Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 242 The Reunion of Women

Ishizawa Nako came to the suite.

The door was ajar.

Fortunately, although this is not the most luxurious hotel in Japan, it is definitely the safest hotel.

After entering.

I saw that Kyoko Sasaki's white, soft and plump body was covered with bruises.

Lying on the stained carpet.

His eyes were slightly open, still with a dazed expression.

Clothes and bras were scattered on the ground.

The lace thong was also torn.

Ishizawa Nako covered her mouth and said in surprise and anger: "He abused you?"

I saw Kiko Sasaki still lying limply and powerlessly.

He quickly ran over and squatted beside Kiko Sasaki.

Only then did I realize that the gray carpet that looked stained was actually soaked, which created the color contrast.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have encouraged you, that bastard. How dare he do that?! I'm sorry, Kiko, did he hit you?" Ishizawa Nako looked over Kiko Sasaki's body apologetically, trying to see if there were any other signs of abuse.

The little hands moved, touching, grabbing and kneading Kiko Sasaki's body, and moving her legs apart.

Ishizawa Nako breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no other scars, only bruises on the knees and five-finger marks on various parts of the body.

But Kyoko Sasaki next to her seemed to be feeling increasingly unwell as she moved her hands around. Suddenly, she shuddered violently, shaking as if she had the hiccups.

Her beautiful eyes were blank for a moment and then closed tightly.

Ishizawa Nako already has a child. As someone who has experienced this, how can I not know what is going on with her now?

Since there are no other scars on the body, that's what I guessed.

But this is a bit too exaggerated.

Just by turning over a little, he triggered the memory of Kyoko Sasaki's body last night.

A wave of aftermath immediately arose.

Ishizawa Nako covered her mouth in surprise and giggled.

"How powerful is that president? Not only did he take so long, but he also made you suffer like this." Nako Ishizawa gently helped Kyoko Sasaki sit on the sofa.

Seeing how weak her limbs were and how she didn't even have the strength to speak, he quickly picked up the windbreaker and helped her put it on.

I accidentally stepped on the wet and slippery carpet and almost fell.

"Why is it so wet here?" Ishizawa Nako lowered her head in surprise. When she looked up, she saw Kiko Sasaki turning her head away and not daring to look at her. Her neck was red and she giggled.

Then he picked up her red high heels with one hand, held her arm with the other, supported her weak body, and walked towards her room in the hotel.

Tokyo Bay in the distance.

Inside a huge luxury yacht.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The middle-aged man stared outside the cabin.

The bald old man was crawling on the ground and trembling.

Fang Zuo slowly walked in, looked the yacht up and down, and said calmly, "I didn't realize you were such a scholar. Oh no, a bookworm. What? Are you going to rebel just because you read a few books on Chinese history?"

The middle-aged man stared at Fang Zuo, his pupils shrinking into two slits: "How did you find this place?"

"He brought me here." Fang Zuo raised his chin and looked at the bald old man crawling on the ground.

The moment he let the bald old man escape, he separated a wisp of his soul and attached it to the bald old man.

The information Fang Zuo received from the purple-robed Taoist priest made him decide that he must develop some sources of information of his own.

As for the compensation they initially asked for, that was just an excuse.

It doesn’t matter whether there is compensation or not. The main thing is to find the person behind Japan’s largest contingency plan agency.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the bald old man who was still lying on the ground and scolded him, "Trash."

"Since you have come here, this is our fault. We will immediately prepare the compensation and give it to you. We have had a good cooperation in the past, and we hope to continue to do so."

"Are you stupid or am I?" Fang Zuo smiled and said, "And then let the demon tribe and Shintoism find me? Haven't you thought that if I kill you, everything will be mine."

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zuo's pale face and knew that it would not end well.

But since this man returned from the Kingdom of God seriously injured, it is still unknown whether he was just bluffing.

With a loud shout, he suddenly attacked: "Kill."

