Su Mo was well aware that the task assigned by Nishimura Koishi was a test for him, so it definitely wouldn’t be simple—most likely, it would involve acting against Xia Country.
He dialed the phone number on the business card. The person who answered was a woman, and her voice sounded somewhat familiar, though he couldn’t quite place it at the moment.
“Meet today at 4 PM, Café No.1 in the southern part of the city.”
Su Mo checked the time. It was 2 o’clock now, two hours before the appointed time.
He decided to walk there. Arriving just before 4 PM, he reached the meeting spot.
Through the glass wall, he could see a rather attractive woman sitting inside, looking in his direction.
Su Mo was startled: So the task issuer is Wei Yueyan (Wailed Moon Swallow)!
No wonder the voice sounded familiar.
Su Mo already knew about Wei Yueyan coming to the island nation to succeed the Wei Yang (Unranked Goat) position, but he hadn’t expected his first task would be issued by her.
Su Mo couldn’t help but wonder: Was this a test for her by the Samurai Sect?
Probably, this mission wouldn’t be simple.
He pushed the door open and walked in. After looking around, his gaze settled on Wei Yueyan, and he quickly walked over.
Wei Yueyan pointed to the seat opposite her. “Sit.”
According to the current storyline, they didn’t know each other, so Su Mo acted extremely cautious. “You are…”
“My name is Habuki Meigetsu (Feather-born Bright Moon). I was sent by Mr. Nishimura to discuss business with you, Miss Chiyo.” As she spoke, she ordered a latte.
Su Mo wasn’t particularly fond of coffee, so he followed her lead and ordered the same.
“Hello, Miss Meigetsu.” Hearing her say this, Su Mo felt relieved and sat down, waiting to hear what she would say next.
“Boss Nishimura thinks highly of you and plans to have you negotiate a major deal.” Wei Yueyan smiled and handed him a folder.
Su Mo took the folder and looked at it. It really was about negotiating a deal.
“Mr. Ishii is an old friend of Mr. Nishimura’s, which is why this major deal was reserved for him. Consequently, it has faced considerable skepticism within the company. To express gratitude, you must satisfy Mr. Ishii at all costs. As long as he is pleased, your task will be considered complete.”
As Su Mo listened, his brow furrowed tightly: This is clearly asking me to ‘entertain’ a client, and it’s blatantly stated—in that manner.
“Are these Mr. Nishimura’s exact words?” Su Mo seemed to be questioning the authenticity of the task.
Wei Yueyan’s expression remained blank. “Even if I changed them on the spot, so what? I only need to complete my task. Where you go isn’t up to you.”
Su Mo understood inwardly. Sure enough, this is the Samurai Sect’s probe to see if she would arrange such a task for ‘Su Mo.’
After hesitating for a moment, Su Mo nodded solemnly. “Alright, I’ll take this task.”
Their eyes met, both flashing with a hint of complexity.
“In that case, go to the Sapphire Restaurant at 7:30 tonight. At 8 PM, there will be a collaboration banquet between our company and Mr. Ishii.”
“Do I need to change clothes?”
“Of course. I’ll take you to buy some.”
Leaving the café, the two arrived at a high-end clothing store. Wei Yueyan personally picked out a pink cherry blossom kimono for Su Mo.
Su Mo felt utterly unwell.
Why is it that ever since coming here, everyone wants me to wear pink clothes?
It was Sakurai Mii before, and now Wei Yueyan… oh no, Habuki Meigetsu.
Su Mo had no choice but to try it on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he showed an incredulous expression: With my beauty enhancing it, this outfit actually looks pretty good!
Once the attire was decided, Su Mo was taken directly by a private car to the Sapphire Restaurant.
To be honest, he was nervous.
Because next, he would face a group of demons led by ‘Mr. Ishii.’ These demons would covet his body. Su Mo needed to protect himself while also not upsetting them.
This is hell-level difficulty!
If he succeeded, both he and Wei Yueyan would gain trust. If he failed, neither of them would likely fare well afterward.
7:30 PM.
Su Mo arrived outside the private room on time. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The noisy chatter and laughter inside the room suddenly fell silent. All eyes were drawn to Su Mo.
A man of robust build, about the same height as himself, sat at the head of the banquet table—clearly today’s main figure, Mr. Ishii.
But strangely, among so many people in the room, he alone wore a gloomy expression, seeming quite displeased.
Su Mo’s heart sank: No way, he’s already unhappy?
At that moment, a chubby older man nearest to him lit up, stood up slowly, and walked over, his eyes constantly wandering over Su Mo’s body. “I didn’t know the restaurant offered this kind of service. Let me inspect the goods first.”
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Su Mo’s arm.
Su Mo quickly scanned the room and noticed that no one present was a superhuman. So, he secretly employed a mental attack technique.
Outwardly, he appeared motionless, but the chubby man’s movements suddenly halted.
He held his forehead and hissed, “What’s going on? I suddenly feel so dizzy.”
Someone next to him mocked, “You’re already over fifty and still can’t settle down. See? Your back’s giving out?”
The others burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Su Mo inwardly sneered: With what right do you lust after this young lady’s body?
Then, the robust man sitting at the head stood up, his face cold. “Who are you? Who sent you here?”
Su Mo replied with a gentle expression, “By order of Mr. Nishimura, I am here specifically to accompany Mr. Ishii.”
(Inwardly: Old man Ishii, old man Nishimura sent me.)
The robust man took a deep breath, his chest heaving noticeably—clearly angry. “Get out!”
Su Mo was taken aback. “Mr. Ishii, you’re…”
(Inwardly: Damn it, what are you so arrogant about, you old geezer? If not for the circumstances and the mission, who the hell would want to put up with your attitude.)
“I said get out!” The robust man flew into a rage, slamming his palm on the dining table. The others remained silent, not daring to speak.
Because they all knew this newly arrived young lady had committed a major faux pas.
First, the man’s surname wasn’t Ishii.
Second, saying such things in front of a man who was… lacking in function… was the greatest insult to him.
Su Mo felt utterly bewildered and couldn’t help but start to wonder: Could it be that I entered the wrong private room…?
He retreated to the doorway and glanced at the room number.
Uh… indeed, it was.
His mistake had inadvertently wounded the pride of a man from this island nation…
Ah well, they’re the enemy country anyway. He felt no psychological burden whatsoever.
Su Mo quietly withdrew and headed towards the correct private room.
He had often seen this kind of plot on TV before and always thought the writers were insulting the audience’s intelligence. After all, who would be so dumb as to enter the wrong room without realizing it?
He had even mocked certain writers for having ‘cerebellar atrophy.’
Now it seemed, he was the one with cerebellar atrophy…
No!
He immediately made an excuse for himself: It must be because I’m dressed so beautifully today that it canceled out my intelligence!
Yes, that must be it.
Su Mo, wearing a smile, pushed open the door to the next private room.