You Were Born for the Host Club Business

Lin Qiye and Yurina exchanged a glance. After a moment, they both nodded.

They did not have a single yen on them, and they looked like beggars besides. Where could they possibly eat in the middle of the night? Even if some restaurants were still open, they could not seriously dine and dash, could they?

Leaving aside the bad influence it would have on Yurina, Lin Qiye was the captain of Great Xia's Night Watchmen Fifth Special Squad and the Sword Saint's disciple. If word got out that he had eaten without paying in Japan... he would lose all his face.

If Lin Qiye had been alone, he definitely would not have bothered eating. With his current physique, he would not get hungry so quickly. But Yurina was still a child. She needed food.

Seeing Lin Qiye agree, the uncle turned and headed toward the neon-lit streets.

"Follow me."

The two followed him along Dotonbori's main street. As they walked, Yurina looked up at the bustling, dazzling storefronts around them, her large eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.

After turning down several streets, the three gradually left the bustling main avenue behind and arrived at a relatively secluded corner. At last, they stopped in front of a two-story establishment.

The place was not small, and its decor was fairly decent, but there were few pedestrians in this area, making it seem particularly deserted. Lin Qiye looked up at the flickering neon sign, his brows rising slightly.

—"Black Wutong" CLUB.

The instant Yurina saw the sign, she seemed to realize something, and her expression suddenly froze.

Lin Qiye, on the other hand, felt nothing at all about the name. He stepped through the elegant, distinctive entrance, passed up a blue-and-black illusion-lit staircase, and made his way to the second floor. Yurina