His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy

Chapter 676

Chapter 676: LET’S GO, HANSEL

As night fell, the entire elite society in Tokyo was buzzing with excitement as they prepared to go to Anarkh. Anarkh was an exclusive entertainment paradise for the upper class, and on this Saturday, there was nothing more exciting happening in the city.

The Anarkh was not just famous because of the casino, the restaurant, the bar and even the private rooms with exciting custom entertainment options for different clientele. The primary fame of the resort was the events held on the site.

The events were always unique. Moreover, they catered to individuals that were already tired of pedestrian interests like music, dance and sex. The goal was to tantalise the most jaded palate in upper-class Tokyo.

On this particular night. Anarkh was holding an occasion that attracted people from within and beyond the watery borders of Japan.

This party was supposed to be a celebration of the decade. According to inside sources, the original plan for the occasion was the birthday of the girlfriend of the owner. Unfortunately, the girlfriend died, but the plans were already in motion.

Therefore, no one could stop the wheels of fate.

This exclusive event was dubbed The Great Escape!

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Over the past half year, the casinos linked to Anarkh around the world had held a competition for escape rooms. The escape rooms, unlike the pedestrian units in regular situations, were almost deadly, and they emphasized physical strength and intelligence.

The probability of death was low, but a lot of the competitors ended up in hospitals.

The managers of the event would not rescue competitors, except under the threat of real death. And even then, they would wait until the grim reaper stood above the person before taking action. But the rewards for the winners were exceptional.

The Great Escape was the finale!

The champions of these deadly games from around the world were gathered in Tokyo for the entertainment of the most powerful and richest people. They had gathered to watch the final tournament from different corners of the globe.

Inei managed to get tickets to the exclusive event because he was an insider. Most of the other people who could purchase the tickets were people with more to offer than money. After all, the original owner of Anarkh was the Demon King.

Just after dusk, the Shio siblings prepared to leave the house to attend The Great Escape tournament. Emi was looking to have a fun night while supporting her brother. On the other hand, Inei was a little worried about meeting his old colleagues from a couple of months ago.

“Brother! How do I look?” Inei came out with a black bodysuit.

She wanted to look like she belonged in the dark world of the Demon King. Inei looked at her with a tilted head. He was wearing black jeans with a ruffled puffy shirt. The effect looked a little pirate-y, but he had a matching gorgeous face.

Moreover, the eyeliner around his beautiful eyes along with the ruby studs enhanced the beauty of his over-the-top outfit.

“The clothes are fine, but the hair is a little off,” Inei said after a long moment.

Emi took a few steps back and looked at her image in the hallway mirror. Her hair was freshly washed and blow-dried. It was dark and soft, and it fell gracefully over her shoulders. On normal days, the look would have been ok.

However, Inei was right. The hair did not go with her outfit.

“What should I do?” Emi pouted as she ruffled her hair.

“Go for the full futuristic lady coming to warn someone about their bleak future and the ultimate demise of all humankind,” Inei said with a crafty smile.

Emi’s eyes lit up. She understood the look Inei was suggesting. She rushed back to her bedroom, sat in front of her vanity mirror and dug out a jar of gel. She did not dress up anymore because she worked in a school, but she still had the supplies.

When she came out again, her black hair was slicked and held at the top of her head. Moreover, instead of a ponytail, she plaited a tight long braid that looked like a rope over her shoulder. Her makeup was also dark with thick eyeliner and maroon matte lipstick.

The look was perhaps a little bit over the top, and it was the complete opposite of the look she portrayed when she was going to school for work. However, the sweet innocence of her face coupled with her fierce appearance was perfect.

“That is what I am talking about!” Inei complimented.

He picked a black fur coat from the couch in the living room. He wore it over his clothes, completing his cool appearance. He was like a lost and disturbed vampire but with a slightly more friendly appearance.

“Are you ready, Gretel?” He asked.

Emi flipped her rope-like braid to her back. “Let’s go, Hansel!”

The two of them walked out of the house cheerfully.

“By the way, should we drive or use a car service?” Emi asked.

“We can drive there and take a car service when coming back. We should eat somewhere before going to Anarkh. Their menu is a bit fancy, and I want something normal and meaty. What do you think?” Inei asked, looking at his little sister.

“Sure. I do not like food from crowded places anyway. And I know what car we should take. I have not taken out the Aston Martin I got from Sister Yasha for my birthday. We can drive it.” Emi agreed.

“You know we could avoid these problems if you had a driver or a few bodyguards. This kind of hard life is getting in the way of my lifestyle.” Inei said as they walked to the garage.

“I know. But you could have also brought your bodyguards.” Emi countered, sticking out her tongue at him. “Speaking of which, how did Mom and Dad feel about you coming here without bodyguards? It is a dangerous world.”

“I am an adult. Don’t try that with me.” Inei scoffed.

“I am also an adult.” Emi retorted.

“Being an adult is relative to the people around you. You are a child to us all.” Inei reached to tousle Emi’s hair, but he just touched the slick gel on the hair that was yet to dry. “Ugh, that is gross.”

“Keep your hands off my hair.” Emi giggled. “And I am driving.”

Inei scoffed, but he did not say anything.