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The masked guy with slick-backed hair wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket.

That was not a good sign.

It meant these guys had started to wise up—they were actually trying to conceal their identities.

Had their constant game of cat-and-mouse with the Biyang Student Council and the police forced them to evolve?

If any of the others had ditched their jackets, I might not have recognized them.

But this hair and mask combo?

I’d never forget it.

After all, back in Mifeng Street, it was this guy—the one whose hairstyle looked like a foamy pile of dung—who had locked me in a chokehold from behind.

If Zhao Zhao’s old hairstyle of just sticking his short hair back was the lowest-tier, then this guy’s was straight-up Josuke-style pompadour territory. A proper bancho look.

“That guy’s one of Lei Laohu’s men?” Haitang caught on quickly as I stared at him until he vanished into the restroom.

“Yeah. Looks like he went to take a leak. I’m gonna go check it out.” I got up.

“No, Commander. You stay here.”

Xiao Lei shoved me back onto the couch and snatched the black-rimmed glasses off my face, putting them on herself.

“They recognize your face. I go instead—it’s way safer.”

“Hey, I said I’m going—”

Before I could finish standing up again, she shoved me right back down.

“Chill! I wasn’t arguing with you!”

I wasn’t planning on competing for the mission.

I just…

Needed to go to the bathroom.

Those endless plates of food from May Rome earlier were making me charge up an ULT.

“Yeah? And what if you run into that guy?”

“Okay, but which bathroom are you planning on using, Miss Lingmeng?”

Both Xiao Lei and Haitang asked at the same time.

Great. Now I was being interrogated in stereo.

But actually—

The answer was the same for both of them.

“Looks like this bar’s restrooms are separated far left and right—men on the left, women on the right.”

“…So I won’t run into Masked Pompadour Guy¹ .”

“Oh~? So that means you’re going into the ladies’ room, huh?”

Haitang’s voice turned wickedly amused.

“Looks like you’re one step closer to full-on crossdressing, dear Commander~”

“Nonsense! That’s a slippery slope fallacy! Using the women’s restroom and wearing a dress are completely different things!”

Seriously, with this face, I couldn’t use the men’s room even if I wanted to.

If I walked into the men’s room and found a bunch of dudes mid-stream, they’d probably get so shook they’d develop bladder issues for life.

Meanwhile, in the women’s restroom, every stall had closed doors.

I could just walk in, do my business, and leave—no one would bother me, and I wouldn’t bother anyone.

This was a completely logical, rational decision.

It absolutely wasn’t because I was curious about the inside of a women’s restroom or anything.

“Here’s your fried snack platter.”

The waiter had returned with our order—crispy fried chicken, calamari rings, shrimp, fish, and hash browns, all neatly arranged with a small dish of red dipping sauce in the center.

It wasn’t a huge portion, but after that massive lunch, I wasn’t exactly hungry.

“Just leave it here,” I said. “We’re stepping out for a bit—don’t take it away.”

“Alright—wait, huh?”

As Xiao Lei and I walked off in opposite directions, I could practically hear the waiter’s brain short-circuiting.

He had just watched me—who had claimed to be a ‘mister’—walk into the women’s restroom, while a girl in full feminine attire confidently strode into the men’s room.

His jaw practically hit the floor, his brain visibly short-circuiting.

With multiple question marks over his head, he retreated to the bar to process his existential crisis with the bartender, likely in search of emotional support.

Life truly is a comedy.

Sometimes, even when no one does anything wrong, misunderstandings just… happen.

I just hoped today’s events wouldn’t traumatize him too badly.

Stay strong, my friend.

The main bar area had a dim, moody ambiance.

But the women’s restroom?

It was lit up like a five-star hotel lobby.

The design was straight-up magical—the lower half of the walls and floors were polished black marble, sleek and reflective.

The upper half of the walls and ceiling were mirrored gold glass, shining under the bright lights.

Mirror in front of me.

