Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 268 Fighting
If it weren't for the slightly cool air invading Yuya Mikami's skin, reminding her that this scene was so real.

Yua Mikami probably still thought that this was just a nightmare.

Why is there someone in my room?

And he's still a young man.

At this moment, the man was still looking at him up and down with great interest.

Yuya Mikami was so surprised that her mind went blank. She didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't even blush shyly on her face.

Still the same as usual.

She quickly grabbed a towel to cover her naked body.

Fang Zuo looked at the woman with a delicate face and bright features.

Bai Jie's body was exposed.

She has a petite body but very good proportions.

She has fair and delicate skin and a well-proportioned figure.

Although not as good as Shiraishi Nagimitsu, she is still very proud.

Her snow-white feet were stepping on a Persian wool carpet, and next to it were the peach-colored lace embroidered thong and the same bra that she had just taken off.

A small bow is on each side of the V-shaped thong.

The floor-to-ceiling glass door of her bedroom was closed, and the door to her room was also tightly shut. Despite having the most advanced fresh air system, the entire bedroom was still filled with her scent.

A faint scent of girlish milk mixed with the scent of a woman.

Contradiction but no conflict.

Especially the moment she lifted the quilt, the air warmed by her body temperature rushed out with her body fragrance.

It went straight to Fang Zuo's nose.

If we didn't know it in advance, it would be hard to imagine that such a young woman is the one who holds half of the shares of the two major conglomerates.

You know, the assets of the Mitsui Group alone are roughly estimated to be more than 20 trillion won, while the Samsung Group, which the Koreans on the neighboring peninsula are proud of, has assets of only 4 trillion won.

This seemingly weak woman actually controls the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of families. With a wave of her hand, she can make hundreds of thousands of people around the world unemployed.

"Who are you?" Yua Mikami leaned against the wall with a calm expression, and there was no trace of panic in her voice.

But after a brief moment of distraction, her face immediately calmed down. She looked calm and composed, as if she was used to big scenes.

She wasn't frightened at all by the man entering her private bedroom.

Fang sat silently and looked at Mikami Yua.

A knowing smile.

She tightly grasped the bath towel to cover her body with her hands, and her slightly trembling white and plump calves betrayed her.

I was still nervous, but I hid it well.

After all, she is still a young woman.

But no matter what, this ever-changing expression management shows that she is indeed not an ordinary woman.

Mikami Yua saw that the other party was looking at her silently, and she sniffed the smell in the room.

Her face flushed and she felt even angrier.

Of all her properties in Tokyo, this villa near the Tokyo Bay beach is her favorite place to stay.

Behind the villa is her private beach and yacht. When she is tired of handling group affairs, she comes here to relax.

This extremely private bedroom is filled with her collection of various brand-name underwear, stockings and other personal belongings.

No one has ever come in except myself.

This man is the first and only one.

And now.

Every scent his nose now smelled was his own unique body odor.

"who are you?"

"How did you get in?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Do you want money? How much? I can give it to you!!"

Mikami Yuya asked repeatedly, keeping her words calm.

"I told you, my name is Fang Zuo. Hello, Ms. Mikami Yuya." Fang Zuo picked up the Roman Ruby Grapes beside the table, picked one and put it in his mouth.

If I remember correctly, Shiraishi Nagimitsu brought this grape back with some reluctance last time.

A small skewer costs millions of yen, and this plate costs nearly ten million yen and is just casually placed here.

The only end of them is that the owner tastes a few and then throws them into the trash can.

"I don't care what your name is, I just want to know who you are, how you got in, and what you want to do?" Yua Mikami said word by word.

The young man's nonchalant attitude made her feel even more ashamed.

But she didn't show it too much, for fear of angering the man.

Of course she knew that the other person was not an ordinary person.

This villa is one of the most luxurious villas in Japan.

The public entrances and exits of the entire villa area are covered with cameras, and there are no blind spots at all.

This community has the best security system and personnel in Japan, and is also connected to the alarm of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

What's more, dozens of professional bodyguards and Onmyojis with special powers from various countries are guarding the villa.

How could any man enter here without any warning?

Yua Mikami looked at the door and the floor-to-ceiling glass.

He didn't even open this.

"Do you want money or something?" Mikami Yuya slowly moved towards the head of the bed: "Just tell me how much you want."

As she walked, the bath towel was kicked up by her legs, revealing a pair of white, tight and smooth thighs.

As she spoke, her hand was pressed against the wall, seemingly motionless, but slowly reaching for a hidden button at the head of the bed.

