Chapter 362: The Assault of Xicheng Xun
Neon Country, Tokyo.
A Yamaha motorcycle sped through the streets of Shinjuku at night.
This was not a spacious main road, but a street filled with various nightclubs and the dim, reddish light of izakayas.
When the motorcycle stopped at the entrance of a nightclub, the rider dismounted, casually tossed the keys to a parking attendant, and threw his helmet over as well.
His multicolored hair was a mess, but his pale face had delicate, handsome, angular features. He had the typical aura of a Japanese pretty boy, but his utterly messy hair ruined his overall vibe.
The parking attendant snuck a peek and couldn't help but sigh. What a waste. This face could easily attract rich older women.
The edgy pretty boy walked into the nightclub. He passed through the corridor, glancing at the doors of the private rooms on either side. The deafening throb of music and the sound of men and women laughing and flirting spilled from the gaps.
