Top of the Fourth Inning “The champagne is here~!” An enthusiastic voice boomed through the club over the microphone. Just as he thought, the center table could not get any more loud, a huge paying customer came in for his senior host, who recently climbed up the rankings. She was a woman in her forties, and it was said she was a doctor. She would come to this club once a week, usually with a few bottles of something. This time she bought an S class Mercedes Benz to commemorate him getting into the top ten. It looked so fun over there that he was nearly jealous. That said, he never believed he would put that much effort in to reach that level. Yamato did not work at this club to rack in big bucks, have women buy him cars or rule the world. Besides, he knew as a host only a handful made it big, and he earned more than enough from his career pickpocketing. If he wanted money, he could achieve that through that job alone. The reason why he had a side job like this was simply to earn money...