The Barbie-Doll Neighbor at the Sarahs' House

As he reached the corner, a tall Asian woman dressed in a knee-length business suit with a lace choker walked gracefully towards him, her long black legs clasped in red high heels.

"Boss, welcome to Los Angeles..."

The woman took off her brown sunglasses, revealing the beautiful, smiling face of female agent Ada.

Kevin looked at the yellow taxi parked by the roadside, waving at the two of them with the window rolled down, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"You booked a taxi for me before I even got off the plane? How thoughtful of you..."

Ada stepped forward, opened the car door for Kevin, bowed slightly, and displayed a professional and elegant smile.

"Since you're my boss, as your secretary, I'm naturally happy to serve you..."

"I cleaned up your mess once... and now you're clinging to me, huh?" Kevin thought to himself with a cold snort. But noticing the crowds gathering nearby, he had no choice but to climb into the back seat and prepare to put on a temporary show with Ada.

"Studio City, Royal Hotel, thank you."

Kevin gave the destination directions, then leaned close to Ada's ear and whispered something.

"Who are you working for this time?"

"I'll pay you double to hire you..."

Ada winked at Kevin, her smile subtle, and then subtly withdrew her hands, which had been crossed over her abdomen.

"Of course, it's to strive for my own career..."

"Besides, you're my boss now..."

Kevin stared at Ada for a good four or five minutes before reluctantly looking away. He knew he couldn't hold onto this woman.

Just like he couldn't tame Lara and make her give up the adventure.

But a caged canary can never compare to an eagle soaring through the sky, and perhaps that is precisely why they possess an enduring allure.

"The Royal Hotel? Visiting as a tourist? It's only 5 kilometers from the Hollywood Bowl, you definitely have to check it out!"

"Also, let me tell you about another place. Remember to check out the 'Wild Rose' bar nearby, because Hollywood celebrities come and go there every day."

"Some of them are currently popular or just starting to emerge, while others were already quite famous. In short, it's worth going..."

The driver was a rather talkative middle-aged white man, slightly overweight, with short chestnut hair that wasn't styled meticulously. He was quite friendly, but the way he looked at the two passengers was filled with a hint of ambiguity.

The drive to the hotel ended quickly amidst a brief chat.

After paying the tip, the two men bid farewell to the smiling driver in a friendly manner.

However, at that moment, another car parked on the side of the road slowly opened its door, and the purple-haired woman in the driver's seat nodded slightly to Kevin.

The commander pulled Ada aside and got into the black sedan, his expression calm and composed, before gently opening his lips.

"Is everything sorted out?"

Yuriko Takagi, in the driver's seat, responded respectfully.

"Yes, sir, over the next three days, people who resemble you will be entering the Royal Hotel; this should be sufficient to pass the routine checks."

"In addition, the accommodation you requested has been arranged..."

"As for 'that,' we've almost finished investigating..."

This mature woman, who had traveled to Los Angeles ahead of time and used her connections to make all the necessary preparations, spoke with remarkable competence and skill.

Even though Kevin had unintentionally brought in female agent Ada, Yuriko Takagi didn't mention a single question she shouldn't have.

However, some tasks that should be reported in detail naturally need to be simplified when presented to outsiders.

Kevin opened the storage cabinet, took out a file folder, and carefully reviewed it, memorizing his current identity.

Meanwhile, soothing music filled the carriage, and pre-prepared cold drinks popped out from a mezzanine and were served to Kevin after Yuriko Takagi pressed a button.

Even the side of the carriage features a TV with customizable channels, and the seats are tilted back to allow passengers to sit or lie down in a more comfortable position.

Then, the commander rested his arms on the armrests, cast a playful glance at Ada beside him, and spoke in a low voice.

"Secretary, that's what professionalism looks like. Are you feeling the pressure of competition?"

Ada smiled slightly, very considerately opened the cold drink for the owner, and handed it over.

"This profession also has many subcategories, such as legal secretary, administrative secretary, logistics secretary..."

"And I'm better at managing your private life, helping your boss alleviate loneliness during your travels..."

"What a vixen!" Kevin shuddered at the woman's seductive lips and tongue, keeping his distance with a sense of awe.

After about ten minutes of driving, the car pulled into a Japanese Dojo.

Yuriko Takagi, who was unable to appear in public, simply opened the car door for Kevin, bowed, and watched the two leave before driving away.

This is a newly built Japanese Dojo, mainly teaching a certain style of Kendo. It seems that due to its newness, there are only a handful of students, about a dozen.

The purple-haired girl, who was instructing the students on sword-wielding techniques, turned around upon hearing the sound, quickly concealing the surprise in her eyes.

After entrusting her teaching duties to another burly, blond man, the girl approached Kevin and smiled slightly.

"Junior brother, you've arrived? Father is waiting for you..."

Faced with the implied mockery, Kevin rolled his eyes without batting an eye, his extremely young mixed-race face forcing a fake smile.

"Saeko, please lead the way."

Saeko Busujima, satisfied, smiled slightly before leading Kevin towards the backyard.

As for Ada, the female agent, she was naturally led to her residence by another female student at Saeko Busujima's instruction.

In the quiet room in the backyard, a middle-aged man with a sword across his knees, dressed in a loose samurai outfit, had a calm gaze that held a hint of sharpness. If you stared at him for a long time, you would have the illusion that the air on both sides of you was being cleaved apart.

Kevin, who was kneeling on the mat, picked up the teacup at the gesture of the middle-aged man opposite him and nodded his thanks.

