Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 241 Sister-in-law's Transaction

In a suite at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

At this moment, Kyoko Sasaki was lying on the bed crying sadly.

"Since the company has decided, there's nothing we can do." Ishizawa Nako patted her back and comforted her, "You can't just quit. Fortunately, your department hasn't been laid off. Otherwise, why don't you just move to Tokyo? I'm here anyway, and I can keep you company."

"But I can't live here forever. How many years do I have to live here?" Sasaki Nozomi sat up straight and wiped her tears. She was wearing a suspender pajamas, and her curves without a bra were not sagging at all. "Rent in Tokyo is so expensive. My salary didn't increase after transferring here. I can't afford to spend money to live."

"Come to think of it, you've lived here for so long, eating and drinking here every day, and no one from the hotel has ever chased you away." Ishizawa Nako said in surprise, "Your brother-in-law is really powerful. Otherwise, you might as well live here forever."

"How can I do that? How can I take advantage of his friend like this? After all, this is a favor from him, and no matter how generous a favor is, it will eventually run out." Sasaki Noriko shook her head. "Besides, what if he asks me for money one day? I already owe the bank so much money, how can I afford to pay back such a huge sum of money?"

"Then you can use this to pay off your debt." Ishizawa Nako suddenly reached out and grabbed a piece of fat with her five fingers: "It's really fat, Xizi."

Kyoko Sasaki was attacked by surprise and her face turned red instantly. Her originally sad mood improved a lot. She grabbed a pillow and threw it hard at Nako Ishizawa.

"I told you not to do this, I told you not to do this."

"Oh, we're good sisters, so if a man gets you lucky in the future, what's wrong with me grabbing him? Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong.

After playing around for a while, the two of them lay side by side on the bed, both panting.

"Come with me to find a rental house in a couple of days." Sasaki Kyoko sighed and said softly, "We can only take it one step at a time."

"Yeah, okay." Ishizawa Nako turned over, propped up her head with one hand, and patted Sasaki Kyoko's little face with the other: "Think about what I said. What kind of love and affection are these days? They're all fake. With such good conditions, you should exchange them for some material security as soon as possible."

"I know, stop talking, please." Kyoko Sasaki let Nako Ishizawa pat her face, staring at the ceiling motionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly the phone next to my head rang.

Kyoko Sasaki took it and saw that the president had joined the company's group owner.

The information released made Kyoko Sasaki's face pale, without a trace of blood.

"What's wrong?" Ishizawa Nako looked at Kyoko Sasaki who was lying beside her in surprise.

no answer.

"What's wrong Talking Tooth?"

Still no answer.

"What's wrong? Don't scare me, Kiko. Tell me what's going on and we'll discuss it." Ishizawa Nako said in panic, hugging Kiko Sasaki.

"The president just announced that the company's losses have been too high in recent years, and they're going to lay off all departments outside of Tokyo." Sasaki Kyoko slowly sat up, her pupils dilated, her lips pale, and she trembled slightly as she spoke, "What should I do? What about my high mortgage? If I stop paying, the bank will take my house."

"What should I do? What should I do?" Kyoko Sasaki muttered to herself with dull eyes.

Ishizawa Nako looked at Kiko Sasaki's miserable appearance, patted her back, and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

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Fang Zuo looked at the bald old man's phone.

There were also interactive messages from his nominal sister-in-law, and then he looked at the bald old man.

"What? Isn't this business already mine? You still want to steal my things? You're really brave!"

A 'plop' sound.

The bald old man knelt on the ground, prostrating himself on the ground, his head covered in sweat, his whole body trembling, and kept shouting: "Sir, we thought we thought..."

"You thought I was dead? If I were dead, you could steal my things?" Fang Zuo frowned. "Fortunately, I'm not dead."

"We would rather die, we would rather die." The bald old man prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Don't worry about dying a thousand times. Go, go discuss with your boss how to compensate me for my losses." Fang Zuo frowned and said, "If I'm not satisfied with the plan you come up with, I'll go talk to your boss in person. Why worry about dying a thousand times? Dying once is enough."

"Yes, yes, yes." The bald old man nodded continuously.

