Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 108 Black Bible

Chapter 108 Black Bible
Fang Zuo got off the Shinkansen and arrived at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Still in that large executive suite.

The bald old man was lying on the two naked women as usual, playing PS games, with red wine and fruits beside him.

The surprise this time was not the two young girls from last time, but two mature women.

Although she has a good appearance, she still has charm.

But it was so cooked that its belly drooped.

"What do you want me to do, sir?" When the bald old man saw Fang Zuo standing at the door, he quickly threw the handle aside.

He stood up, lowered his arms, and bowed respectfully.

At first, the two mature women under him were at a loss, but fortunately they were well trained. When they saw their master in this posture, they hurriedly lay on the ground and dared not look up.

"He has a wide range of interests and a rich taste." Fang Zuo walked in.

"Excuse me, sir. It's just a little hobby." The bald old man said with a smile.

Fang Zuo originally wanted to sit on the sofa as usual, but when he looked at it, he felt it was a bit dirty.

Just standing straight in front of the bald old man.

This abnormal behavior.

Instead, the bald old man was frightened and trembled all over, thinking that he had done something wrong again.

The black heart inside the clothes was beating rapidly, and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Fang Zuo looked at the dense beads of sweat on the bald old man's head in surprise.

Are you so scary?
"Two things."

"First, regarding the incident in the southern waters of Hokkaido, I need you to thoroughly investigate the inside story, focusing on Shintoism, including all relevant information about them."

"The second thing is, will you accept this?"

Fang Zuo took out a crystal clear crystal and held it in his palm. There were mysterious lines inside, and it was still rotating.

Suddenly the whole room was filled with a sacred atmosphere.

This is the smallest of the imprints of heaven and earth left behind after the spirit souls of the righteous gods were stripped away.

"This, this is, it's divine," the bald old man stuttered, his words were not even steady.

His throat trembled and he swallowed several times to calm himself down.

Only then did he dare to stretch out his trembling hands and slowly take it from Fang Zuo's hand.

Look carefully, stroke and feel slowly, not daring to miss even a tiny bit.

"Will you accept it?" Fang Zuo frowned.

Real ink.

"Collect, collect, collect, collect!" The bald old man shouted "Collect" several times, his eyes still staring at the crystal.

The excited expression on his face was like a desperate gambler staring at a huge lottery ticket.

His eyes are frighteningly red.

“Is this thing valuable enough?”

“Enough, enough, enough!”

"Then give me some change. As usual, give me US dollars."

The bald old man fell to the ground with a thud, his expression extremely grim. "Sir, can we use real estate? We don't have enough cash."

"Okay, bring over as much cash as you have." Fang Zuo nodded: "Get ready, I'll come get it."

Seeing the old man nodding repeatedly on the ground, Fang Zuo turned around and walked out without saying anything.

When he reached the door, Fang Zuo suddenly thought of something and turned around.

"Put a new sofa here. I don't want to have to stand next time."

The bald old man was stunned, turned around and looked at the sofa, and then understood something.

I was scared to death by the feeling.

He stood up and kicked the two mature women in the vagina.

The two of them were kicked so hard that they cried out to their master in grievance.

"Who told you two to dirty the sofa with your hooves? You scared me half to death."

He lowered his head and looked at the crystal in his hand again, trembling with excitement again.

Although no one knows where this gentleman got the divine mark, it is what everyone dreams of.

No.

It's something I wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The bald old man excitedly raised his still trembling hand, took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

After the announcement, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Boss?" The bald old man was confused.

There was a sound of something falling from the other end of the phone, followed by a hoarse voice.

"Not long ago, I received news that more than ten Shinto gods were annihilated, and shrines throughout Japan were shaken."

"What you mean is..." The bald old man sat down on the sofa.

"Regardless of whether he did it or not, we still have to stick to the old rules. We need to maintain our friendship. You can offend me but not him." The person on the other end of the line said firmly, "We previously revealed our secrets to the Demon Tribe. We can no longer do that. Even if someone comes and kills us, we can't say a word."

“Then this thing.”

"Baga, you're still asking this! Hurry and send it to me, right now! You have to deliver it personally. With this, I can reach the next level."

