NOVPUBLu Xinyue, Fang Minhui, and Ji Ya had no objections; how could anyone come to Japan and not soak in a private hot spring, especially since the private hot spring pools at Kyoto Aman are rock pools, a class above the domestically common tiled pools.
However, Tan Xin responded indifferently after hearing it: "I'm not going."
Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Everyone is going, who will ensure everyone's safety if you're not there?"
Everyone knew very well, was he really asking Tan Xin to ensure safety? Or was he just coveting her body.
Tan Xin wouldn't listen: "I can just stay by the side of the hot spring pool."
"That would be totally inappropriate, since we're here we should definitely enjoy ourselves."
"......"
In the end, Tan Xin neither agreed nor refused; after all, he is the boss, and it wasn't easy to continuously contradict him in front of so many people.
Getting back into the car, Ji Ya and Fang Minhui thought about the misty, steamy hot spring pool with some anticipation. They had prepared their lovely and sexy swimsuits, ready to fully enjoy the soak.
Lu Xinyue didn't feel as relaxed as them, recalling the scene just now still left her heart racing; in Japan, regardless of nationality, legal matters are dealt with by Japanese law, and foreign tourists don't have the right to bail, but need to contact lawyers through a consulate.
Last year in Osaka, 2 domestic tourists were convicted to six months imprisonment with repatriation after a fight causing minor injuries.
And being in a foreign country, it was inevitable to feel a lack of security.
During a past school trip to Japan, they had faced some disrespect and impolite treatment; they had thought just to endure it and it would pass.
They thought the boss would be no exception, but didn't expect him to act so aggressively abroad, especially with someone like Sister Tan Xin by his side.
Looking back at Shen Yuan through the rearview mirror, her gaze towards him had changed, filled with a bit more admiration.
"Frivolous eyes, a high nose bridge, a sharply defined jawline, the boss seems to be getting more handsome... Lu Xinyue, ah, ah, I can't keep looking."
Ji Ya and Fang Minhui quietly discussed which swimsuit to wear, while Lu Xinyue hesitated whether to wear a one-piece swimsuit or a bikini.
"A bikini exposes so much, it's kind of embarrassing......"
They were in high spirits, but things weren't going so well for Mr. Ito.
In a daze, he was woken up by a friend who was drinking with him.
"Mr. Ito, Mr. Ito! What happened to you? Why did you hit someone?"
Ito Jiro shuddered and instinctively shrank back: "Don't hit me, don't hit me......" 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
But then he felt something was off. Although still in the stall, the man in black was gone, and beside him lay a man with a bruised face and nose.
?
A big question mark rose in his mind.
But before he could figure it out, the police had arrived at the scene to understand the situation, only to see the lying man struggling to get up, supporting his head with a pained expression: "I might have a concussion, I need to get checked...... This damn guy hit me too hard."
The police looked at him and said: "The ambulance is already on the way. Before it arrives, can you describe in detail what happened just now?"
The man looked disdainfully at Ito Jiro and gritted his teeth: "Tonight I came here to drink with friends, we had just ordered and I was heading to the restroom to pee, when all of a sudden this guy dragged me into the stall, and then it was just a series of punches and kicks, I got hurt on my head and passed out, thankfully my friends came in and called the police."
"Look at my forehead, my face..."
The man lifted his shirt: "I feel like he's broken my ribs, I need to get examined and treated now."
Ito Jiro listened with a blank face, thinking wasn't I the one who was beaten, how did it turn into me hitting someone? As everyone's gaze converged on him, he hurriedly said:
"Officer! He's talking nonsense! How could I possibly hit someone, I was just beaten earlier!"
"What's your name?" The police approached him.
"Ito Jiro, this is my business card."
Ito Jiro pulled out his business card from his kimono pocket and quickly handed it over: "Officer, he is slandering me, look at me, I was punched in the head and slapped several times, and then I passed out, how could he say I hit him?"
The injured man's friend said: "Officer, he's talking drunk, look, there are no marks from being hit on his body!"
The police didn't respond, took out an alcohol tester for Ito Jiro to blow into, then frowned looking at the device: "The alcohol content has exceeded 220mg/ml, considered severe intoxication. Please come with us to the police station!"
Ito Jiro sobered up quite a bit: "Officer, he's slandering me, he's slandering me!"
"Mr. Ito, the current situation is that both parties have inconsistent statements, and there's no surveillance. Therefore, we still need to go through statements, medical examination, DNA testing, and further questioning of the people who were drinking in the pub that night before reaching a conclusion."
"Look, there's blood......"
Ito Jiro felt the situation was very unfavorable for him, and only then remembered the blood at the corner of his mouth, which had oozed out when he was slapped by that man.
He hurried to wipe the corner of his mouth with his hand, then held it up to his eyes, only to find nothing on his hand.
Where's the blood? My blood?
Also, his knuckles were swollen and aching from punching hard objects, similar to the pain from throwing punches.
But when did I hit someone?
He was drunk, but not to the point of blacking out.
Ito Jiro's throat rolled violently, as if realizing something, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
.......
When Tan Xin received the feedback, the group had just returned to Kyoto Aman, Shen Yuan nodded after hearing it: "Got it."
