Chapter 285
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Seeing this, Sei Itō also jumped down from the tree. He condensed his Psychic Energy into a thin line and followed Nishikawa Mamoru and the others from a distance.
"Hmm?" The man who had been silent all this time looked behind the three of them with some surprise and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong, Tanaka?" The long-haired man looked at his companion and asked.
"I felt a strange feeling just now, but it's gone now," the man named Tanaka said in confusion.
"There's nothing." Nishikawa Mamoru also sensed carefully and shook his head. "Don't tell me you're allergic."
"Indeed, there's nothing." The long-haired man also said after sensing for a while.
"Then maybe I'm just being paranoid." Tanaka said in a self-deprecating manner and then continued walking forward with Nishikawa Mamoru and the long-haired man.
"That man, does he have a perception-type ability?" Sei Itō, who was far behind, looked at the back of the man named Tanaka and thought to himself.
With the previous influence, Sei Itō became more careful when following them. Just like this, the three of them led the way in front and Sei Itō followed behind. Soon, they arrived at the bustling area of Tokyo, Ginza. Then, the three of them walked straight into a nightclub called Cherry Blossom without stopping.
"I didn't expect that my first time entering a nightclub would be to follow someone. What a pain in the ass." After the three of them went in, Sei Itō walked out from the corner and walked toward Sakura like a customer while cursing in his heart.
"Welcome." At the door, a young man wearing a standard bar waiter uniform came forward and greeted him. "Do you know anyone here?"
The person he was referring to was a lady he was familiar with.
"No." Sei Itō said as he followed the waiter inside.
"Then, what do you like?" The waiter asked.
At this time. The two of them walked into the dimly lit hall of the nightclub. In the hall, there were dozens of three-seater sofas placed in a certain pattern. In front of the sofa was a small rectangular table. Men who came to spend money were sitting on the sofa with scantily dressed escorts, drinking and playing.
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