"Also, check these two people for me." Fang Zuo waved his hand, and the Taoist priest in purple robes and the man in white suit appeared out of thin air, lifelike. "I want all the information about them."

This was the first time the bald old man saw Fang Zuo's methods.

This kind of magic that he had never seen before, this unknown field, made him even more frightened.

"Sir." The bald old man kowtowed and raised his head.

"Ok?"

"Can you give me your cell phone? I'll take a picture and record what's going on." The bald old man said in a trembling voice.

I don’t have the ability to make a 3D image at will.

Fang Zuo threw the phone away.

The bald old man quickly caught it and started filming with his mobile phone.

"Oh, by the way, the woman you asked to come to you on the phone is my nominal sister-in-law." Fang Zuo said lightly: "You are really brave."

The bald old man who was taking pictures with his mobile phone suddenly froze as if by a spell.

The shaking of my hands became more and more intense.

'Clap. '

The phone fell to the ground again.

"Sir." The bald old man was so frightened that he prostrated himself on the ground. His teeth were chattering and kept clacking against each other, making a chopping sound. "I really don't know!"

Ding dong.

At this time the doorbell rang.

"President," a nervous voice called out from outside, "It's me, Sasaki Kiko from the R&D department."

The door was not closed, but she didn't dare to enter rashly, so she could only stand outside the door.

Kiko Sasaki stood nervously at the door, her little face was burning hot, not to mention how red it was.

Encouraged by Ishizawa Nako, she finally plucked up the courage, suppressed her shame, and sent the text message.

When the president replied that it was a suite at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, she was stunned.

Their rooms are so close.

what does this mean?
And Ishizawa Nako excitedly pushed her.

Such a good opportunity, once lost, it will never come back.

Do you want your house to be taken away by the bank, and you and your family to sleep on the street with huge debts?

While she was still struggling desperately, Ishizawa Nako woke her up with a word.

then.

She gritted her teeth and wiped away her tears.

She is coming.

Kiko Sasaki stood at the door, holding the beige short windbreaker with both hands to wrap around her upper body, and her lower body was covered with plump legs wearing suspender black stockings.

The two white thighs look even softer between the stockings and the hem of the windbreaker.

This is the black lace stockings with suspenders that she bought for some reason but never wore.

Did you foresee that this day would come?
She called out to the president shamefully, her voice trembling and sharp, like a female cat courting a mate in the spring.

The bald old man was stunned when he heard this, and didn't dare to agree. He was so panicked that he danced with joy. He raised his head and looked at Fang Zuo pleadingly, wishing he could bang his head against the wall to prove his innocence.

Fang Zuo glanced and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

The bald old man widened his eyes and trembled all over, unable to believe it.

I was so excited after escaping death that I couldn't express it in words.

He nodded frantically, showing a grateful expression, and leaped forward.

He shrank his body, squeezed out from a small window next to the floor-to-ceiling window that was only opened 15 degrees, and then jumped from the building.

Fang clapped his hands left and right.

The room suddenly became dark.

"Come in." Fang Zuo said in a low voice.

"Hi!" Kiko Sasaki replied in a low voice.

The trembling throat made the response sound delicate and urgent.

It feels like I am the sushi on the plate.

You put yourself in the customer's mouth.

This made her face even hotter.

Kyoko Sasaki lowered her head, tightly grasped her camel-colored windbreaker with both hands, wrapped herself in it, and walked in.

"President of the company." Kiko Sasaki said in a low voice.

"Ms. Sasaki Kyoko, oh no, Mrs. Sasaki Kyoko. What do you want to talk to me about?"

The word 'Madam' was emphasized.

Is this a reminder that I'm married?
Kiko Sasaki was so humiliated that she almost wanted to run away.

But the president's voice made Kyoko Sasaki slightly stunned.

This voice is somewhat familiar.

She looked up slightly.

The room was too dark, with only a little moonlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading on the hotel carpet and reflecting in the room, making it impossible to see the president's face clearly.

But the figure and voice seem very young, not old at all.

so far so good!

This made Nozomi Sasaki feel relieved. No one wanted a white-haired old man to lie on top of them.

but.

If possible, it would be best to convince him so that he doesn't have to do anything.

Nozomi Sasaki held on to a glimmer of hope.

