At this moment, Goddess Aya reminded: "Master, you overestimate the ability of the intermediate temple bard. Although the intermediate level can control the listener's emotions to a certain extent, it is only auxiliary.
The effect is not as powerful as you imagine, the master, it mainly depends on the listener's mood."
"What!"
"That is to say, what kind of emotion can your singing or speaking content bring out in the listener? Based on this emotion, you can use your ability to control emotions to deepen this emotion. This is
In other words, if the listener's own emotion is sad, and you insist on making the listener become happy, it will require a lot of physical energy to complete, and under normal circumstances, the bard's physical strength is definitely not enough to complete the task.
This is the complete opposite of emotion regulation.”
Fan Jianqiang said: "I understand, if the temple bard is so powerful, it will only make the gods fearful."
"This is exactly the reason. There is another point. You must pay attention to the fact that besides the most basic emotions, such as excitement, excitement, lust, etc., they are more complex emotions, which must require the listener to possess this kind of emotion.
Emotions, you can strengthen on this basis.”
"The blame has to be obvious. It seems that it's not that I'm too weak, but that the other party's excitement is not in place!"
…
Fan Jianqiang ended the exchange of thoughts with Goddess Aya and said to Sakurae Murakami: "I knew you would think so and that I was taking advantage of you. Of course, you can't deny that you are not confident. You really thought I was an ordinary person."
Man, I dare say that there are definitely not more than ten men in the world who can compare with me in this aspect!"
Sakurai Murakami smiled: "Little brat, I think there is no one in the world who can compare with you when it comes to bragging. Children of your age like to brag in this aspect the most.
Each and every one of you boasted so much that you could even say that you can control ten girls every day!"
"I don't dare to say this. I haven't tried it or practiced it."
Seeing that he seemed to be serious, Murakami Sakura couldn't help but become a little curious.
"Are you going to continue bragging?"
"We are all adults. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try. Didn't I say? One hour! If I lose, 10 million is yours. I'm not talking about Japanese yen, but Chinese coins.
.”
Sakurae Murakami didn't know why, but she felt a little excited again in her heart. As soon as this excitement appeared, she was immediately controlled by Fan Jianqiang.
Fan Jianqiang's physical strength was vented outward. Fan Jianqiang knew that it had begun.
She had to hurry up and continue to control her excitement.
"You don't mean what you say, do you?"
"You think I'm joking?"
"Since you are so confident, do you dare to bet bigger?"
"How much do you want to bet?"
"If you lose, you give me 20 million Chinese coins and you have to run naked on the street for ten minutes. Do you dare?"
"No problem! If you lose... you know, you have to serve me like an emperor... What is the highest level of service in the Japanese custom industry? You have to give me a complete set. Do you dare?"
Although Sakurae Murakami kept herself clean, she was the female owner of a service place in this kind of custom industry. She was so immersed in it, how could she not understand this kind of service! That kind of picture appeared in her mind involuntarily, and the excitement in her heart became even stronger.
.
Sakurae Murakami gritted her silver teeth and whispered: "Little brat, you will regret it!"
An hour? Are you kidding! There are ten in the world, this is absolutely impossible! It is impossible for a normal man to be able to maintain it for five minutes under such strong and continuous stimulation!
What's more, Murakami Sakurae trained this guy back then. Such a young and energetic kid could KO him in just one minute!
Controlled by Fan Qiang's ability to control emotions as an intermediate-level temple bard, and out of curiosity and competitiveness, Murakami Sakurae finally boarded Uncle Fan's pirate ship.
Half of her delicate body has already snuggled up to her, her body fragrance lingering around her, and she unzipped Uncle Fan's zipper with one hand...
Fan Jianqiang kept talking for an hour just to deceive the other party. As soon as her hand touched her, Goddess Aya reminded Fan Jianqiang that the task had been completed!
Fan Jianqiang was extremely excited. This trip to Tokyo was really worth it! I thought it was a waste of time, but in the end, I successfully completed a hidden mission! It was really unintentional!
As a result, when he was excited, he was extremely happy and sad, and he couldn't control it. In addition, Murakami Sakurae's technique was so powerful. In less than thirty seconds, a stream of hot water spurted out, splashing all over Murakami Sakurae's hands!
Damn it! Not like this!
Fan Jianqiang was dumbfounded and looked at Sakurae Murakami who was also stunned in embarrassment.
"I thought you were so awesome, kid. You just...should see a doctor. You are so young and you have such a problem!"
Sakurae Murakami retracted her hand and took out a pack of tissues from her bag with a calm expression.
Fan Qianqiang was so embarrassed that he almost crawled under the chair. Hey, even if you can't hold on for an hour, you won't be able to do it in half a minute...
"This doesn't count. I want that, and I haven't started yet..."
Sakurae Murakami smiled and said: "As for the money, you give it to Yingjie, and Yingjie will transfer it to me. You know, ten minutes. Do you need me to say anything else?"
Fan Qianqiang gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I am willing to admit defeat, but I still have to explain that I was distracted just now..."
