“If he’s not human, what is he then?” I asked Chuyi. 

He shook his head. “I’m not sure, perhaps a monster. Moreover, his strength is nothing to scoff at.” 

In Japan, yokai, or monsters, appeared in many legends and folklores. However, I had never expected to meet one right in the middle of a bustling city. 

We sat back on our sofa and watched the young man in white. Soon, a woman wearing a long, tight dress came and bowed to the bald uncle. She seemed to be in her thirties. Although she was older than the other girls, she had the sexy curves of a mature woman. The way she moved was enchanting, and her thighs were porcelain white.

The bald man immediately asked one of the hostesses to give up her seat. Then, the younger girl respectfully poured wine for the older woman.

“Xiao Gao, do you know that woman?” I...