"I advise you not to press that button. It's the emergency button, right?" Fang Zuo picked another grape and tossed it into his mouth. "They rushed over and lost their lives in vain. It won't accomplish anything, and it's also delayed our discussion."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I came to you just to ask you to help me solve a problem and to ask for a few things."

Yua Mikami slowly withdrew her hand from reaching for the hidden button.

The man saw through her intentions at a glance, and she felt even more uneasy.

Reckless and arrogant.

This is the feeling this man makes me feel.

But since this person said he came to ask for something, at least he is safe now.

Mikami Yua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Fang Zuo, huh?" Mikami Yuya said softly, "In that case, let me put on my clothes and have a good chat, okay?"

As a businessman, the most important thing is to test the other party's bottom line.

After knowing the man's intention, she naturally put forward the first condition to test the other party's ill intentions.

"Of course." Fang Zuo shrugged. "I didn't ask you to take it off. You wanted to take it off yourself. I didn't even disturb your sleep. To be honest, I've been waiting for a while."

Watching this man as if it was a matter of course and openly telling the story of breaking into a private house and a woman's bedroom.

Shameless.
Yua Mikami forced a smile, but she had already started cursing in her heart.

Why did he ask me to take off my clothes and why did he not disturb my sleep? Should I thank him?

"Thank you." Yua Mikami said with a sneer in her heart.

The fact that he was willing to let himself wear clothes showed that his malicious intentions were not that great.

"You're welcome." The man accepted the 'thank you' calmly.

Shameless.
Yua Mikami cursed again in her heart.

"Then I'll go in and change my clothes." Yua Mikami pointed to the inner cloakroom a few meters away.

"of course."

The man did not stop.

It seems that he is really confident.

Does it really come from strong strength or mental negligence?

Yua Mikami believes it is the first point.

After she walked into the inner cloakroom, she slowly closed the door and disappeared from the man's sight.

The man just smiled and didn't stop.

This made Yua Mikami even more convinced.

She hurriedly removed the bath towel, took out a set of custom-made underwear, and changed into a one-piece Chanel dress of the latest model.

I wiped my face with a pure water towel and washed myself briefly.

I picked a lipstick at random and put on some simple makeup.

Wear a pearl hairpin to tie up the messy long hair.

And a pair of Chanel pearl earrings.

He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Such a powerful person still wants something from me, so I think it must not be a simple thing.

In this case, negotiations are inevitable.

And negotiations naturally require a good attitude.

A person who is dressed sloppily and untidy has already lost at the negotiation table before the negotiation even begins.

"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Fang." Yua Mikami walked out wearing white velvet high heels.

With his hands folded across his chest, he looked down at Fang Zuo who was sitting on the sofa.

Momentum and confidence are back.

"It's okay. I need your help, so it's my duty." Fang Zuo spread his hands and said, "I went to your 21 properties in Tokyo and finally found you here."

"I've been waiting." Fang Zuo smiled. "I've heard you talk thirteen times in your sleep and turn over four times. This shows my sincerity. I think Miss Mikami Yuya won't let me down."

Fang Zuo silently ate another grape.

If it was some kind of martial arts manual, he could find out everything by searching it with his soul. But even Zhou Yuanyan could only give a rough idea of ​​the names, functions, and patents of those instruments.

And I wouldn't recognize it even if it was right in front of me.

It’s all because of the lack of education!

No wonder in this world, spiritual practice is not only becoming more and more difficult, but also becoming more and more outdated.

I'm afraid only this woman can find these things from her subsidiary.

Speaking of the Buddhist longevity contract, it cannot be obtained by force. The buyer must give up the Buddhist contract himself.

Even those old guys haven't figured out the profound things of Buddhism, let alone myself from Taoism.

The solution to these two problems depends on this young and beautiful woman.

Yuya Mikami smiled and sat on the sofa not far from Fang Zuo.

The initial tension and anxiety have disappeared.

Since it can be negotiated, it is her home ground.

"Mr. Fang, could you please tell me your origins? I want to know more than just your name!" Yua Mikami lifted her snow-white left leg and clamped it on her right leg.

Yua Mikami is used to launching offensives. As long as the other party answers the questions, she will naturally take the initiative and proceed at her own pace.

But this man, whether intentionally or unintentionally, instantly dismantled his attack.

He didn't answer the question at all, staring at the carpet in the distance with a dead look on his face.

Yua Mikami followed his gaze, her face flushed, and she quickly put away her legs and started walking.

