chapter 175 High seas pursuit

In the hot spring hotel in Yamanashi Prefecture, in a separate private room, Dario was soaking in it happily. Beside him were two technicians with buns, delicate features, graceful figures, and slender legs. They were diligently helping Dario rub, knead, hold, and pinch.

In the warm spring water, white mist curled up, and a hazy atmosphere of ambiguity slowly floated in the bath.

Usually after a killing, Dario needs to vent his anger, and the two Japanese women in front...