Volume 1: Japanese Storm Chapter 17: In Okinawa (5)

  After encountering Hamasaki Ayumi and Sakai Noriko, Jerry had imagined countless scenarios of meeting Namie Amuro: the most cliché scenario, turning a corner, bumping into each other, getting up, ah, you're Namie Amuro, okay, sign with me, I'll make you famous; the most heroic scenario, at the Yokohama harbor, a little girl struggling in the water, Jerry dives in, saves the girl, gives her CPR, looks up and says, wow, what luck, that struggling girl is Namie Amuro; the most fanboy scenario, a little girl rushes to Jerry, holding a poster with one hand and a pen with the other, ah, are you the angel who sang "Pie Jesu"? Is Nakazaki Noriko your mom? Can I get an autograph, and by the way, sign me too! I'll become Japan's most popular idol, my name is Namie Amuro! But Jerry never imagined that he would bump into this Japanese "longest-lived" super idol in such a ridiculous situation!

  Yeah, her face still had four finger marks on it, her nose twitching, and tears streaming down!

  That drunkard's slap looked quite fierce, but why were there four finger marks? Jerry was pondering this when Rei Shin May, who had been hiding behind him, swiftly pulled out a gun from his waist.

  "Hey, Miss May, what are you trying to do? This is a Japanese commoner's tavern, not the front line of Palestine!"

  Drunken Ghost Man, Gun Mouth, Aim Star, Heavy Letter May's Right Eye, Have Already Formed a Line!

  Jerry swiftly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into the package room, "Miss May, you mustn't go mad!"

  Shigeshin thought for a moment in May, "Haven't you noticed that the guy who is bending over and wiping the floor is actually a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi? Look at his right thumb!"

  Jerry pulled down the sleeve of Shigeno May, then stuck his head out from behind the curtain again. According to Shigeno May's hint, he suddenly found that the right little finger of the drunk man who was bending over and wiping the floor was actually a prosthetic!

  Before becoming a formal member of the Yamaguchi-gumi, one must cut off their own little finger and give it to the Oyabun as a symbol of loyalty.

  Jerry was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. "Alright, Miss May, even if he is a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi, it doesn't mean his purpose for being here is to target me! So put away your gun and let's just continue eating our meal!"

  Chongxin looked at Jerry with a slight hesitation in May, she didn't understand.

  "The Yamaguchi-gumi is a large right-wing organization, but there's one thing you need to understand: the industries they get involved in are all high-profit ones, like loan-sharking, sex trade, entertainment, and narcotics. They basically don't bother ordinary Japanese citizens, and crimes against them are extremely rare. That's why that guy, even though he's a , will still bow down and clean the floor for Japanese citizens. If you were to pull out a gun and shoot him right now, I guarantee the owner of this place wouldn't thank you - she'd call the cops immediately! Don't believe me? Well, go ahead and try it then! Now, hurry up and sit down! That guy isn't here for me!"

  Taking advantage of Jerry's dazed state in May, Jerry stuck his head out again.

  "Hey...waiter, waiter..."

  Hirame's mother, Yoshimi, quickly rubbed her daughter's face and led her away.

  "Sorry, really sorry, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

  "It's like this, bring me a few skewers of roasted chicken! She can't get used to the raw fish slices here! Please hurry up."

  "Hey! Please wait a moment!"

  Hirai Emiko was about to leave with her daughter when Jerry stopped her again, "Is this your daughter?"

  "Hey?"

  "Ah, yes, I think your daughter's image is very suitable for development in the Japanese entertainment industry. If possible, I'd like to sign her!"

  Hirai Emiko was taken aback!

  "Alright! You must think I'm joking or lying, huh? How can I make you believe me?" Jerry's eyes shifted around, "Hmm, you two come in here!"

  Hirai Emiko entered the room with her daughter, full of curiosity!

  But in the next moment, this curiosity turned into surprise, because Jerry opened his mouth, he was singing a song, and what he sang was "Pie Jesu".

  The extremely penetrating singing voice suddenly quieted down the noisy tavern!

  Jerry soon discovered that this was a really terrible idea!

  The sound of footsteps quickly gathered towards the package house!

  Just as Hirai Emiko, Yasumuro Nahomi and Shigenobu Satsuki's mouths were still agape enough to fit an egg in them, the curtain of the private room was lifted!

  "Where? Where?"

  One person, two people, when a dozen or twenty people rushed into the private room, "agile" Jerry had already slipped in unnoticed among the crowd!

  "We want to meet"

  "That's right, we're going to see him!"

  "Hand him over!"

  "Not allowed to hoard"

  It's really boiling over with public sentiment!

  Hirata's mouth was saying a lot to many people, and Jerry would occasionally clasp his hands together in a pleading gesture, the meaning of which was extremely clear: "Please, Ms. Hirata, help me keep this secret!"

  So, the receptionist with a similar name, Hirai Yoshimi, became the target of the attack!

  "Hey, hey, Minasan, what's going on? Tell me, what's all this about?"

  Koharu, who came running from behind, apparently hadn't heard Jerry's singing voice, so when she saw a crowd of people surrounding Hiramatsu Emiko, she thought something big had happened again!

  "Ah~ no, one person is missing! Where's the little guy?"

  At this time, the first person to enter the private room suddenly remembered Jerry, but at this time, Jerry had already run out of the bar and was wandering around outside.

  It's really uncomfortable being surrounded by onlookers!

  Luckily, Jerry's private room was equipped with a karaoke system, so after Hirai Yoshiko had said her piece, the excited guests finally left and continued drinking and chatting.

  Hirame, Emiko and Tairaa found Jerry at the entrance of a first-class sake bar, free from the entanglement of the crowd.

  "Hasn't even introduced himself yet, Jerry, Jerry G. Roschelle!"

  "Ah! Hello, hello, I'm Hirai Yoshiko, nice to meet you! This is my daughter, Yasumu Nami, Nami, say hello to Jerry!"

  The latter's eyes were already full of little stars!

  Worship? Hmm, maybe! However, Jerry found that in this little guy's eyes, there was something else, how to describe it! Hmm, should say, it was the gaze of discovering some kind of treasure!

  "Hey, Namie-san, I'm not a monkey! This isn't a zoo!"

  Hirai Emiko hastily pushed her daughter.

  "Ah~ Hello~ Hello~ I'm Anzu Namihana, nice to meet you!"

  Yeah, the feeling of meeting Kyary Pamyu Pamyu is really great!