Murakami Sakurai stopped him: "If I were you, I wouldn't explain."
Fan Qiangqiang rolled his eyes strangely and said: "Okay! Just be naked and run as fast as you can. A man is a real man, and every word he speaks can make a fool of himself."
After Fan Qianqiang wiped off his clothes, he put on his pants, stood up and walked out.
Sakurae Murakami followed him out of the cinema, putting on a hat and a mask.
The streets of Tokyo are just at the beginning of nightlife, with busy traffic and a constant flow of people.
Fan Jianqiang had never been so embarrassed. Murakami Sakurae even stretched out her hand and made an elegant gesture of invitation.
"Huh, I won't say anything this time. I'll admit defeat and run naked. It's no big deal. No one will recognize me anyway!"
Fan Jianqiang walked to the side behind a video game console for children, reached out to unbutton his shirt, and quickly took off his shirt. When only the last pair of boxer briefs were left, someone finally noticed and exclaimed.
Fan Jianqiang quickly turned away and covered his face with his hands.
Murakami Sakurae smiled proudly and said: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you. It's enough for you to take off your clothes to this extent. Put them back on quickly. If you catch a cold, I can't bear it."
Fan Jianqiang shouted in Japanese: "Everyone, stop watching, haven't you seen a man's body?"
While getting dressed quickly.
By the time he put on his clothes and turned around in a discreet manner, Sakurae Murakami had run away without knowing when.
Damn it! Woe to me!
…
"Congratulations, master, for completing the hidden mission and earning 260 reward points. Do you need to redeem the rewards for new skills immediately?"
"There's no rush, and I won't run away. I'll wait until I finish what I'm doing."
While waiting at a bus stop, Fan Jianqiang took out a laptop he had stolen from Philadelphia and installed the USB flash drive. After a while, the information provided by Sakurae Murakami appeared in the laptop.
Daiki Ishii, leader of the Tokyo Metropolitan Team of the Mizuguchi Group.
Haruka Fukuda, deputy leader of the Mizuguchi Group in Tokyo.
Kenta Sugawara, dispatch specialist at the Mizuguchi-gumi headquarters.
Then there are the detailed addresses of these three must-kill targets, as well as the addresses of possible places to enter and exit.
Several detailed photos of each person are attached.
In addition to these three people, there are the names and information of the twelve members of the Pingchuan Society.
Fan Jianqiang memorized the appearance of the three middle- and senior-level people in the Shuikou group, closed his notebook, and headed for the first destination.
…
The first destination was a nightclub. It was already 9:30 in the evening, dinner had already ended, and most likely we were hanging out in the nightclub.
He let the taxi get off in front of this nightclub and walked to a hidden place. After a while, he transformed into the image of Haruka Fukuda, the deputy leader of the Mizuguchi Group in Tokyo, and walked to the nightclub in a swagger.
A doorman and two female greeters hurriedly bowed to Fan Jianqiang and addressed him as Mr. Futian.
Fan Jianqiang hummed and walked straight into the nightclub.
This nightclub is located in Shinjuku. Shinjuku Kabukicho is the most famous red light district in Japan. There are many shops engaged in custom industries. In addition to being a good place to satisfy some Tokyoites and foreigners who come to Tokyo on business, this area is also a good place for foreign tourists to satisfy
A must-see for curiosity.
Of course, this area in Shinjuku is far from being comparable to the members-only clubs in Ginza. It belongs to the civilian class.
As soon as I walked in, before I had time to observe, a young Mama walked over with a cheerful expression.
"Futian-kun, you are here." Mamasang shouted happily, and a gust of fragrant wind blew over.
Fan Jianqiang had no idea who she was, so he nodded calmly and said nothing.
Mamasang almost pressed up against him, rubbing her breasts on Uncle Fan's arm, her tone changed, and she whispered: "Mr. Futian, there is something wrong with the few lambs shipped from China... You and I
Come."
Fan Jianqiang was stunned when he heard the word Huaxia, but he couldn't ask at this time. He could only follow the unknown Mamasang through the long corridor until he reached the corner of the corridor.
Opened the door to the back area.
There was a man standing outside the door of the back area. When he saw Fan Jianqiang, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.
Fan Jianqiang responded with another hum.
The house in the back area is much simpler than the front. It is an old-style building with only six floors. As he walked, Nama Sang explained: "Fukuda-kun, I just called Ishii-kun. He said he was accompanying guests. Can't you pass by?"
Come on, I just wanted to hit you
You're here now. Of those four lambs, one of them locked the bathroom door and jumped from the third floor and broke his leg. It looks like he won't be able to receive guests in the short term. Mr. Futian,
How do you think it was handled?"
"Are those four women brought from China?" Fan Jianqiang asked tentatively.
"Yes, I didn't expect Chinese women to be so stubborn. They would rather die than accept guests. Mr. Futian, do you think we should deal with it according to the old rules, or should we treat it after it is cured and adjust it for a while?"
Fan Jianqiang already wants to kill someone at this moment!
"Take me to see the one who jumped off the building first!"