She bent down her slender waist, picked up the peach-colored lace embroidered thong and the matching bra on the ground, walked into the inner cloakroom, and threw them hard on the table.

This dirty guy!!!
Then he took a deep breath and suppressed his heaving chest.

He walked out as if nothing had happened.

Before she could continue speaking, she returned to her own rhythm.

"I need this." The man put a piece of paper on the table next to him.

Yua Mikami could only pick it up and sit back on her sofa.

"This is..." Yuya Mikami frowned.

These things are too professional and I can only get a general idea of ​​them.

Sure enough, this man was not simply asking for money or property.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fang, could you tell me what these are?" Mikami Yuya smiled faintly. "Our subsidiaries are too large, and I'm afraid these instruments and patents need to be looked up by professionals. I'm a little confused, sorry."

"I don't know what it is either." Fang Zuo touched his nose: "I was entrusted by someone."

Only the woman who even Zhou Yuanyan admires can understand these things.

Who made him owe her?

"I heard that NEC Corporation, owned by Ms. Yuya Mikami, and Sumitomo Electric Industries, Ltd., hold these things."

"Oh, then you may have to wait a while, Mr. Fang. I'll give these to my secretaries right away, and they'll be able to find out what they are very quickly." Mikami Yuya said, picked up her phone, took a photo, and after sending it, she looked at Fang Zuo and said, "Mr. Fang, you haven't told me your origins yet."

"I come from a place you just visited." Fang Zuo said with a smile: "This is also the second reason why I came here to find Miss Mikami Yuya."

"A place I just went to? Last night? Last night, my sister called me to celebrate her birthday." Mikami Yuya was stunned, a little bit unbelievable. She looked Fang Zuo up and down with her beautiful eyes: "Mr. Fang, you must be joking. A powerful person like you came from a Shinjuku host bar?"

Mikami Yuya asked with some doubt: "Is this a hobby?"

"Cough, it's from the country you just visited." Fang Zuo coughed and added.

"Oh." Mikami Yuya suddenly realized. Her expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes. "So Mr. Fang is Chinese. It seems that Mr. Fang is not only powerful, but also has a very strong intelligence network."

"I went to China with a hidden identity. Mr. Fang was not only able to find out my real identity, but also find me here." Yua Mikami adjusted her posture calmly.

It cost her a lot of money to buy so many immortality deeds in China.

But compared to these immortality contracts, money is nothing.

What was originally impossible became extremely simple in front of those monks who asked for money.

In this age of religious collapse, money is the only faith.

"I'll just say it straight." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I know that Miss Mikami Yuya has purchased nearly 10,000 longevity deeds from thirteen famous temples in China. Each contract is for fifty years."

"I came here this time to claim back all the longevity contracts from Miss Mikami Yuya. I will return the money you spent in full."

Sure enough, this is why I came here!!
Yua Mikami stared at the man with her beautiful eyes.

Not only did he hide his true identity and go to China, he also used the same birth date to buy a longevity deed from a famous temple.

Were these things exposed so quickly?

"Are you from the government? Or from these temples?" Yuya Mikami asked with a sigh.

"Neither." Fang Zuo shook his head: "I was just entrusted by these temples."

"Mr. Fang, do you know that the longevity contract I spent a huge amount of money to sign was signed under the witness of the Buddha and Bodhisattvas?" Mikami Yuya said lightly:
"Now they are in the temple, bathed in the Buddha's light every day. How can I take them back just like that? To be frank, the interest on these huge sums of money alone is quite high."

"I can give you the interest based on the highest interest rate currently offered by the International Monetary Fund." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "As far as I know, the Bank of Japan has only recently adjusted its rate from 0.1% to 0.25%."

"If you calculate it this way, Ms. Mikami Yua still made a lot of money."

"Mr. Fang is wrong." Mikami Yuya shook his head. "I'm a businessman. We can't keep our money in the bank. Of course, we invest it. We can't rely on this to calculate the flow of funds."

"Then Miss Mikami Yuya, please speak directly." Fang Zuo said calmly: "How much compensation do you want?"

"I think you're mistaken, Mr. Fang." Mikami Yuya said, "I can agree to the first thing. As long as we can find out what equipment and patents our Mikami family has, we can transfer them to Mr. Fang, or even give them away as a gift. But the second thing is absolutely not allowed."

Mikami Yuya shook her head: "I will never give up these immortality contracts no matter what!!!"

"Really?" Fang Zuo frowned.

He sneered, "What about your life? You won't even exchange it for yours?"