Shinjuku's Kabukicho is unusually deserted during the day, just like any other shopping district.

Fang turned left and came to Xinrong Planning.

The cat cafe was surprisingly closed.

There was a sign hanging at the door: The store is undergoing major cleaning and will be closed for one day.

Fang Zuo walked in.

Kawano Ayaka was cleaning the store alone.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved vest with one button on her chest undone.

Super short denim shorts.

Revealing a slender waist and a pair of beautiful legs as delicate and smooth as white porcelain.

Occasionally, when she bent over, the small piece of white and soft buttocks flesh came out.

No shoes.

A pair of white stockings wrapped around the feet and calves, stepping on the wet floor.

The rustling sound of stockings
He Zhi Cai was holding a water gun and constantly spraying the floor, with a mop next to her.

As the water gun moved around.

Water splashed everywhere.

He Zhi Cai's hair was wet and her whole body was covered with water stains.

The white vest was also wet, becoming gradually transparent, sticking tightly to the skin, vaguely revealing the porcelain-white skin and the two small but plump and trembling soft breasts.

Seeing Fang Zuo suddenly coming, He Zhicai suddenly cried out.

"oops."

Turn off the water gun quickly.

Hide behind the counter.

He lowered his head and hugged his small body.

Fang Zuo was confused as to why everyone was so scared of him today.

Following in, stepping on the water.

He Zhi Cai was sitting in an armchair with her back facing him, her long legs bent, and her small feet resting on the chair.

The little body was trembling slightly and cutely.

Fang Zuo held her shoulders and gently pulled her over.

I saw the jade feet stepping on the chair, tightly wrapped in white stockings, slender enough to be held in one hand.

Feeling that Fang Zuo was looking at her, He Zhicai hurriedly covered her eyes shyly.

"Don't look, you're shy." He Zhicai's little face turned red as if blood was dripping out.

Fang Zuo picked up He Zhicai and sat her in his arms.

He naturally grabbed a white foot and started pinching it.

With a wet touch.

Still plump and tender, as soft as if it has no bones.

After just a few strokes, the cold feeling in my hands warmed up.

It looks smoother and softer.

He Zhicai hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck.

Even the little ears turned red.

Suddenly, he mustered up the courage and pecked Fang Zuo lightly on the cheek.

Little Face was about to leave.

"That's not how kissing works."

Fang Zuo didn't let her go, and his strong breath pressed on her soft little mouth.

He Zhi Caihe grasped Fang Zuo's shirt tightly with both hands.

Unconsciously spit out the pink and let Fang Zuo tease.

The kiss made He Zhi Cai hold her breath and almost suffocate.

My whole body was shaking.

The two fox tails behind him swished away, and he could no longer hide himself and appeared.

Fang Zuo let her go.

He still couldn't let go of her delicate little feet wrapped in white silk.

"Where are the two of them?"

He Zhi Cai's eyes were still in a daze, and she said "Hmm?" foolishly.

Only then did he react.

The little head burrowed into the man's arms and rubbed against him.

"They took the kids to the underground garage to clean up the environment, saying that it was the big supermarket you mentioned."

Such quick movements.

Fang Zuo was stunned.

"So where do all these people sleep at night?"

"There are enough rooms upstairs. Several people can sleep on the tatami mats in one room. It's much better than our previous conditions."

"I'll give you the empty store next door later." Fang Zuo said as he took out a card containing the revenue transfer of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel.

"Give this to them to use for decoration and purchasing goods."

He Zhi Caihe accepted it obediently.

"Can you use the computer to pay the bill?"

"Yeah, I got it. It turns out to be quite simple, much simpler than doing my accounting." He Zhicai smiled sweetly.

"Great." Fang Zuo patted her little head.

"Are you leaving?" He Zhicai suddenly said in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"No, yes." He Zhicai shook her little head.

"Do you want me to leave or not?" Fang Zuo pinched He Zhicai's little face with his other free hand.

"Don't go." She hooked her arms around Fang Zuo's neck and kissed him again: "I want this too."

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Reina Morisawa was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the messages on the iPad.

