Lunch

The Russian girl had eaten herself into a stupor. She lay on the tatami mat, rubbing her stomach to help digest.

She wasn't the only one in the same state. They had clearly all underestimated just how filling that grilled beef was.

It turned out that keeping up with Li Bai's pace was no easy feat.

Japanese cuisine emphasized health and nutrition. Eating until you were stuffed didn't fit their habits.

But today, someone had set the pace, and the naive Japanese had gotten caught up in it.

Even Diana, his girlfriend, had overestimated her abilities and ended up suffering the same fate.

While everyone else was too stuffed to move, Li Bai was still full of energy. He went back to the hot springs, but instead of the large pool, he switched to a smaller one that could only fit seven or eight people.

He leisurely scrolled through his phone, checking out all the eating, drinking, and entertainment his colleagues from Huxi City Seventh People's Hospital were enjoying around Kobe Port.

The commotion Davidson and his sister Diana had caused at Kawasaki Industrial Port hadn't affected many people. After all, checking every single person would have been an impossible task.

The port district of Kobe City carried on as if nothing had happened. The singing, dancing, and wild partying continued as usual.

The only exception was the secret police dispatched by the Metropolitan Police Department, who were still frantically searching everywhere.

Mosaic Plaza, across from the American Park Hotel, was hosting a cosplay event. There were elaborately decorated itasha cars and people dressed as all kinds of anime characters. There were gorgeous young women, as well as daring perverted masked men. Singing, posing—there was a bit of everything.

One colleague had even run into a busty cosplayer and needed