Mirror to my left and right.

Mirror above me.

Reflective marble floor below me.

Standing in this hall of mirrors, I couldn’t help but catch glimpses of a delicate, breathtaking beauty reflected back at me from every angle.

A girl so enchantingly fragile, so captivating, that it stirred an overwhelming urge in me—to cherish her, to protect her, to hold her close—

…Ahem. Alright, that’s enough nonsense.

Yeah, yeah. The ethereal beauty I was admiring?

It was just me.

Thank goodness the stall interiors weren’t mirrored. At least I could get a moment’s peace inside.

Otherwise, staring at my own absurdly pretty face might just make it impossible to focus on, uh… my primary objective here.

As I settled into the stall, the earpiece feed from Xiao Lei and Haitang continued.

“Geez, how long is he gonna take?” Xiao Lei grumbled outside the men’s room. “What’s he doing in there, generating electricity?”

“Wait—electricity?”

“…Eh? Xiao Lei-chan, you don’t know what that means? No way.”

“I-I do know! It’s when guys, use their uh… you know… mumble mumble…”

For some reason, her voice trailed off into bubbles at the end.

Why the hell were they discussing lewd topics outside the men’s room?!

“Okay, Lingmeng, turn off your earpiece for a bit,” Haitang suddenly ordered. “The volume on those things is insane—I really don’t want to hear the sounds of you using the toilet. I swear, I can even hear you unbuttoning your pants.”

“…You can hear that?”

I quickly switched it off.

The instant silence felt deafening.

And then—

——Red Shield! Red Sword! Five Bottles! SUPER ATTRIBUTE UNLOCK SLASH!!——

…I walked out of the stall with the most satisfied smile on my face.

At the central circular sink counter, another woman was already standing there.

She was leaning against the sink, facing away from me, smoking a cigarette.

From this angle, I couldn’t see her face, but her fitted white blouse, blue pencil skirt, and elegant posture suggested she was a mature, professional office lady.

Everything about her figure was curvaceous and well-proportioned—a tiny waist, an incredibly round and perky backside—

…Damn.

Compared to her, the two girls who were investigating the men’s room over there weren’t even in the same league.

“Ugh… God, my feet hurt. These damn high heels…”

She muttered under her breath, unaware of my presence.

With a frustrated huff, she kicked off her red high heels.

Her bare, pale feet landed directly on the cold black marble, her ankles slightly swollen from long hours in heels.

(For the record, I did not squat down to look—the high sink counter just happened to be open at the bottom!)

She held the cigarette with practiced ease, slender, porcelain-white fingers bringing it to her lips as she took a deep drag.

Then, with an exhale—

“Cough! Cough! Cough!—Ack!”

A violent fit of coughing erupted from her as smoke poured from her mouth and nose at the same time.

…Wait. So when people get choked while smoking, they end up spraying smoke from every possible exit?

Kind of impressive, actually.

Eyes watering from the ordeal, she sighed, flipping her hair back in frustration before snuffing out the half-burnt cigarette under running water and tossing it into the trash.

“I can’t even smoke properly anymore… What’s even the point of life at this rate?”

Now that she had turned around, I finally got a clear look at her face—

…Younger than I expected.

Despite the mature OL look, she wasn’t dolled up with makeup. But with those naturally well-defined features, she probably never felt the need to bother.

And the moment our eyes met—

Her expression shifted from exhausted gloom to wide-eyed shock.

…Had she just been stunned by my overwhelming beauty?

Heh. Give it up, lady. You’ll never surpass me.

But then—

Her entire demeanor flipped.

Her face contorted in fury.

And she lunged at me.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU B*TCH!!!”

…HUH?!

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It’s kinda funny how many hairstyles 飞机头 refer to. The definition is definitely too wide.　

Footnotes:

With his slick-backed hair more defined in this chapter, and more appearances with the same description in Chinese will occur, I’m keeping his nickname as Masked Pompadour Guy.