Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 289: The Beautiful Lady Chief Justice, Pride and Shame Mixed

There was silence in Congress.

Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima looked at the MP opposite him with a calm expression.

"When I return, I will urge Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Director Masayuki Sora Kurumi on behalf of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to initiate an internal self-inspection process. Does the council member have any other requests?"

"How can it be just an inspection? I demand that Sakura Kurumi resign." The congressman was interrupted by noisy voices before he could finish his words.

There were so many people whispering in Congress that it was like a market, with only the shouting of buying and selling going on.

All the people in Parliament are talking about Prime Minister Shigeki Shiba's series of ridiculous things.

"Silence. Silence!" The Speaker knocked the hammer on the table hard, and the interfering noise became a little smaller.

Congress quieted down a bit.

"Do you have anything else to say?" the Speaker said with a frown.

But as soon as his hammer stopped, various voices of discussion slowly began to rise again.

"there is none left"

In this atmosphere, no one will listen to anything you say.

The congressman could only put away the documents and walk off the stage in shame.

I have already done what I promised to the Miura family.

As for the poor results, I can’t blame myself.

It’s just that Prime Minister Shipo Mao stole too much limelight today, so everyone came for him.

Inside Tokyo Tower.

"Today's Congress live broadcast has reached a new high in the number of people online simultaneously." The director said to Minamikawa Keiko, "Keiko, how did you know today's Congressional questioning session would be so exciting?"

"Haha, a secret." Minamikawa Keiko, wearing a black business suit and high heels, blinked mysteriously.

"Oh, big star, our department's live broadcast channel is relying on you from now on. The effect is even better than that of entertainment programs." The director happily gave a thumbs up: "I told the president that we should have you come to our live broadcast department to help us more often. Everyone loves watching you."

"I only help you host the show occasionally. I'm too busy with my own stuff." Minamikawa Keiko said with a smile, "Besides, I know nothing about politics. Today, I'll just read some interesting comments from netizens and interact with everyone."

"That's enough. We all want to interact. Who wants to listen to serious political analysis?" The director said happily, "Anyway, I'll definitely ask the president to lend you out more often in the future."

"Let's talk about it later, I'm leaving!!"

Keiko Minamikawa walked out of the TV station and called Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

"Hey, the live stream has hit a new high with viewers today. Go check out the replay! The footage the director gave you is simply incredible." Minamikawa Keiko said with a grin, "Oh my! Everyone's praising your increasing beauty and flawless skin. Even the high-definition footage doesn't show any blemishes on your skin. How do you maintain your skin like this? I'm so jealous."

"It's a good thing you don't accept advertising, otherwise you would have snatched all my beauty and cosmetics ads away from me."

"Look at what you said. Is there no one in the live broadcast paying attention to my topic?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu, wearing an open camel windbreaker, slowly packed his things in the parliament.

The windbreaker was pushed up by a pair of huge things and could not be buttoned, and the white shirt inside also highlighted the exaggerated curve.

"After seeing you on stage, except for some elderly people over 60, who cares about this?" Nanchuan Jingzi curled her lips: "They all look at your face. In short, you are very charming!"

"You sound really unconvinced, big star." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile: "How are the comments and messages?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," Minamikawa Keiko said. "The comments and comments were all discussing how embarrassing our Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru was. But when you showed up, everyone was shouting that they wanted to marry you."

"Anyway, there are all kinds of topics. I'll listen to you. Throughout the live broadcast, I'll just read comments related to Prime Minister Shigeki Shibamoto."

"Okay, thank you." Shiraishi Nagi nodded and said, "I asked Shiraishi Mei to go to Yang Guofu Malatang early to queue up. I'll treat you later."

"That's great." Minamikawa Keiko clapped her hands. "Finally, we don't have to queue. I heard that these are everywhere in China. There's no need to queue. Let's go to China. The recent visa-free policy is very convenient."

"I can't go around with my identity." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sighed: "I want to go too."

I want him to take me there.
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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

Fenghualian turned off the live broadcast on her iPad.

"It seems everything is fine, it was just a false alarm." Feng Hualian excitedly held the iPad in her hands, pushed herself up from the sofa where she was sitting, and stood up.

"I told you it's okay." Yingkong Kurumi also threw the pen in her hand onto the table. "But the Ministry of Internal Affairs issued a notice requesting a self-inspection of the procedural errors. During this period, you should tell those guys to be more vigilant and careful in their actions. Don't let them be caught with any handles. Stay out of the spotlight for now."

