Kuroda Guanglie, Kuroda group leader and Kuroda Soichiro's brother.

At this moment, he was sitting on the toilet, experiencing a gut-wrenching episode of existential crisis.

A few minutes ago, he felt like his intestines were being twisted into knots, his stomach churning violently, causing excruciating pain.

Something had reached his backdoor and was about to explode any second.

In order not to embarrass himself publicly, Kuroda Guanglie didn't care much at that moment. He stood up cautiously but daringly, each step feeling like he might have a mishap, unable to slow down, clenching his backdoor tightly as he sprinted out to the door.

It was truly one of the most urgent and difficult decisions to make.

Running faster, the feces might uncontrollably burst out, but if he walked slowly, he feared his backdoor might give in halfway.

In the end, Kuroda Guanglie barely managed to preserve his dignity, persisting until he reached the restroom.

And then he let it all out.

The relief he felt in that moment was incomparable to anything else for Kuroda Guanglie.

He felt liberated.

However, liberation was only relative.

After the first explosive release, Kuroda Guanglie still felt a lingering discomfort.

While his stomachache had subsided a bit, there was still a faint uneasy feeling.

He decided to wait a bit longer, since he was already there, might as well relieve himself completely.

During the wait, Kuroda Guanglie finally had time to reflect on the issue at hand.

Why did he have diarrhea?

Kuroda Guanglie wasn't stupid, he just didn't have as many suspicions as Kuroda Soichiro.

Given the situation he was in, he immediately recalled the plate of honey-drizzled fried tofu.

The most suspicious thing was that plate of food.

If there was something wrong with that dish, it meant that the unfamiliar waitress was sent by the opposing forces.

—Damn, Soichiro was in danger.

Kuroda Guanglie's heart tightened, wanting to rush to Soichiro's aid immediately, but his belly, being uncooperative, started to ache intensely again.

Kuroda Guanglie, the iron man who never cried in pain no matter how injured, was now bent over by this internal torment.

With his most important brother Soichiro in imminent danger on one side, and his backside refusing to stop excreting on the other...

Kuroda Guanglie was agitated and sweating profusely from pain.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, wiped clean, and tightened his backdoor, pulled up his pants, rushed out of the restroom, heading towards [Between the Falling Cherry Blossoms].

However, as Kuroda Guanglie forcefully pushed open the paper door of [Between the Falling Cherry Blossoms], one of Soichiro's bodyguards, the sturdy Taro, was lying in front of him.

And standing behind Taro was that waitress.

Honestly, when this waitress came in to serve earlier tonight, Kuroda Guanglie fell in love at first sight.

He had been wandering the shopping street for many years, and had never seen such a fresh and refined girl.

Having encountered countless heavily made-up women in nightclubs, Kuroda Guanglie longed for this kind of natural girl with all his heart.

Therefore, following the principle of loving one's home as well as its crow, Kuroda Guanglie ignored the warnings of Kuroda Souichiro and still took the lead in eating the plate of fried tofu drizzled with honey.

But now, the gentle and sweet girl from before, who spoke softly and gently, had become completely different.

She stepped on the back of another bodyguard, the tall and thin Satou, his cold gaze fixed on Kuroda Guanglie as if silently asking, "Ready to fight?"

This cold, unruly appearance, coupled with her incredible skill...

Made him...

Made this iron man named Kuroda Guanglie...

Even more irresistible.