The bullet passed through his shoulder accurately, leaving only a bloody hole.

It was also a gamble with my life, but it was a good bet.

The wound has slowly begun to heal.

In a few days, I will be able to be discharged from the hospital and finish the rest of the things.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." said Rena Morisawa.

An old man came in and talked in detail about what happened not long ago.

Then he retreated respectfully.

The seventh-generation wife in front of them was simply incomprehensible to these old subordinates.

He silently and rapidly improved the strength of the five of them. He then decisively mobilized the remaining forces to set up this ambush.

Now it seems very successful.

Except for a few diehards, people in Kansai were spreading the word that it was Rena Morisawa's conspiracy.

But they were already doomed.

The situation is under your control.

After hearing the old man's report, Rena Morisawa flipped the tablet with satisfaction.

Various apps in the tablet, as reported in the news.

Kim Mi-jung's army of Korean self-media has begun to vividly describe Japan's century-long gang history.

Several popular bloggers made detailed videos.

He brought out various data and evidence and introduced the history and current situation of Japanese gangs in an orderly manner.

[Shocking! The Yamaguchi-gumi isn't Japan's top mafia organization?]

[The disappearance of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the rise of the Sumiyoshi-kai! ]

How much do you know about Tokyo's top gang, the Sumiyoshi-kai?

[The Yamaguchi-gumi's downfall and the Sumiyoshi-kai's dream of unifying Japan!]

[The Kanto and Kansai gangs clash, ending with Kansai's defeat! ]

【The Yamaguchi-gumi's final battle! The end of an era!】

And those Japanese self-media are also continuing to repost the news.

It can be predicted that this wave of popularity will quickly rise and attract widespread attention from the entire society.

Especially Tokyo.

Before I recover.

The high attention from the government, media and the public will cause the Sumiyoshi-kai to be in a long-term state of decline in Tokyo.

Moreover, the suspicions of the subordinates in the Yamaguchi-gumi will become less and less, and people's hearts will gradually lean towards him.

Reina Morisawa was very satisfied.

His ally Jin Meiting is really a powerful woman.

But this situation happened in just a few days.

of course.

Only that powerful man can control it.

Aren't I the same?

if it is possible.

Two women whose ambition is above all else, neither of them is willing to crawl at the feet of the same man.

but.

I didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance or calculation.

I guess it’s the same for Jin Meiting.

Think of that man.

The strong feeling of emptiness makes Rena Morisawa look forward to meeting a man again.

Looking forward to being crushed and filled.

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In the House of Representatives.

The Prime Minister looked at the stunning woman opposite him.

Invincible figure.

Delicate face.

How many people in the political arena want to possess her, openly or secretly.

The prices quoted are astronomical.

And this woman is as beautiful as ever.

No.

More and more beautiful.

Looking at the full and exaggerated curves swaying in the white sweater opposite.

The Prime Minister was slightly distracted.

Shiraishi Nagihiru gestured.

The pair of huge things inside the white shirt on the chest shook violently with the rise and fall of breath, showing their elasticity.

The last second she was hiding in the bathroom, sending a sweet voice to Fang Zuo on her cell phone.

The next second she was standing at the questioning desk, questioning the Prime Minister and cabinet members in a clear and passionate voice.

"Mr. Prime Minister, I completely disagree with your defense."

"As the figures in the report I submitted above show, under your administration and your cabinet, inflation has skyrocketed and unemployment has continued to rise in recent years."

"My constituents are facing the most unequal treatment and poverty ever, especially young voters, who can't even get a normal job opportunity."

"Amidst this unemployment rate, there are nearly a thousand new AIDS cases and a 20 percent increase in female STD cases in Tokyo."

"What's even more outrageous is that the high temperatures this month have killed hundreds of people in Tokyo alone."

"On behalf of the people, I want to ask, what exactly are you doing? Is it just for show and to use taxpayers' money to improve military equipment?"

"Knock, knock, knock." The Speaker banged the gavel. "Mr. Prime Minister, it's your turn to speak."

Abe Noja looked at Shiraishi Nagiko on the stage with great admiration.