"President, I'm here hoping you won't lay off our department." Kyoko Sasaki said courageously.

"Oh? Why?"

"Because our department in the company has always been diligent and conscientious. We have never been late for a single day. The company can check the records, and we are always present even when working overtime." Kyoko Sasaki herself felt that the reason she gave was not convincing.

"What the company needs is a department that can generate profits. We are a business organization, not a charity. If all I can do is work diligently, I might as well hire dozens of cows and have them milk me."

Hearing the mocking voice from the other side, Kyoko Sasaki's face turned pale.

Do we really have to use such a shameful method?
"President, many of us still have mortgages and are supporting our elderly and children. If we lose our jobs, our entire family will be ruined." Kyoko Sasaki said gritting her teeth.

"What does that have to do with me? I have compensated you fully according to the law."

"Well, well." Sasaki Kyoko took a deep breath and said, "President, how can we avoid laying off our department?"

"It's simple, just make money for the company."

"Boss, can you please not lay me off?"

"Are you special? Or are you? Can you make money for the company?"

"I, I." Kiko Sasaki grabbed her windbreaker with both hands, struggling violently in her heart.

Do you want your whole family to sleep on the street?

Ishizawa Nako's words echoed in my ears.

Kiko Sasaki gritted her teeth and opened her camel windbreaker with both hands.

The windbreaker was not buttoned, and the small body huddled inside the windbreaker was immediately naked like a milk candy after unwrapping.

Sweet, white and smooth.

All I could see was a plump white body wearing a white lace bra.

The two arcs are just the right size.

Next is the waist, which is not thin but well-maintained.

Plump and soft.

The lace material of the thong is so transparent that you can see it clearly.

The hem of the pants is connected with suspenders that stretch the black stockings.

White lace on the upper body and black suspender stockings on the lower body, the black and white are clearly distinguished.

In the hazy moonlight, the white lace carries a hint of holiness.

The black suspender stockings wrapped around her white and plump legs, and as Kiko Sasaki breathed nervously, the semi-transparent black stockings stretched out gave off a faint oily sheen.

Such a conflicting beauty, but wearing a pair of crimson high heels.

It adds a touch of charm.

With a strong hint of meaning.

"Turn around." said the president.

Kiko Sasaki turned her body obediently.

Although her back was facing the president, the windbreaker gave her a greater sense of security.

"Lift up your windbreaker." The president's voice was expressionless. Sasaki Kyoko had already prepared herself mentally.

But I still feel a little ashamed when faced with such instructions.

She stretched her hands back tremblingly and lifted the hem of her windbreaker.

A black thong was tied between the two soft and plump buttocks.

Not so coincidental, but full of feminine charm
"What do you mean? Mrs. Sasaki, if you're using this body to try to change your position, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

The young president's indifferent words made Kyoko Sasaki, who was already shy and trembling slightly, even more frightened.

She lowered the hem of her windbreaker, turned around, and said tremblingly, "President, I...I don't understand."

"Do you know how many women I've been with? If you're just this body and can't offer anything that attracts me, I'm afraid you'll just walk away disappointed."

Hearing this, Kyoko Sasaki was stunned.

I thought of countless possibilities, how old the president was and how he abused me, but I never thought that the president simply disdained me.

"No? Then please go back, Mrs. Sasaki Kiko."

The disdainful tone of the president opposite made Kyoko Sasaki feel a little dissatisfied.

I remember Nako Ishizawa always joking about how fat and precious she was.

Sasaki Kiko said tremblingly: "Yes, President."

She walked over slowly, wearing red high heels, and couldn't help twisting her waist.

The plump white buttocks that belong to women drooped slightly, and the rhythmic steps of her high heels created ripples.

Kyoko Sasaki approached the young president and smelled his strong masculine scent.

This made her, who had been a widow for so many years, want to speak out.

Her petite body was only at the level of the president's chest.

She wanted to look up at the president's face, but his breath on her face, with a stronger masculine scent, made her feel hot.

He quickly lowered his head.

Her small hands grasped the president's arm, and the strong and fiery muscles made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Kyoko Sasaki gritted her teeth, pulled the president's arm down and pressed it towards herself.

"I'm different from those women, President."

