After exchanging the Japanese language at the Conqueror Store, Chris began his cunning stratagem.
In Queens, New York, there were many bars and dance halls, all of which were of very high quality, and the women the rich played with were justifiably prettier.
The Kawahira Cabaret was one of the best dance halls. The Japanese women inside were extremely docile, perfect for men to act out their bestial desires!
But Chris didn't need it, he had just vented his lust on Bucky's mother, and by now he had already entered the sage mode of concentrating on the task.
"Sir, would you like a beautiful woman to relieve your loneliness?" A flirtatious dancing girl said in English with a Japanese accent.
"Go tell your manager that the imperial secret agent Aizen is here to talk to the Yamaguchi-gumi!" Chris replied directly in Japanese, with an extremely arrogant attitude.
In Japan, men have absolute authority in the home, the status of women is very low.
The dancing girl was a bit surprised, she smiled apologetically and went inside.
Soon a man with a hat came out and gestured an invitation, "Please come in, sir!"
The Japanese are very easy to imitate. As long as you know the language, they can't tell which country you're from.
Chris was led into a Japanese-style room where a man with a pompadour hairstyle was drinking sake.
"So you're Aizen? What proof do you have that you're an imperial secret agent? If you can't prove it, then go to hell!" The pompadour man sneered grimly, his cruel aura speaking for itself.
"Baka! How dare you talk to me like that! Do you not know the rules, or are the violent gangs getting too arrogant lately? It seems you don't take us Iga Ninja elites seriously!" Chris suddenly slammed the table in anger, and a flame instantly burned the two armed guards behind into human torches!
His upgraded magic was now more powerful, capable of igniting multiple targets at once.
The burning guards could not even scream, their throats burned away. They writhed in agony for a moment before they died.
This stunned the pompadour man speechless. Along with Chris' arrogant manner, he nearly pissed himself in fear. This was real trouble!
"Your humble servant, Koguma Nitta, pay his respects to your honor! I am blind as a bat, please forgive this fool!" The pompadour man immediately lowered his head and spoke very respectfully.
"Hmph, so you're the one in charge here?" Chris snorted coldly, then sat down and took a swig directly from the sake bottle, before smashing it on the man's head.
"Drinking tasteless sake like this, you're no better than sissies! You lot really are a bunch of zombies with no ambition or drive!" Chris slapped the table angrily .
This unreasonable behavior further confirmed Chris' identity in Koguma's mind - he was someone really important!
"Yes, it's our mistake. I will bring the strongest liquor and most beautiful girls for you sir. May I ask what business brings you here?"
"The Empire intends to make America suffer soon. America is researching a drug that can enhance human physique, so that scrawny people can gain the strength to kill a man with one punch after taking it! Koguma, if I succeed in obtaining the Empire's target this time, I can return and make my report. As my subordinate, I will recommend your promotion within the Yamaguchi-gumi." Chris spoke ambiguously.
Pretending to be a Japanese man made sense, since the Japanese here would suffer terribly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. He wasn't worried about exposure at all.
Besides, the imperial secret agent were not something a small Yamaguchi-gumi could investigate. Pretending to be someone important while recruiting subordinates here was a very wise choice.
Clearly Koguma had taken the bait. The identities of the imperial secret agent and ninja had intimidated him, along with the inexplicable burning deaths of his two men before his eyes. He couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.
"Yes sir!" Koguma replied respectfully.
"Haven't you recently captured a gambler who has a son serving as an officer in the US military? They are the key to getting intelligence for us. When we succeed, I get a promotion and you get rich. Want to become the uncrowned king of New York? Heh, it's not a dream!" Chris took a swig of vodka, his expression incredibly infectious.
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