"No problem, I'll tell them right away." Feng Hualian nodded and walked out the door.

Yingkong Kurumi held her chin.

As expected, the woman that my man likes is outstanding.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu easily resolved the impeachment against himself without making a single move.

It seems that the power hidden under the poker table is not small.

Will he really become Prime Minister?

Yingsora Kurumi couldn't help but think of her man's pale face.

As strong as he is, he can still get hurt.

I hope something like last time won't happen again.

Yingsora Kurumi took out her cell phone, and this bad guy didn't reply to the message again.

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Inside a room at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Fang Zuo frowned as he looked at his shirt that was stained by Caitlin's flying kick.

I wanted to try out her special abilities.

Fortunately, Shiraishi Nagimitsu prepared a lot.

He ripped off his shirt and threw it aside, then changed into a new one.

Then he turned around and looked at Caitlin who was restrained by him.

"Is it fun?" Fang Zuo walked over.

The red light in Caitlin's eyes pierced his soul.

Her hair slowly twisted into a snake shape, and her face became more and more seductive.

The red lips parted slightly.

Seductive syllables emanate from the throat.

The pink and soft texture shows that it is very flexible.

"You also know how to charm?" Fang Zuo said with a smile, "And it comes from your body's instincts. It seems you are not simple at all."

Fang Zuo grabbed Caitlin's slender neck.

The big hand just retracted slightly.

The red light in Caitlin's eyes disappeared instantly.

The flying golden hair stopped flying obediently in an instant.

"No. Let me go, please!" Her snow-white face pleaded.

This typical European and American beauty has delicate and deep facial features, but a petite body of only 1 meters. In addition, her expression and way of speaking are more oriental, which makes her look unique and attractive.

The body hair that is typical of Westerners is not that thick on her body.

The light and soft golden hairs on her skin were stained slightly white in the light.

Fang Zuo's thumb pressed the aorta in Caitlin's neck.

The rapid congestion in her head made Caitlin a little slow to react.

The answer was a little slow.

But then a strong electric current spread from the man's big hand throughout his body.

The tuft of golden fur on his body stood up straight.

This was followed by piercing pain all over the body.

She just struggled slightly, and her white limbs drooped down again.

The current made her whole body numb.

I almost couldn't control the muscles in various parts of my body.

She bit her lower lip and tried her best to hold it back.

The buttocks were tightly contracted, with the sides slightly concave.

"What is your identity?" Fang Zuo asked calmly, "If you are just a nobody, worthless, you can die now."

The hand that was pinching her throat loosened slightly.

"I am a Catholic Cardinal, Italian, affiliated with the Italian armed police department, and currently working for Interpol." Caitlin took a breath and gritted her teeth to hold back the part of her body that had just been numbed by the electric shock.

She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of such a man.

"Is there a female cardinal in the Catholic Church?" Fang Zuo looked Caitlin up and down.

Who would have thought that the Pope would even send out his own female cardinal?

"Yes." Caitlin looked at the man's eyes and knew what he was thinking. That impudent look made the golden hairs on her body stand up. "It's not the kind of relationship you imagine."

Fang Zuo showed a mocking expression without comment.

Is there any need to imagine these religious messes?

"No more?" Fang Zuo tightened his grip on Caitlin's neck, and with his other hand, he gently stroked her milky skin, feeling the fine hairs against his fingers.

"If you're just a cardinal, you're of no use to me."

"I'm sorry then."

"Die well"

"No, not just that. Don't do it." Caitlin felt the pressure on her neck and the touch on her body, and hurriedly added: "I am the illegitimate daughter of Pope Francis I."

Fang Zuo was stunned.

No wonder no one was surprised that this woman could enter and leave heaven.

He looked worldly-wise and was obviously not an ordinary clergyman.

But no one would have expected that she was the Pope's illegitimate daughter.

I had heard of the elderly Pope Francis I in my country.

He has tried more than once to control believers around the world and his ambition is very great.

"I heard he's quite old and has been in a wheelchair for decades." Fang Zuo was a little surprised: "How could he have given birth to you?"

"Besides, that old thing is too ugly to have given birth to someone like you."

"My mother is the head of a convent," Caitlin said quickly. "The women in the convent are carefully selected."

