Chapter 757

Zatoukei was also a fan of Kazama Ruri, and in fact one of his most senior ones, having followed the boy ever since he first debuted. No one knew where Kazama Ruri came from, nor did anyone know who stood behind him. The boy seemed almost born for this industry; his meteoric rise had made him the undisputed king of the Japanese host world within just a few short years, leaving even seasoned veterans of the trade like Zatoukei with no choice but to gaze at his back from afar. Seventy percent of the women who frequented host clubs in Japan were fans of Kazama Ruri—that statement was no exaggeration at all. Even the remaining thirty percent, if they somehow didn't like Kazama Ruri, had definitely heard of the young host emperor's resounding name. Should Kazama Ruri stand right before them, they would still inevitably shriek and rush up to demand his autograph... Just like people who loved Mandarin pop music—even if they weren't fans of Jay Chou, if Jay Chou himself were standing right in front of them, they still wouldn't be able to help getting thrilled, excited, and taking a photo to commemorate that they had seen a living star. Because these figures were legends, the gold standards of their industry.