The aura of his whole body rose rapidly, demonic power filled the air, and he looked like he was ready to fight to the death.

He raised his hand.

Seven water jets appeared out of thin air, carrying a strong force of water, and shot rapidly towards Fang Zuo.

But he stomped his foot on the spot.

There was a loud bang.

The bottom of the luxury yacht was suddenly broken and sea water rushed in.

The moment the middle-aged man touched the sea water, his body instantly became transparent.

With a "splash", his body turned into a puddle of water and scattered in the sea, disappearing.

He just acted with great vigor and wanted to fight to the death, but in fact, it was just to confuse Fang Zuo into escaping.

Fang Zuo threw a punch.

A faint black light enveloped the fist.

The energy brought out offsets the six water columns.

The divine consciousness expanded, searching for the middle-aged man's trace.

The aura of this middle-aged man was completely integrated into the sea. He was indeed a water-type monster. Unless one was at my level, almost no one could catch him in the sea.

No wonder he is so successful among so many forces in Japan, selling intelligence to everyone and not afraid of anyone, but these Japanese forces just can't do anything to him.

This guy is also smart. He never leaves the seaside and can easily escape even if surrounded by many forces.

The moment the middle-aged man dived into the sea, he had already gone thousands of meters away with the undercurrent and escaped to a certain sea area.

Although Fang Zuo's soul was extremely weak, he could only use it by force, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged man moved quickly through the sea.

Suddenly, a powerful pressure from heaven and earth imprisoned this piece of water.

Then the sea water split into two sides and retreated rapidly, revealing the seabed.

The middle-aged man stood on the seabed, looking up at Fang Zuo who was standing above him.

A look of panic appeared on his face.

Unexpectedly, this man was stronger than expected. Even though he had escaped into the sea, he was still found by him.

"Why do you have to force me so hard?" the middle-aged man shouted.

There was no response, and everything went dark before my eyes, as I was under the spiritual pressure of heaven and earth.

A large golden hand held him down firmly.

The middle-aged man struggled continuously in the gradually shrinking golden hand, with a cruel look in his eyes. His body shape changed, revealing his true form.

A huge python with seven heads appeared in the golden hand.

Stretch out all your big golden hands.

A body of more than ten meters long, with bared fangs and claws.

Its body is covered with iron-blue scales.

The huge snake's tail slapped the golden hand with force.

The seven heads shook and turned at the same time, spewing out poison, water, smoke, fire, and wind, which hit the golden hand.

The magical power was like a pillar, lasting for a few moments, and then the golden hand collapsed.

The giant seven-headed python broke free from the golden hand and stood up tall.

There was a head next to it, which had been chopped off by some unknown means.

A lump has grown back, but it has not grown completely. It is covered with dense granulations and looks a bit disgusting.

The giant python spit out its tongue, and its fourteen cold eyes stared at Fang Zuo in the air.

"Xiangliu?" Fang Zuo frowned.

Isn’t this an ancient monster recorded in ancient books?
This is the first time I've seen a yokai with a physical prototype in Japan.

But it looks so familiar, it is clearly not a native creature of Japan.

"No, it's not Xiangliu's original body." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "It's missing two heads, but it still has Xiangliu's blood. Why are you here?"

"So you are a powerful being from my homeland." Xiangliu's huge snake body flipped, and his seven heads kept shaking, uttering a overlapping voice: "I know your realm is high, but you are injured, and we are still in the sea. I have an inexhaustible supply of water power."

"You want to hunt me down? That's impossible. We don't have any deep hatred. Why don't we reconcile and have a good talk?"

He even brought up conditions.

Fang Zuo sneered.

Without saying much, a plain wooden sword scabbard slowly rose from behind him and pointed at Xiangliu in the distance.

Xiangliu, whose aura was locked, felt the terrifying power of the wooden scabbard and roared, "Sir, are you really planning to fight to the death?"

Fang Zuo said calmly, "You are so bluffing, are you going to run away again?"