"I understand." Fang Zuo said with a half-smile: "No wonder you're in a wheelchair so early. What's with those enchanting abilities you just had?"

"After the Catholics and Protestants joined forces to attack Valhalla, they looted a lot of things," Caitlin said. "That was a long time ago, so I don't know."

"I only know that I gave various abilities to important religious clergymen. I am my mother who inherited them."

Fang Zuo nodded and kept looking at Caitlin.

That kind of gaze that saw into the bones made the Pope's illegitimate daughter feel a little creepy.

As the illegitimate daughter of the Catholic Pope, she has seen too many things that this world cannot understand.

In her mind, the East was just a vassal state.

But why is there such a powerful man?

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Fang Zuo suddenly asked.

"I don't know," Caitlin shook her head honestly.

"I'll think about how to make you mine." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I want you to be mine wholeheartedly."

"It's a pity, I don't have much experience."

Caitlin understood what he meant, her face turned red, and she didn't know what to say.

"Ding dong."

The hotel doorbell rang.

Fang Zuo knew who was coming and waved his hand.

Masami Miura came into the room.

Outside the door, Masami Miura was wrapped in a black windbreaker, wearing sexy red slit lingerie underneath.

There was very little fabric, almost all of it woven in a mesh pattern.

Revealing every white spot of skin.

She bit her lower lip, her mind full of the man's strong body.

As muddy as it can get.

Masami Miura stood outside the door, imagining the scene that was about to happen.

Fear and desire.

His breathing became rapid.

After gently pressing the doorbell, she seemed to press a switch in her body.

Almost shouted out loud.

Then the vision changed and I came into the room.

But everything in the room made her feel a little overwhelmed.

A strange naked woman was being strangled by the strong man she longed for, like a chicken.

Hojo Sakura was not there, which made her happy and worried.

The happiness is for one's own enjoyment, and the worry is that one may not be able to bear it.

But there is one more beautiful European woman.

But judging from the man's expression, he doesn't seem to be here to replace Hojo Sakuna.

What on earth is this doing?
Do you want to kill this woman?

Instead of killing her, let's have a justice help clean up the mess.

But then Miura Masami gave up the idea, thinking that she was too naive.

Does such a powerful man need to kill someone and then finish the job himself?

That day, he just had to push a little harder.

I and Hojo Sakura were probably already scared out of their wits and died in a coma.

Miura Masami's sudden appearance startled Caitlin, who was pinching Fang's left hand.

How come a woman with her windbreaker open suddenly appeared? What she was wearing underneath was so sexy.

"Are you Chief Justice Miura of Japan?"

As Interpol, of course I know a few powerful figures in the Japanese judiciary.

This look of recognition and astonishment made Miura Masami's face turn red as blood.

For a while.

Her identity as Chief Justice made her quickly pull her windbreaker tighter, trying to cover up her unsightly clothes.

But when she saw the man's brows slightly frowned.

But he was so scared that he ripped his windbreaker open again.

Exposed to the eyes of men.

Biting lower lip.

Undergoing two kinds of eyes.

Pride and shame mixed together.

"You came at the right time." Fang Zuo said, "I just asked her a question, and she didn't answer me. You answer it."

Fang Zuo reached out and pulled the pet chain around Miura Masami's neck.

Masami Miura immediately knelt down reflexively and hugged Fang Zuo's thighs obediently.

"Very good." Fang Zuo nodded with satisfaction. "Let me ask you, as a woman, you should know how to make her belong to me both physically and mentally."

Miura Masami raised her blushing face and said, "Of course, you are just like me, completely conquered by the Master."

"No, that's not enough." Fang Zuo frowned.

Even so, the bond of heaven may not be enough.

"Then do it more thoroughly and destroy all the beliefs and concerns in her heart. Destroy them completely." Masami Miura bit her lower lip, her eyes showing a cold and muddy look.

"Complete destruction?" Fang Zuo looked at the Supreme Justice of Japan.

I didn't expect that such words would come out of her mouth, who represents Japanese law.

That's really cruel.

Fang Zuo slowly pulled up the pet collar around Miura Masami's neck and gently wiped his hand.

The pet circle just disappeared.

Then suddenly it appeared around Caitlin's neck.

This made Masami Miura feel both lost and happy.

What made me happy was that the thing that I was so worried about being discovered was finally gone.

What makes me feel lost is, doesn’t that mean I don’t need myself anymore?