You don’t need to look at the polls to know that Shiraishi Nagimitsu’s questioning is very effective.

The people in front of the TV are probably applauding enthusiastically.

Abe Nojaku thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out who the powerful figure behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu was.
Her family has fallen on hard times.

There were no obvious signals from other Onmyoji families to support her.

What's more, her policy has always been to weaken the Onmyoji family.

Who is this powerful person?

It is clear.

The two groups of ninjas sent to find out the news died before they could even send out a warning message.

Abe no Suzu decisively stopped the dispatch.

There's no point in taking any further risks without figuring out who it is.

Fortunately, I didn’t harbor any ill intentions at the beach villa that day.

Even though he teased her later, he was the one who suffered the loss and could only let her go with a helpless smile.

It would be great if this woman could unite with me.

Abe Nojaku looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu confidently.

No matter how much better she becomes.

The position of Prime Minister is his own.

I really need her to assist me.

We can only use some other methods to make Shiraishi Nagimitsu give up.

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Fang Zuo bid farewell to He Zhicai and came to Tokyo Women's University.

The little girl was dazed by the kiss.

Only when the cat girl sisters came back did she shyly pretend nothing happened and pushed herself away.

Fang Zuo stood at the highest point of the Women's University.

On the flat roof of the teaching building.

Meditate and regulate your breathing.

Breathing in and out spiritual energy that is slightly thicker than before.

From time to time, he expanded his spiritual sense to find out everything about the school.

Only after refining ten broken souls did he dare to occasionally spend his spiritual power so extravagantly.

In that old women's dormitory.

The girls were playing games, watching videos, video chatting, and doing homework.

There's nothing particularly unusual about it.

There are many unfamiliar faces of teachers on the floor of the teachers' dormitory.

Fang Zuo didn't know who it was.

After a quick glance, there was nothing unusual.

Nagano Rei was in a single-person dormitory, wearing a large T-shirt and pure white panties.

Expose these two round long legs.

I don't know who I'm talking to on the phone.

"I understand. Don't worry. I have enough money."

"I know. Please thank Uncle Akagi for introducing this job to me. I will work hard."

"Yeah, but I will definitely participate in this martial arts tournament. The prize money is huge."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Not many people are learning martial arts these days, and the rent for a dojo is expensive. It's hard to run. I understand."

"I didn't do the underground boxing. Don't listen to what my brother said. Nowadays, the underground boxing is not allowed to use spiritual power. It's all brute force. I can't beat those demon tribes even if I go."

"I know, I know, don't worry."

"Ok."

After saying that, Nagano Rei hung up the phone and sighed again.

Made another call:
"Hello, are you looking for a physical education tutor online? I'm a teacher at Tokyo Women's University."

"Yes, I'm a freshman teacher."

"I teach physical education. I teach karate and judo. Oh, baseball? I know baseball."

"I have no trophies or sports certificates, but..."

beep.

Before Nagano Rei could finish her words, the call was hung up.

She scrunched her face in anger and waved her fist in the air.

Then he became dejected.

While looking at the recruitment information on the tablet, he continued to make the next call.

Fang Zuo shook his head.

Such a talented martial arts woman can't even find a part-time job now.

No wonder.

These people will not be allowed to appear in any officially broadcast TV sports programs or games.

The greatest commercial value comes from these programs.

Even fewer families would let their children actually learn martial arts and endure the hardships.

In modern society.

The status of these martial arts masters is not only far inferior to that of Onmyoji, but even lower than that of some physical education students with certificates.

Fang Zuo’s spiritual thoughts expanded.

In another single dormitory not far away.

Momoki Kanona was wearing a black suspender skirt, lifting her snow-white legs to exercise her leg lines.

While flipping through the thick book in his hand.

As she lifted her legs, her skirt slipped down from time to time.

Revealing cute pink strawberry panties.

And a small piece of white and tender buttocks.

A pink bow was tied at the edge of the panties.

Everything is normal.

There doesn't seem to be anything noteworthy.

Fang Zuo's mind was about to retreat.

Suddenly I noticed something on the desk in the distance that looked very familiar to me.