Although this guy has the blood of an ancient monster, his escaping nature has nothing to do with ancient monsters.

The scene immediately became silent.

After his thoughts were exposed, Xiangliu finally gave up the idea of escaping.

Seven giant pythons opened their bloody mouths, revealing fourteen fangs that gleamed coldly.

After accumulating strength, they retreated and then rushed forward together towards Fang Zuo.

Seven ferocious big mouths spit out seven-colored light.

Fang Zuo looked at the seven beams of light derived from the magical powers, which were rushing towards him with the colors of various powers themselves, and were quite powerful.

I don't want to waste my already weak soul.

Wave your hand.

The small wooden scabbard slowly stabbed downwards.

His whole body was filled with various Taoist powers.

The power of thousands of years of incense offerings at the Yellow Emperor Temple.

Thousands of years of wood element power.

The power of the nine-day thunder tribulation.

It was then refined by the sword immortal into his own innate sword power.

They combined together so perfectly and collided with the seven light pillars derived from Xiangliu's magical powers.

It was like a heavy truck with 22 wheels and weighing dozens of tons crashing into a convoy of bicycles.

I saw seven magical light beams splashing in all directions and dissipating.

Xiangliu's seven heads desperately urged the demon pill in his body to press against the wooden scabbard, but his fourteen eyes kept flashing, and no one knew what he was paying attention to.

Fang Zuo watched the wooden scabbard approaching and waved his hand again.

My spirit is temporarily weak now and I don’t want to consume too much energy.

A small black banner flew out of his hand and flew high in the sky. The banner was filled with black air and shone brightly.

The black light emitted quickly covered the space below, sealing the water power around it.

The power of this small banner in his hand was exactly the same as that in the hand of the Taoist priest in the white suit, the difference was like heaven and earth.

"Why do you have to deceive me so hard?" Xiangliu felt the water power around him being isolated, and his plan to escape was completely shattered. While urging the demon pill to resist, he pleaded, "You and I are both from the hometown, we are both fellow villagers. When fellow villagers meet, why do you have to do this?"

Fang Zuo sneered, "You were the one who wanted to stab me in the back first."

"I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. From now on, whatever you say is what I will do. From now on, you are my boss, and all the businesses that I have painstakingly built up over the years will belong to you. How about it?" Xiangliu pleaded as he watched the wooden scabbard getting closer and closer. No matter how much he urged the demon pill, he could not slow down the speed of the wooden scabbard at all.

Fang Zuo said nothing more and waved his hand.

The wooden scabbard suddenly accelerated, leaving a trail of afterimage and piercing straight towards Xiangliu.

A huge noise was heard throughout the high seas of Japan.

Deep ravines appeared in the sea, and sea water poured back into them.

The giant luxury yacht in Tokyo Bay has tilted sideways due to taking on water, and it is likely to sink soon.

The bald old man still knelt obediently there, not daring to move.

"You're quite interesting." Fang Zuo walked in. "It's been such a long time, why didn't you run away?"

"Sir, I dare not." The bald old man trembled and said, "If I run away, I will die if you win, and I will die too if the boss wins. It's better to stay here and wait for your punishment."

"You do have some survival instinct." Fang Zuo smiled and reached out to explore his soul.

A divine thought locked the bald old man's soul, and in an instant his soul would be shattered.

Fang Zuo said, "When you go back, everything will be as usual. I will have someone come to find you. You will assist her in taking over everything in your organization. From now on, she will be your boss. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The bald old man nodded, his expression finally relaxed a lot: "But sir, there are several elders in the organization who are as powerful as me, I am afraid..." "Don't worry, the person who comes is enough to suppress them. If you don't obey, you will die!"

Fang Zuo walked out of the yacht and stepped onto the shore of Tokyo Bay.

On a whim, I seemed to sense something.

Looking into the distance.

I saw a young woman dressed in a uniform: a white shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, a pair of black stockings that were a little worn, and a pair of high heels.

Looking around for something.