She raised her head, her face flushed, tears in her eyes, and she uttered the last few words almost pleadingly.

“Try it.”

"Please."

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Inside a super luxurious yacht somewhere in Tokyo Bay.

A middle-aged man in golf sportswear was lying on the sofa in the yacht.

"What do you want from me? Don't you know I'm in the sea all night?" the middle-aged man asked angrily.

The bald old man from the Tokyo Imperial Hotel was kneeling respectfully in front of him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir." The bald old man knew that his master had this habit, but the situation was urgent, so he had to wait here for him to come back.

The bald old man told everything that had happened.

"What? He's not dead?" The middle-aged man stood up in shock and said, "Didn't the Shinto oracle say he was dead?"

"Not dead, sir." The bald old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The loss this time was huge. The sir asked us to pay compensation and he would not let us go until he was satisfied."

"Give compensation? Until he is satisfied?" The middle-aged man paced back and forth, thinking.

"Yes, that's what the gentleman said." The bald old man's head moved left and right following his master's steps.

The middle-aged man stopped and asked: "Is he injured?"

"You do look a little pale now," the bald old man recalled. "You've never been this pale before."

"That's good. He dared to assassinate a post-god from the Kingdom of God and then escaped back without getting hurt." The middle-aged man sneered, "Tell that 'master' that we will gather all the assets and give them to him. Give him a few days and we will hand them over to him once we are ready."

"Hi! I'll go count the assets now." The bald old man stood up and said.

"Asshole, what brains? How could we possibly give it to him? We have accumulated these things through years of hard work." After scolding him, the middle-aged man said sarcastically:

"A wounded assassin dares to threaten us? Then we will sell him for a good price. The demon tribe and the Shinto sect are all looking for him. We will sell him to whoever offers the highest price."

"Immediately inform the Demonic Tribe and the Shinto Cult that we know who the assassin is and where he is. Ask them to offer the highest price, and we'll give it to whoever offers the highest price."

"Or, I'll give it to both of them, huh, and you're still threatening us?"

The bald old man was frightened by the boss's plan, his face turned pale, and he stammered, "But if that master knew about it, sir..."

"How could he possibly know?" the middle-aged man laughed. "He probably thought we would honestly compensate him for all our assets."

"But I won't. Why should he?"

"The more powerful a person is, the more arrogant he is, and the more he thinks we dare not plot against him."

"But what he doesn't know is that countless heroes in history have died at the hands of people they considered to be insignificant."

"The Overlord of Western Chu, Guan Yu."

Outside the luxury yacht at this time.

A faint voice interrupted the middle-aged man's excitement.

"You fucking read Chinese history"

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

"Director, go back and rest. You haven't had a good sleep for five days."

"Yes, Director, we can't continue working like this."

The subordinates on duty tried to persuade Yingsora Kurumi.

"I know what I'm doing. Thank you everyone." Yingsong Kurumi forced a smile and thanked everyone.

Her little face looked extremely haggard, and the plump apple cheeks on her face seemed smaller.

At Sakura Kurumi's request, the driver drove her to the spiritual opposition meeting.

Sitting in the back seat, she looked out the window.

The sky gradually turns white, and Tokyo enters the early morning. The lover's life or death is uncertain, and my thoughts are in a tangled mess.

Come to the beautiful woman in the spiritual church.

Sakura Kurumi rang the doorbell.

"Yingkong Walnut Hall, you're here. The door is open. Come up." A lazy voice came from inside.

Yingkong Kurumi came to the second floor.

Mrs. Bai Huizi had just finished taking a bath and walked out of the bathroom with her white body splashing with water.

Without any hesitation, he was naked in front of Yingkong Kurumi.

Wear a white lace bra and cover it with a transparent silk blouse to make it appear faintly visible.

She bent down, put on a pair of red lace panties, and looked at Sakura Kurumi with her long hair draped over her shoulders.

Without makeup, she looked less seductive and more virtuous.

"Director Sakura Sora Kurumi, I'm sorry to have you come so early." Bai Huizi smiled apologetically, "It's because these matters cannot be entered into the files of the Security Bureau, only the files of the Spiritual Dissent Association."

"It's okay, Mrs. Bai Huizi." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "I'm working overtime and haven't had a break yet."

