North America's Chen Shimei and the Long-Suffering Female Supporting Character

Sing Sing's eyes gleamed with gossip.

When that crazy woman was cursing Old Goldhead just now, the way she gritted her teeth wasn't something a mere bystander could do.

Feeling smelly all over, but too lazy to take a shower?

Such intimate details... must have been exchanged face-to-face!

"Let's be frank," Sing Sing clicked his tongue. "The way you insulted that long-haired old thief was incredibly precise. To know even something as trivial as him not liking to shower—that's living together in terms of intimate details!"

Yukio, who had been staring at Sing Sing, subconsciously shifted her gaze slightly to the side.

Seeing this, Sing Sing snapped his the Snap in his mind.

You guessed it!

He stood up, striking Conan's classic pose, pointing one hand directly at Yukio's nose. "And combined with your resentful, womanizing expression, as if you wanted to devour him alive, there's only one truth!"

You two slept together!

Yukio sighed, "It was... just for that period of time. Then he ran away, and we lost contact."

Sing Sing leaned back tactically, cursing Old Goldhead's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

You Old Goldhead!

He usually looks like a retired old man with his stubble and stubble, but back then he was playing a domineering werewolf who fell in love with me?

"That bastard is the North America Chen Shimei! He'll turn on you after he's done his business! Don't worry!"

Sing Sing exclaimed indignantly, "I must go back and hold a large-scale meeting to criticize this decadent bourgeois style!"

Yukio turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly.

Seeing that the time was right, Sing Sing took out his notebook and pen, licked the pen tip, and struck a paparazzi pose.

"Come on, calm down, let's dig deeper. So, what's the deal with your heiress, Mariko Yashida?"

"You, a bodyguard, would give up a secure job to become a lowly, unemployed hitman? That doesn't make sense."

Yukio remained silent.

"Not going to say anything?" Sing Sing Chow blurted out from his script, "I can guess even if you don't say anything!"

"It must be that your young lady also took a fancy to that hairy monster, and then you two, master and servant, fought fiercely at the foot of Mount Fuji for the priority mating right of that beast, staging a final Duel on the Peak of the Forbidden City! In the end, you were outmatched and cruelly kicked out!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Enraged, Yukio burst into a tirade, "Mariko -sama wouldn't do such a thing! She's noble and pure; it's all that Beast's fault!"

"Oh?" Sing Sing seized the opportunity to probe, "Tell me more, what did she do?"

Yukio knew she had fallen for a provocation, but since things had gotten this far, she decided to go all in.

"Miss Mariko is deeply in love with him, but the master strongly opposes it. Fearing for his safety, she entrusted me to take him to a remote mountain village to avoid trouble."

Yukio's eyes became unfocused as she drifted into memories. "That place was too cold, too remote. Heavy snow blocked the mountains, and he spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol. I..."

"I just wanted to comfort him. That night, I tried to take his bottle, and he pinned me down on the tatami mat..."

Sing Sing frantically took notes, "Details! Go into the details! Ahem... it's a professional habit, you continue."

"Then one night he left alone, leaving the place empty. I wanted to go back and explain to the lady, but every time I saw her, I felt ashamed and couldn't face her."

"Later, I chose to leave the family and take on assassination jobs to numb myself."

Sing Sing clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You're just a classic case of Stockholm syndrome combined with a redemption novel heroine complex. You think you can tame a wild wolf with love? He'll just turn around and go back to America to live a life of luxury, leaving you here as a pitiful supporting character!"

"This plot... tsk tsk tsk... Beware of fire, theft, and best friends—a time-honored truth!"

Yukio, having been struck where it hurt, burst into tears.

This was the first time in all these years that she had been honest with a stranger.

"Hey, hey, stop it!"

Sing Sing frantically pulled out tissues to wipe her tears, "I'm most afraid of women crying, so what happened next? What happened after that?"

"A year later, I secretly sneaked back to the family to visit Miss." Yukio sobbed a few times. "I hid on the roof and saw her sitting in the courtyard, holding... a baby in her arms."

Baby!

Old Goldhead's son!

"What does that child look like? Was it born with sideburns? Could it extend its claws?"

Yukio shook her head. "I didn't see clearly, but the way Miss looked at that child... I've never seen her show that expression before. The family claims that he's an orphan adopted from a collateral branch."

"That was more than ten years ago. That child should be seventeen or eighteen years old now..."

It was found so easily?

It came to me without any effort at all!

Now that we've obtained the crucial intelligence, there's no point in keeping this tough nut to crack; we might as well do him a favor.

He deftly reached out and pressed the release buckle on the restraint strap.

"I'll let you go this time because you provided important information."

Sing Sing, with his hands behind his back, gazed up at the drafty ceiling of the kendo dojo at a 45-degree angle. "Remember," he said, "I'm just a passing traveler. Don't be obsessed with me; I'm just a legend."

Yukio rubbed her wrist, which was red from being strangled, and looked at him as if he were a lunatic.

"But you have to do me a favor." Sing Sing quickly lost his composure, grinned and stepped forward.

"What kind of help?"

Could you help me find out Mariko is up to these days?

"No way!" Yukio refused outright.

Sing Sing understood.

When this woman was cursing Old Goldhead just now, she was at most a resentful woman who had been deceived in love, which was a normal way of venting her anger.

But as soon as I heard the Mariko Yashida "...

Good heavens, Mariko is the one who is absolutely untouchable deep within her soul!

"Don't be so nervous! I'm not going to assassinate her. It's broad daylight, we're supposed to be decent, civilized people, right?"

He pulled a cotton swab from his pocket and waved it back and forth in front of Yukio.

"Look, I'm bringing this thing with me. It's just to extract some oral mucosa for a scientific DNA comparison!"

"Don't even think about it! As long as I'm alive, you won't get even a step closer to the young lady through me! Kill me if you want!"

Hey?

So you're going to refuse a polite toast only to have to suffer the consequences, huh?

Sing Sing reached behind his back and placed the Pig Butchering Knife directly under Yukio's nose.

"I have a good temper, but that doesn't mean I don't have one."

"To be honest, I've been the annual anatomy Champion at the farmers' market for three consecutive years."

"If you don't cooperate, I'll turn you into a skeleton specimen, put you in a preservative-proof glass box, and send you to your young lady as a New Year's gift!"

That line was pretty harsh, wasn't it?

Even he himself felt that his villainous aura had reached its Full Bars.

Faced with the threat, Yukio sneered, straightened her neck, and directly rammed her neck into the Pig Butchering Knife!

"Hey! You're trying to scam me!"

Sing Sing pulled his wrist back, and the Pig Butchering Knife was shoved back into his lower back.

This crazy woman doesn't even care about her life?!

Sing Sing cursed under his breath.

"Alright, since it's inconvenient for me to see Mariko, I'll ask someone else."

"Old Goldhead had a past affair in this run-down place. Have you ever heard of Itsu?"