The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 363 Shadow of Truth (10)

"... This is what happened. I have visited many people over the past two years, and finally convinced some of them to come forward and testify recently."

On the stage, Tachibana Mio told the reporters below about the results of her own investigation during this period.

A reporter raised his hand and asked, "Ms. Tachibana, why did you come forward? You are not from the Starlight Agency, so you are not a victim, right? Is it just because you couldn't stand it?"

Tachibana Mio was silent for a while, then said, "I... I'm not that righteous. In fact, I did this for a friend... someone I know. We have a good relationship privately. I did this for her before, but the more I investigated, the more angry I became about the darkness in the Starlight Agency, so I stood up."

She did not choose to make Usa Miura's affairs public, and the other party probably didn't want her affairs to be told to others, right?
The reporter asked again: "This is a very serious accusation, but what does this have to do with WTV? If it is just the infringement of its artists, it is just the private behavior of Starlight Agency, right? Then why did Mr. Nanajo conflict with Mr. Yamada, the president of WTV?"

The director sitting nearby was sweating profusely when he heard this. The scene he least wanted to see was coming... Mr. Laishan, where have you been? Is everything really under control as you said?

"Of course it is related." Nanajo Masato said to his microphone, "Because at this press conference, I am not only going to expose this little thing, there is another thing that is the highlight!"

The scene was buzzing with discussion again. Everyone was a little tired. Mr. Nanajo, how many surprises are you going to give us? A famous artist agency infringing on its artists is just a small matter? If what you said is true, this is not just one or two people, but hundreds of people!
At this time, in the lounge backstage, Lai Shanchenggong was watching the live broadcast on TV and sneered.

"You can't help it? You are still too young." Lai Shanchenggong sneered, "You do things without considering the consequences, and you are always looking for success... Little boy, after you say that, you will have no way out. It's either you die or I die. Do you really want to dig your own grave? If so, I will be sorry to the old president..."

Before, after dragging those intruders into the illusion in the ghost realm, he immediately withdrew and paid attention to the press conference outside.

He believed that even if the illusion could not eliminate the invaders, it could at least delay them for a while. Now the press conference outside was the top priority and he had to pay attention to it all the time in case anything unexpected happened. This was his main battlefield. If it was over here, no matter how powerful he was in the ghost realm, it would be of no avail.

Lai Shanchenggong was watching TV, waiting for Nanajo Masato to say those words.

"Please listen carefully, what Lai Shan Chenggong, Yamada Takashi and some WTV executives did was far more than just infringing on artists." On TV, Nanajo Masato said in a deep voice to the microphone:

"They control the promotion channels of all their artists and their future. After taming the artists, they will use their resources as bait to make them "voluntarily agree" to serve others. Among those clients, there are many big shots, including officials from various departments and parliamentarians! WTV has used this to build a huge network of relationships over the years, conduct money and power transactions, and continue to develop, and then slowly squeeze the Nanajo family out of the core circle.

...And the place where this dirty deal takes place is right here, in this WTV building, in a luxury suite between the 31st and 33rd floors!"

After Nanajo Masato finished speaking, the entire place fell into a dead silence, and then erupted with a noise like a tsunami.

"Mr. Nanajo! Are you able to take responsibility for what you said?!"

“Could you please reveal the names of some of the congressmen?”

"Excuse me, Mr. Nanajo, do you have the relevant evidence? Is the police ready to take action?"

"Big news, big news! Headquarters, headquarters! Did you hear it?"

The reporters finally went crazy. Their voices together formed a storm, causing the entire conference hall to be in chaos. No one could hear their own voices, so they could only continue to increase the volume. In this vicious cycle, the conference hall was drowned in noise and chaos.

"Ridiculous!" The station director stood up and shouted at the microphone that the reporters stuffed at him, his face flushed, "This is slander! It's complete slander! Don't you consider the impact on society when you say such things? Nanajo Masato! Take back those words, or I'm calling the police!" "Haha...did you say it again?" In the lounge, Lai Shanchenggong sneered. He took out his vibrating cell phone, took a look, then turned it off. He continued to lean on the sofa and murmured to Nanajo Masato on the screen, "You actually caused such a big mess, kid, do you know how many people you will offend this time? Can your family really protect you? I'm very curious~"

In the meeting, Shichijo Masato shouted into the microphone: "Quiet, everyone please be quiet!"

But it was no use. No one could hear each other's voices. Even the sound of the microphone was drowned out by the noisy sound.

The punk band nearby couldn't stand it anymore, so Locke picked up the electric guitar and nodded to the others.

“Yeah~~~~~~”

Even more shrill music vibrated out from the speakers, making everyone's eardrums pound and even making them feel the floor beneath their feet vibrate. It was no longer music but a huge noise.

Everyone present covered their ears and looked towards the stage, only to see Rock yelling into the microphone, "Rock the fuck out!" and raising the devil horns gesture.

Everyone was stunned by this meaningless action and fell silent, not knowing what was going on.

Nanajo Masato nodded to Locke: "Thank you."

Then he continued into the microphone: "Everyone, please be quiet and maintain order in the venue. I will be responsible for everything I say and I will answer all questions one by one... Please ask your questions, my journalist friend."

Shichijo Masato named a reporter with whom he had already communicated.

"Excuse me, Mr. Nanajo," the reporter asked, "do you have any evidence to prove this? I mean, besides the testimonies of some artists, do you have any other evidence?"

"Of course." Nanajo Masato said, "Before talking about this matter, I want everyone to recall an incident, a piece of news that happened two years ago but was buried... I wonder if everyone still remembers this, but two years ago, the newspaper published such a news? A private detective was shot dead in his own office. The final conclusion was that it was a burglary, and then it was left unresolved. The criminal has not been caught yet..."

While Shichijo Masato was still talking, everyone in the ghost realm was also working hard.

At the end of a sewer, Anna and King Kong walked to an exit despite the unpleasant smell. It was pitch black outside the fence of the exit and they didn't know what was behind it.

"We've reached the end." Anna said to King Kong, "Mr. Qian and that pervert from the Star Field made a big fuss and took away most of the power of the illusion. The formation also needs power to transform the illusion into a physical attack. So now, the illusion has temporarily neglected us. According to my divination, this should be the weakest point of the illusion. Come on, King Kong, use your greatest power to destroy this place, break the illusion, and find the node, so that we can stop the formation."

"Oh! Leave it to me!" King Kong licked his lips. His muscles were knotted all over, veins bulged on his head, and the Vajra warrior behind him seemed to burst out with a strong light. The tattoos looked vividly under the wriggling of his muscles, as if they were about to walk out of his back.

The Tarot card [Chariot] rose from King Kong's pocket and merged into his body, making him even more powerful, and a hot aura began to emanate from around his body, distorting the air.

"I'm going!" After the accumulated power reached its peak, King Kong roared and rushed towards the exit like a speeding train.

(End of this chapter)