Japan, DJ...
5:20 PM.
"Mr. Fujita, Mr. Fujita..."
"Soul of Slaughter, what's the rush? Can't you see Mr. Fujita is eating?"
"Madam, I'm truly sorry to disturb you, but I have a very important matter to discuss with Mr. Fujita."
"Let him in." Fujita's voice came from inside the sliding wood door.
"Come in."
"Thank you, madam."
Removing his wooden shoes, Lingze slid open the door and knelt at the entrance.
"What's the matter?"
At that moment, Fujita was holding a seductive woman in his arms, dressed in nothing but a thin veil, with large areas of bare skin exposed.
Fujita's hand kept playing with the woman's voluptuous body, and she occasionally let out alluring gasps, then fed Fujita with food.
"Mr. Fujita, HLY007 has been found."
"What? Did the nightingale speak?"
"No, no, it's Ye Xiaofan..."
"Ye Xiaofan? What's going on?"
"The TV, please turn on the TV to the ad that's been replaying for the past twenty minutes."