"Thank you for saving my daughter and providing her with shelter. The Busujima family will forever remember your kindness..."

"Therefore, in return for your kindness, I will do my best to cooperate with your actions..."

The head of the Busujima family was clear about his grudges and showed relative goodwill towards Kevin's arrival.

After all, he was just a Taoism who ran a dojo abroad to make a living. Without Kevin's intervention, his daughter would probably have been in grave danger.

Not to mention, this man also offered his daughter a safe haven to attend school and provided financial support for the operation of his dojo.

To date, his Dokushima Dojo has successfully established itself in New York, Washington, and Los Angeles, with branches in each location, mostly managed by his disciples.

In this way, the head of the Busujima family not only lived a worry-free life, but also had more time to comprehend the way of the sword—it was practically perfect.

Therefore, acting as an information acquisition channel for a "commercial organization" like the SCP Foundation is naturally a mutually agreeable arrangement.

What's so scary about bidding for an Artificial Intelligence exhibition?

P. S.: Hu Shih's diary is here. Learning from his mistakes, I instantly feel much less guilty.

July 4th

I started this new diary to motivate myself to work harder next semester. First, I need to finish reading Shakespeare's Henry VIII.

July 13

Play cards.

July 14

Play cards.

July 15

Play cards.

July 16

Hu Shih, oh Hu Shih! How could you have fallen so low! Have you forgotten the study plan you made before? Confucius said, "I examine myself three times a day." You can't go on like this!

July 17

Play cards.

July 18

Play cards.

Chapter 217, Section 230: Sarah's Barbie Doll Neighbor

"Remember, you were once Father's disciple. Because your course hasn't finished, you've come to the newly established Los Angeles dojo specifically to continue your in-depth studies during the holidays..."

At the warehouse entrance, Saeko Busujima handed Kevin a kendo uniform and a wooden sword, gave her "junior brother" some final instructions, and led him to a secluded courtyard.

Kevin nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the arrangement.

After all, the head of the Busujima family had been running dojos overseas for a long time, and many of his disciples were immigrants from various countries. The Los Angeles dojo was newly built, and the turnover of people was even greater, so he was not conspicuous among them.

The early arrival of Saeko Busujima and Yuriko Takagi was to prepare for Kevin's infiltration and fill in the gaps in the data.

Of course, more importantly, the location where this temple was built was quite coincidental...

Kevin drew back the curtains and gazed meaningfully ahead for a moment.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant across the street, which was open for business, people were coming and going, and a waiter in a pink uniform was busy working around with a tray.

Her long, wavy golden hair, beautiful face, and voluptuous figure even attracted the rude harassment of several customers.

"I said, how about you play with me for a bit?"

At that moment, Saeko Busujima, who had come out of the front door, entered the restaurant, blocked the waitress's path, and pulled out a wooden sword to smash open the unruly right hand of a "Mohawk" man with a pierced nose.

"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding..."

The mohawk-clad man bared his teeth, clutching his aching wrist, and offered a forced smile as he explained.

It wasn't like he hadn't suffered at the hands of this ruthless woman before. Last time, he couldn't resist her temptation and was bewitched by her, ending up going "playing" with her.

It turns out, her family runs a Daoist temple...

The so-called "play" means wearing protective gear and serving as human teaching material for those burly trainees!

This mohawk-wearing hoodlum, drained by alcohol and women, could only stand with a long face and do men all around him, forced to do free labor.

This seemingly young girl, however, managed to take down all the burly men in the dojo with just a wooden sword, even bending their metal armor.

Besides that, this girl also has a strong sense of justice and is basically invincible in one-on-one fights on this street, except when she brandishes a gun.

Therefore, the restaurant she frequented became the safest area.

Seeing that the "Mohawk" had hurriedly finished his drink and slunk away, the blonde curly-haired waitress pulled Saeko Busujima aside, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Saeko, for getting me out of that predicament again..."

Saeko Busujima smiled and shook her head. She knew this older sister-like figure very well; she was just putting up with it outwardly because of the pressure of making a living.

Once pushed to the limit, this woman's shrewishness was so extreme that even Saeko Busujima, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

However, some trivial gestures, bawdy jokes, and profanities are nothing to the "refined" and "free" American people.

"I'll treat you to drinks after get off work! It's a deal!"

The waitress patted Saeko Busujima on the shoulder, her smile warm and gentle.

"I'm still a minor..."

Saeko Busujima smiled and declined, stating that the legal drinking age in California is 21.

In other words, any store or individual is prohibited from serving alcoholic beverages with an alcohol content exceeding 0.5 percent to minors below this age; otherwise, it will be considered illegal.

"If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will know? Anyway, I have connections!"

The waitress tried her best to express her gratitude by offering numerous gifts, Saeko Busujima, seeing that she couldn't refuse, had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Then... remember to teach me the next few moves... consider this drink as tuition?"

Taking advantage of the moment, the waitress put her arm around Saeko Busujima's shoulder and whispered a request. Then she looked around, pointed to the several lewd gazes that were converging on her, and looked somewhat helpless.

"If one day I lose my job because of these lustful bastards, none of them will get away with it!"

Saeko Busujima smiled understandingly, then looked towards the door and whispered something to the waitress.

"Is that Porsche bastard still bothering you?"

The waitress took a cigarette out of her pocket, lit it, and then took a satisfying drag in the storeroom, her expression one of disgust.