Her hair was disheveled, with beads of sweat on her forehead dampening some of her bangs.

Haggard face, anxious expression.

Judging from his bare feet with worn stockings and his dusty appearance, he had traveled a lot.

After knowing that the signal appeared in Tokyo Bay, Sakura Kurumi drove the requisitioned Panamera and quickly arrived here by stepping on the accelerator.

But we searched all morning long in Tokyo Bay but couldn't find it.

Tokyo Bay is so big that finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, as long as there is a little hope, she doesn't want to give up.

Sakura Kurumi slowed down in frustration, took off her high heels and put them back on.

The sea surface of Tokyo Bay is azure blue, with white sailboats, seagulls flying, and the sea breeze blowing.

Her pleated skirt and hair were constantly fluttering up and down in the sea breeze.

As gentle as the man's big hand.

Where are you?
Sakura Kurumi's beautiful eyes were a little blurry, and her legs were so sore that they were numb.

Until I noticed a man in the distance looking at me with a smile.

The sun was high behind him.

The sunlight made his whole body glow with golden light.

Is it an illusion?

Sakura Kurumi rubbed her eyes.

"Sakura Sora Walnut Hall Manager." The man waved his hand and said with a smile, "Long time no see!"

Yingkong Kurumi was stunned on the spot.

The little head went blank.

A string of small pearls slid down the pale face.

Her lower lip, which was not covered with lipstick, was bitten and bloody.

She kicked the high heels one by one, sending them flying far away.

She ran towards the man barefoot, pulling up her skirt like crazy.

Then she slammed heavily into the man's arms.

She hooked her arms around the man's neck and her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

Like countless times before, a koala hung on him.

He burst into tears with a loud "Wow".

I cried heartbreakingly.

Cry without restraint.

I felt so wronged that I couldn't say anything and could only cry uncontrollably.

The sea breeze is still blowing gently.

Seagulls are circling in the sky.

There were more and more people walking along the shore of Tokyo Bay.

As they passed by, they all glanced sideways at the couple sitting on the shore and cast their blessings over to them.

The woman fell asleep in the man's arms.

There were crystal tears on her face.

Occasionally, her little nose wrinkled, as if she had dreamed of something, and she sobbed.

The man's big hands patted the woman's back rhythmically and gently, as if coaxing a baby to sleep.

The two of them just hugged each other blankly.

I don’t know exactly how long it took, I only know that the sun moved from east to west.

The two people in the sunset hugged each other, facing the sunshine, stretching their figures.

It seemed as if there were only the two of them on the long coastline.

Sakura Kurumi slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at the man who had frightened her these days.

As if wanting to confirm if it was him.

She stretched out her little hand and stroked his forehead, his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, and finally fell on his chest.

The temperature of the forehead is just like his temperature.

His eyebrows are thick and tough, just like his temper.

His nose is high and strong, just like his personality.

Their lips pressed together, thick as his embrace.

She twisted her waist and moved her plump buttocks in the man's big hands to a more comfortable position.

"Bad guy?"

"Ok?"

"Are you tired of holding me for so long?"

"Not tired."

"Are you hurt?"

"Ah."

Yingkong Kurumi fell silent after hearing this.

"Will you take me back to China?"

"You don't want to be the director of the hall anymore? Such a prestigious position."

"No more."

"Are you so worried that something might happen to me?"

"Um"

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."

"I know, but I'm just worried, especially after you lost contact." Yingkong Hutao suddenly remembered something, grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand, and bit it hard with her little mouth: "Where's your phone? Why can't I get through and the signal is gone?"

"It seems to be broken." Fang Zuo took it out and took a look.

The computer won't turn on.

It seemed that the moment the wooden scabbard came back, the fluctuation in space damaged the phone.

"I've been worried about you these days. The oracle from Shintoism said you were dead." Yingkong Kurumi grabbed the man's big hand and stroked the teeth marks from her mouth with heartache.