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Tama Gym Tokyo is located in Daikanyama, Tokyo.

There are not only large gyms with various themes, but also yoga rooms for women.

What makes high-class customers choose this place is that there are various types of luxurious SPAs.

Almost all women in Japan's upper class have membership cards here.

They usually choose their favorite themed yoga or gym, and after exercising, they do a full body SPA to relax.

At this time, we are in a themed gym.

A beautiful woman with tight skin and a slim waist is wearing a white half-vest and doing strength exercises for her lower limbs.

Her little face was lightly made up and she wore bean paste-colored lipstick.

With a high ponytail, she looks very capable.

As she exerted force with her lower limbs, she sometimes collapsed on the chair, and sometimes became round and powerful, stretching out her tight purple gym pants.

She breathed in and out rhythmically, and the curves of her vest also undulated rhythmically.

"Beautiful lady, may I have your LINE contact information?" A muscular young man with biceps as big as his head walked over and asked politely.

The woman stood up and turned to sit on the barbell chair. She turned around and smiled slightly, without saying a word, just looking at the young man.

"Do you need me to help you exercise?" The young man thought he had a chance: "Let me help you. It's too easy to get hurt if you exercise alone."

"Hehehe." The woman laughed so hard that her body shook violently. Suddenly, her expression changed: "Get lost, disappear immediately!"

He stared at the young man with cold eyes.

The cold gaze made the young man shudder, as if someone was holding a knife to his neck.

He left quickly without saying a word.

'Pah pah pah'.

There was applause from the side.

"Hey, our Chief Prosecutor is still as fierce as ever." A woman wearing tight black yoga pants and a half-cut purple tank top walked over. "Still the same, never a friendly face to those who try to flirt with her."

Justice Masayoshi Miura.

She took off her glasses, and compared to the beautiful woman just now, her skin was much whiter and more rosy.

The makeup is also more delicate and heavy.

Under the wild eyebrows that are popular nowadays are two blushes caused by exercise.

Combined with her slightly parted red lips and her breath, it is very suggestive.

She wiped the sweat from her chest and walked forward: "What's up, Sakura-chan? Are you still mad at me? I've been to the Supreme People's Procuratorate to look for you several times, but you've avoided me. Are you determined not to see me anymore?"

The woman glanced at Masami Miura, ignored him, and lay down, lifting dumbbells to exercise her arm strength.

Poker face.

"Kitagawa Sakura, are you really going to do this?" Miura Masami shouted from the side, "It's been so long and you still won't forgive me? I've already explained to you that the family will never accept us. I have no choice."

"Or, were all the things you said to me before a lie?"

"The past is the past." Kitagawa Sakura ignored her and continued to move the dumbbells. "We were both young before and didn't know what we really liked. But luckily you ruined our promise. Otherwise, I really don't know what I would have done."

"You!!!" Justice Miura Masami put on a little woman's expression and stamped her foot. "Then why have you been avoiding me? Don't you want to see me?"

"Miura Masami, from what I know about you, you're such a utilitarian woman. You've come to me suddenly because you need help with something," Kitagawa Sakurano said calmly. "Given your family's influence in Japan's judicial system, there's no need for a mere prosecutor like me to intervene. The Supreme Procuratorate has plenty of your people, so why would I need to see you?"

"Isn't it okay for me to come to you?" Miura Masami snorted coldly, "With so many people, I trust your ability to handle the situation. They all got to where they are today thanks to the connections of my father and grandfather."

"You were the one looking for me, what does it have to do with me?!" Kitagawa Sakurano gently put down the dumbbells, turned around and was about to leave: "Don't look for me in the future, no matter if you have something or not. Our relationship is already in the past. As I said, we were young and ignorant back then."

He left another sentence behind him.

"If you have urgent official business, please first submit an official letter for record according to the procedures."

"You!!!" Masami Miura looked at Kitagawa Sakurano's back as she was about to leave, with an angry look on her face.

Reluctantly, he clenched his hands tightly.

Masami Miura suddenly thought of something, bent her slender waist, gritted her teeth and lifted the dumbbells with all her strength.

A 'boom' sound.

Throw it to the ground with great force.

At the same time, he crawled on the ground in a wrestling posture and made an "ouch" sound.

Kitagawa Sakurano heard the voice and looked back.

Frowning, he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest: "How are you? Are you okay?"

But the woman who he thought was exhausted after the fall slowly got up, bent over, stuck out her buttocks, and looked back at him.

He smiled smugly and said, "See, I knew you were still the same as before."

(End of this chapter)