Bai Huizi looked at Yingkong Kurumi's haggard face and said with concern: "Please sit down and take care of yourself, Yingkong Kurumi, I see that you look very bad."

"I understand. May I ask what case Mrs. Baihuizi asked me to come here for?" Yingsong Kurumi sat down and took a sip of the tea handed to her by Baihuizi.

"You know that all the high-ranking Shinto priests in Tokyo are dead, right?" Bai Huizi said as she sat beside him.

"Yes."

"After the battle at Mount Fuji, Ashura's remaining soul disappeared, and so many priests died." Bai Huizi also took a sip of her tea and put it down, then continued, "Not only that, all the members of the Jiujiu sect in Tokyo are also dead."

"When did the Jiujiu sect also go to Mount Fuji?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned.

"They've always been like this, going wherever there's something to gain, but this time they've suffered a huge loss." Bai Huizi took out a document from her side and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi:

"This is the autopsy report from the Spiritual Dissent Society. Their souls were almost completely annihilated, their bodies intact, without even a scratch. Their deaths were identical to those of the priests."

"Although it took quite a while, we suspect it was the remnant spirit of Asura who did it."

"The Emperor and the Reiwa Society both hope that you can find Ashura's remaining soul. I believe that Shintoism has also made a request to you."

Sakura Kurumi nodded.

"That's easy. If you find any clues, I hope you can send a copy here." Bai Huizi said.

"I understand." Sakura Kurumi nodded.

When Baihuizi was about to say something.

Sakura Kurumi's cell phone rang.

Yingkong Kurumi took out her cell phone and walked aside.

Bai Huizi looked at the beautiful Yingkong Kurumi Hall Manager, answered the phone, and listened to the voice on the other end of the phone.

The haggard little face suddenly bloomed with radiance, and a pair of tired eyes suddenly became bright.

"Mrs. Baihuizi, please send me a message if you have anything. I have to leave urgently." After saying that, Yingkong Kurumi couldn't wait for Baihuizi to speak, pushed open the glass door, and flipped down from the second-floor balcony.

Leaving Baihuizi stunned.

What happened to the always cool and elegant Yingkong Kurumi?
Such a gaffe.

Sakura Kurumi sprinted out of the royal palace.

Arriving at Main Street
It was just dawn and there were few people on the street.

There were no taxis in sight.

A Panamera drove over, and Yingkong Walnut did a beautiful somersault and stopped the Panamera.

A handsome man rolled down the car window in surprise: "Isn't this our beautiful Yingkong Kurumi Hall?"

Yingkong Kurumi frowned, not remembering who this man was.

No matter who he is.

She took out her work ID and symbolically displayed it. Without waiting for him to see it clearly, she reached through the car window, opened the door from the inside and said, "I am Sakura Sora Kurumi, Director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I am now requisitioning your car in the name of the government."

"Huh? But..." The man looked dazed and was about to speak.

"Come down." Yingkong Kurumi pulled the man down impatiently.

She jumped into the driver's cab, closed the door, ignored the handsome man, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The man was left disheveled and confused in the wind.

The call I just received was from the telecommunications company.

The telecommunications company staff said that Fang Zuo's phone number started receiving signals somewhere in Tokyo.

Yingkong Kurumi's heart was beating wildly, and she stepped on the accelerator to the limit.

The engine tachometer climbed wildly.

Panamera roared and sprinted forward rapidly.

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Kiko Sasaki was lying on the carpet in a sprawling position.

He was unconscious for a long time before waking up.

It took a long time before he could move his fingers. Then he rubbed the pockets of his windbreaker that were scattered beside him, took out his cell phone, struggled to open his eyelids, and called Ishizawa Nako.

Ishizawa Nako, who had been worried about her, did not return.

After saying hello to her husband, she stayed in the suite of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, staying awake all night, glued to her phone.

When you hear the phone call, answer it immediately.

"Come pick me up." Kiko Sasaki's weakness could be heard from the other end of the phone.

It took so long to call.

Can you do it for so long?
Is this still a normal person?
That old president, is he a pervert who likes to torture people?

Ishizawa Nako hurried over.

I was shocked to see Kiko Sasaki lying on a stained carpet.

Thank you all

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