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to die." Fang Zuo rubbed Yingkong Hutao's plump buttocks vigorously. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight: "Have you not eaten well these days?"

"Well, I don't want to eat." Yingkong Kurumi said.

"You didn't sleep well either? You have such heavy dark circles under your eyes."

"Ah, is there?" Yingkong Kurumi quickly took out her phone and took a picture of her eyes: "Ahhh, my dark circles are really heavy. Ah, I'm so hungry."

'Gurgle, gurgle.'

Yingkong Kurumi's stomach rumbled.

Only then did I remember that I hadn't eaten for a day.

"Let's go and have dinner." Fang Zuo picked up Yingkong Walnut.

"Put me down."

"No, just go like this."

"A lot of people."

"Let them watch."

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Inside the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Kyoko Sasaki was still sleeping on the bed.

I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but there was a hint of spring in the corner of my mouth.

Suddenly he frowned and woke up with a groan.

"Are you awake?" Ishizawa Nako breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sasaki Kyoko slowly waking up. "If you don't wake up, I'll have to take you to the hospital. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"It hurts so much." Kiko Sasaki was in so much pain that tears were about to flow out: "Why does it hurt so much?"

"Where does it hurt? I checked and everything's fine." Ishizawa Nako came over and said, "Have you forgotten that I'm a medical student? Come and let me take a look."

"It's not the outside that hurts, it's the inside." Kyoko Sasaki said with a frown, stroking her lower abdomen.

"The comfortable feeling is gone, and now comes the pain. It's so deep?" Ishizawa Nako looked at the location and swallowed her saliva: "It's too exaggerated. Can that old guy be so powerful?"

"What old guy? He's a young man." Nozomi Sasaki rolled her eyes at Nako Ishizawa.

"Hey, you're helping him start talking already." Ishizawa Nako mocked him, "How about it, handsome or not?"

"I couldn't see his face clearly at first, but later I could feel that he was really young. His muscles, his outline, and..." Kiko Sasaki blushed but didn't say anything.

"You still have that much power, don't you?" Ishizawa Nako added, "Someone was so desperate that he refused to go, and the result was such a crazy scene, wow, even the carpet got wet."

"Don't say that." Kyoko Sasaki was about to come over to cover Ishizawa Nako's mouth, but as soon as she moved, she immediately frowned.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Ishizawa Nako said, "I just checked you out. There's a tear, but it's not a big deal. If it hurts, you need to go to the hospital."

"No need." Sasaki Nozomi shook her head. Suddenly she thought of something, her face flushed, and she stammered, "Naiko, did you feel any electricity when you did that?"

"How can there be an electric feeling? Alas, the one in my house is not that deep. One third is good enough." Ishizawa Nako shook her head.

"I'm not talking about the feeling, it's really electric, tingling and numb." Kiko Sasaki said shyly.

"Are you hallucinating?" Ishizawa Nako rolled her eyes. "It's been too long since you've had a man?"

"Is it an illusion?" Kyoko Sasaki said uncertainly. She was in a daze that night and really didn't know if it was an illusion.

"Of course. By the way, did you achieve your goal?" Ishizawa Nako asked, "What did the old, oh no, young president say?"

"I forgot to ask." Kiko Sasaki lowered her head in frustration.

"Oh, you, you, send a message to ask later." Ishizawa Nako said with a look of disappointment: "This is not a good deal for him. But why does it seem like you got a good deal?"

Nako Ishizawa looked Kiko Sasaki up and down.

That look made Kyoko Sasaki's ears turn red.

It seems she is right.

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Fang Zuo put down the sleeping Yingkong Kurumi and cast a sleeping spell on her, letting her have a good rest.

She was so tired that even her soul was a little tired.

I have been missing for so many days. Now that this person is like this, what about Shiraishi Nagimitsu?

Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

It's quiet inside.

Oda Yui and Shiraishi Mei were already fast asleep.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu hasn't slept yet.

Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's bedroom.