After hearing Lu Xinyue's translation, Shen Yuan frowned, "Didn't they say there were no private rooms available when we arrived? How co there suddenly is one now?"
The waitress showed an embarrassed expression, then quickly explained, "A custor just canceled their reservation for a private dining room due to unforeseen circumstances, so one has just beco available."
Shen Yuan gave the waitress a look, his expression clearly guilty.
One could easily guess what was going on – what kind of crappy izakaya even plays this discriminatory bullshit.
Shen Yuan ignored her entirely, "I won't go. Let that drunkard go instead."
The waitress, unable to persuade him and to prevent further conflicts, had no choice but to suggest Ito Jiro upgrade to the private dining room.
Ito Jiro, with no outlet for his anger, cursed the waitress for a few sentences, even threatening that Shen Yuan should be kicked out of the restaurant.
The waitress was also feeling aggrieved, but that's just the nature of the job, especially working in a place like an izakaya, it's all too easy to beco a punching bag for others.
Of course, who wouldn't take advantage when it's offered? Eventually, Ito Jiro agreed to switch to the private dining room.
The matter seed to have co to an end at this point, and Shen Yuan took it as just another amusent during the trip, though the girls seed less enthusiastic after being disturbed.
However, so people were so drunk they had lost all sense of their surroundings.
Fueled by their absurd pride, on the way to the private dining room, passing by Shen Yuan's table, seeing Fang Minhui's graceful figure, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her.
"Yo, your figure is top-notch....."
But just before touching Fang Minhui's shoulder, his hand was grabbed.
Ito Jiro looked up, only to find the person who seized his wrist was that icy beauty, yet her grip seed very strong, frustrating his attempts to break free.
Ito Jiro's face fell once more, turning the color of liver, thankfully the waiter arrived just in ti and Tan Xin finally let go.
"You Chinese pig!"
Ito Jiro rubbed his wrist, disdainfully flipping the middle finger, then headed towards the private dining area.
At this point, Shen Yuan took a deep look at Tan Xin.
Tan Xin glanced at the CCTV on the beam and gently shook her head.
Shen Yuan said coldly, "I don't care, that's your problem."
Fang Minhui and Ji Ya could tell that Shen Yuan was truly angry this ti. Fang Minhui even held Shen Yuan's arm to comfort him, "Yuan Babe, he didn't touch ."
Shen Yuan pinched her cheek, "I know, darling. It's all right."
Tan Xin thought for a mont, first sending a ssage with her phone, then whispered sothing to Tan Han, and the tall bodyguard standing at 190 cm got up and headed to the washroom.
A minute later, Tan Xin also stood up, advising, "Don't go into the washroom," before she herself entered it.
Ji Ya showed a worried expression, "Nothing bad will happen, right, boss?"
After all, being in a foreign land, everyone lacked a sense of security.
"It's fine, let's eat and drink as we please."
Shen Yuan was just looking for an opportunity to test Tan Xin's ability; being his bodyguard involved more than just checking for fire hazards and searching for hidden caras.
The n's washroom in the izakaya was laid out similarly to those back ho, with a row of urinals and a row of stalls with squat toilets.
At that mont, inside the washroom, Tan Han stood in front of the urinal in the corner, posing as if he were peeing, but he hadn't even unzipped his pants.
Whenever soone entered, he would glance at them out of the corner of his eye.
People coming to the izakaya to drink usually hurried to pee and then rush out after washing their hands, paying no attention to Tan Han.
Until after 10 minutes, Ito Jiro entered the n's washroom.
He approached the urinal, lifted the lower hem of his robe, and relieved himself with a sense of satisfaction.
Quietly, Tan Han slipped into one of the corner stalls and inconspicuously knocked on the partition.
Caught up in the mont, Ito Jiro recalled the earlier incident and gritted his teeth, "These uncultured Chinese pigs!"
Suddenly, he noticed the light dimming, as if a shadow lood over him.
An involuntary shiver ran down his spine, his stream abruptly halted.
Covering himself with his robe, Ito Jiro instinctively turned around to find a person in black with a black cap and mask standing in front of him.
He was 165 cm tall, and the person in front of him was taller, around 172 cm, their gaze cold and penetrating. Ito Jiro, terrified, went weak at the knees.
"What, what are you doing?"
The man in black said nothing, delivering a straight punch to Ito Jiro's head that made him see stars.
Following that, the now rag-doll-like figure of Ito Jiro was dragged into a stall.
Ito Jiro's robe, akin to a mop, dragged a wide streak of filth across the floor.
With the stall door locked behind them, Tan Han stepped out from another stall and put up a "Cleaning in Progress" sign on the door, then closed the washroom entrance.
Without uttering a word, he chanically picked up a mop to clean the streaks on the floor.
Inside the stall, Ito Jiro had co to his senses, recoiling at the sight of the man in black as if seeing a ghost, huddling in the corner whimpering, "What do you want, what do you want, I'll give you anything, everything. Don't hit , don't hit ."
The man in black slowly pulled out gloves from his pocket and donned them, his gaze icy cool.
Ito Jiro, who had never experienced such a scene, urinated from fear.
"Do you want money or what, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, is it because..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a palm struck his face hard, leaving Ito Jiro in darkness, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
A minute later, the man in black exited the stall, and Tan Han stepped inside, closing the door again.
At that mont, the man in black thodically removed the gloves, mask, cap, and black coat and packed them all into a bag.
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