other, while the other wished for understanding.
Once stubborn individuals began to clash, the entire world seemed powerless against them.
After Jufeng left, two blue-eyed Europeans with high noses appeared out of nowhere, standing guard beside Ikeda Masahiro. The enchanting woman showed no awareness of her predicament; instead, she calmly removed her exquisite high heels and curled up in the corner of the sofa, embracing her porcelain skin and waiting for time to pass.
The night was tranquil, with faint stars twinkling in the sky—a rare sight in a bustling metropolis where towering buildings often obscured such primitive beauty. Yet, one could still sense some sentiments and aspirations of the English people.
Outside the villa, Vera stood alone beneath a high-hanging round lamp. The imposing Lance lurked in the shadows beside her, seemingly invisible yet impossible to ignore.
Jufeng leaned against a massive round column at the villa's entrance, arms crossed and fingers tapping idly on his elbow.
They were waiting for someone’s arrival, confident that he would come; however, they lacked complete assurance about what would happen afterward.
The individual they awaited was the Underboss of the Yamamoto Clan, a dominant figure in both England and Asia's underworld, wielding significant influence on the global stage.
Ikeda Masahiro was indeed someone Vera could meet eye to eye with upon his arrival; however, Jufeng could not expect to be regarded as an equal.
This was a fact, albeit an unfortunate one.
Nevertheless, Jufeng remained unfazed because it had only been nearly a year since he stepped into the underworld.
He was certain that opportunities like this to wait for someone would not come often again.
Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew through, and shadows began to appear in the villa's courtyard.
The courtyard was deep and soon filled with dark figures. The Bear Guard was nowhere to be seen. Thus, all those present were not friends but formidable foes.
As for whether they were enemies, everything remained unknown.
From among the shadows, a bright figure slowly emerged, walking at a steady pace, with a clear brow and a piercing gaze.
Jufeng carefully observed this man, who was adorned in brilliance despite the darkness. He felt a slight shock within him. In all his past experiences of meeting people, he had never encountered anyone like the man before him—both in appearance and demeanor, he was so impeccably refined that it was almost shocking. He was as upright as the calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing, each stroke meticulously carved, flawless in every way.
Jufeng then recalled the woman from the villa and suddenly became curious about their parents. What kind of parents could have such remarkable children?
The man stepped forward, bringing with him a ray of light. Vera also took two steps forward to greet him.
As the host of the invitation, Vera naturally spoke first. She politely said, "Ikeda Kenji, I am Vera, and this is Jufeng. We hope to collaborate with you."
(To be continued)
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