Chapter 1145: Chapter 96: The Stage Is Filled with Old Generals

High-end business clubs lose their appeal without offering guests a sufficient sense of superiority.

This superiority is reflected in all aspects, such as guest privacy, club security, the quality of female technicians, and comprehensive aftercare services.

The bottom line for Liusheng Dojo not publicly opening is absolutely unbreakable.

If it hadn’t been for Yan Yu’an speaking up last night, Yagyu Junko would never have entertained Huang Anshi and his party. Even though accommodations and meals were provided, it was the basic courtesy of hospitality, without any extra services beyond that standard.

Yet today, this group of unexpected visitors came looking for women without any introduction, blatantly crossing the bottom line of Liusheng Dojo once again.

There are profits to be made, and some that can’t be made, and Yagyu Junko is very clear about this.

The dojo has a mature set of processes for dealing with such troublesome guests.

Thus, Sayuri grabbed a real sword and swung it directly.

The opponent’s bodyguard was very professional, pulling a pistol from their chest and aiming at the charging Sayuri, clicking off the safety… then the gun, along with the finger, flew out with a swish.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The sharp-tongued assistant paused, then let out a piercing scream.

“You dare to kill people?!”

Sayuri was startled by him.

What else could it be?

You pulled out a gun, and I just stand here waiting for you to shoot?

No matter how it operates, Liusheng Dojo is a genuine Sword Dojo.

Do you really think bean buns aren’t dry rations?

After all, blood has already been shed…

Within the Fusang people’s character lies both a gentle side and a fierce side.

As a senior sister eligible to bear arms in the dojo, when encountering trouble, Sayuri certainly wouldn’t just whimper like the immature little apples. At this moment, what she’s considering isn’t whether to apologize, but whether to completely offend, now that the figures have been crossed.

She hesitated for less than a second before making a decision upon seeing the other bodyguards begin to draw their guns.

It’s either you or me!

But at this moment, that old man suddenly spoke: “Is this the guest hospitality of the Yagyu Family?”

Sayuri’s steps faltered.

The child’s gone and now you’re speaking of manners after the fight?

She stopped, but the opponent’s bodyguards didn’t stop, two of them flanked her from left and right, pulling out guns against her.

“Guest hospitality is reserved for guests.”

Yagyu Junko emerged from the dojo with a cold face, directing a murderous gaze at the elder.

After accompanying three energetic young men in a night of mahjong without having any of them, she was rather riled now.

“What position are you in to dare to draw guns in Tianmen, truly disregarding the law?”

She slammed one big accusation down.

Yagyu Junko was fearlessly confident now.

Her family’s loyalty had withstood the test.

Now there was even a chance to clean up and move legitimately.

At this time, you come causing trouble and expect me to yield?

Who do you think you are?

“I am… Maeda Chuoichi.”

The old man smiled calmly: “You should have heard of my name.”

“It turns out to be Mr. President of Maeda Corporation, my apologies.”

Saying apologies, Yagyu Junko’s tone still lacked respect: “Maeda Corporation isn’t on our dojo’s guest list, and we have little past interaction with your corporation. Mr. President, suddenly visiting like this, may I know what advice you have for me?”

Maeda Chuoichi chuckled: “I’ve often heard that Liusheng Dojo only conducts business with People of Ming, and is instead stricter and feigns loftiness with local compatriots. Seeing today, it’s true.”

Yeah, CNMD, so what?

If you want local girls, why not find the Sea Monk?

What we offer here is high-end service; if you can’t enjoy the service, maybe find the problem in yourself.

And compatriots are compatriots, what do you mean by local compatriots?

Liusheng Dojo has been a reputable brand in Tianmen City for decades; I, Yagyu Junko, hold a Tianmen City household registration with no tattoos.

Who shares a nation with you?

But, speaking of which…

Thinking of the Sea Monk, Yagyu Junko realized why this Maeda President, with no connection to her family, would come looking for them.

Within Fusang, there are internal factions. The Sea Monk does big business, but he’s merely the frontman, while Maeda Corporation is one of the many shareholders behind him.

Historically, the Imperial Governor governed the most lucrative gray industry in the private sector, occupying a significant consumer market beneath official grain, salt, and iron industries.

With enough profit, there will be those who take the risk.

Now that the Sea Monk’s unexpected death leaves the Fusang’s cultural industry facing a restructuring, it’s not surprising Maeda Corporation has come knocking.

“If Mr. Maeda had called or sent a card in advance, this humble lady would naturally have cleared the table for your arrival. But now that it’s come to this, is this really the etiquette guests should follow?”

Maeda Chuoichi laughed heartily: “Miss Yagyu indeed lives up to being a heroine. Today, I have witnessed it. Today’s incident was indeed my oversight, and I hope Miss can forgive me. However, my man has already paid with fingers, so could these fingers serve as Maeda Corporation’s greeting gift?”

This plays into the Yakuza rules.

Actually, it’s not much different from Tianmen City’s loafers, where Tianmen loafers used to take the hit voluntarily, and Fusang Yakuza’s rule is to cut fingers.

The finger is cut, it counts as an apology; if you don’t forgive, it’s considered rude.

Yagyu Junko coldly said: “Such a greeting gift, our family cannot accept. First, release my family’s girl and let her take this brother to bandage the wound. If the President has anything to say, please follow me in for tea.”

Both parties gave each other an out, and the situation eased.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Huang Anshi, who had been watching coldly from a distance, suddenly spoke: “Miss Yagyu, this person emanates Demon Qi strongly, with deep karma and isn’t a good person. You should be careful.”

Upon hearing this, Maeda Chuoichi’s face instantly darkened.

“Bastard! Who are you? How dare you speak here!”

His assistant immediately straightened up, shouting insults at Huang Anshi.

Yagyu Junko glanced at Wang Yunxiao, who was on the side, eating popcorn and watching the show.

There was a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

What to do, Aoki-kun, you know me, I don’t usually mess with these Evil Spirits.

Wang Yunxiao shrugged.

What to do?

Just chill!

Such a small Liusheng Dojo, yet has gathered so many heroic figures, it’s truly remarkable.

He’s not someone who likes watching dramas, but he’s helpless seeing more and more veteran actors on stage.

Now, rather than wanting to watch the drama, he’s more curious how long this stage can hold up.