"I'll give you a chance, a chance that I trust you." Fang Zuo grabbed Miura Masami's hand and held it on the pet chain around Caitlin's neck.

"You can make her disappear or reappear, it's up to you. I won't ask how you deal with her." Fang Zuo said, "I have only one condition. As you said, completely destroy all her beliefs and make her blindly obey me."

"Me, me." Masami Miura felt inexplicably excited.

"Can you do it?" Fang Zuo said.

"Master, I will do my best." said Masami Miura.

"No." Fang Zuo held Miura Masami's chin with his big hand and pinched her red lips: "I don't want to try my best, I want to have to..."

"Yes, Master." Masami Miura felt the familiar big hand, her eyes filled with desire.

But the next moment, the man disappeared
Caitlin's body fell to the ground and she stood up quickly.

After making sure the man was gone, her beautiful eyes glowed red.

In this moment.

The pet chain around her neck quickly shrank, and all the strength in her body disappeared in an instant.

"Pa." Masami Miura slapped her hard in the face.

She was beaten so hard that she fell into a chair, her skin all pink.

Caitlin looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, her eyes were so cold that they scared her.

The twisted smile on his face made me turn my head away and not dare to look at him.

"It's all your fault. You caused the master to leave." Masami Miura said harshly.

She grabbed the chain around Caitlin's neck and lifted her up again.

"Clap clap clap."

He slapped me several times in a row.

"Wow." Caitlin's tears flowed, but the invisible force suppressed her and she was completely unable to resist.

She could only curl up her limbs and shrink back into the chair desperately.

There was a strange light flashing in Miura Masami's beautiful eyes.

She seemed to feel her soul being completely liberated.

All the things that had bound me for a long time were scattered and disappeared in these slaps.

Looking at the red palm print on Caitlin's face, she remembered how her father had slapped her just now.

I remembered the cold looks of my father and brother.

Looking at his masterpiece on Caitlin's face again, Masami Miura inexplicably vented the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for decades.

I had hoped that the man's strong strength would crush me to relieve this depression.

But now he's gone.

It's all because of this damn woman.
Masami Miura looked at the man next to her and put on the shirt left by him.

She stretched out her little hand and picked it up.

Slowly pull the shirt towards your face which is delicately made up.

He took a deep sniff of the scent of its owner.

He let out a long sigh.

A strong sense of satisfaction comforted her desire along the way.

"Master, I will teach her a lesson," Miura Masami murmured to herself, "You will trust me."

She slowly turned around, looked at Caitlin who was curled up on the ground with a somewhat ferocious smile and said, "Come, I'll buy you some clothes, and then come home with me."

"Don't worry, I will teach you well!"

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Fang Zuo brought the Daughter of the First God back to Zhou Yuanyan's laboratory.

"Thanks to you." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile.

"Are you okay?" Fang Zuo frowned and pulled off Zhou Yuanyan's white coat.

On his shoulder was an extremely strange blue crystal.

It has become one with his flesh and blood, with veins and blood vessels inside.

Blood flows in and out from time to time.

There are various strange protrusions on other parts of the body.

Some look like eyes, some look like heads.

All the tendons, veins and acupoints in the body have become disordered.

Even many of them disappeared.

The original golden elixir in the dantian has shrunk to the point where it cannot be any smaller.

It is covered with all kinds of deformed flesh and blood.

Still stirring slightly.

"I don't know if I'm okay." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile, "I can only say that I'm still a human being."

"Alright." Zhou Yuanyan pulled back his white coat to cover himself up, "You've seen me naked."

"If one day you are no longer human, I will kill you with my own hands," Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Before you kill me, please give me a foot massage first." Zhou Yuanyan said, "Where's the person you owe me? You disappeared as soon as I asked you to borrow money from me?"

Fang Zuo slowly approached the incense barrier of the Japanese divine kingdom.

Now this is a rare and good place for him to practice.

There is endless incense, which is very much like spiritual energy.

The effect of feeding back to the soul through the body of Ashura Mingwang is far less than that of spiritual energy.

But it is better than the scarce and almost dry spiritual energy in this world.

The most important thing is that the time here is much slower than that in the original interface.

He needs time to perfect his body.

Cultivation does not mean that the higher the realm, the stronger it will be.

It depends largely on the technique and the body.

The first general of heaven and the stone monkey are examples.

An immortal who has sanctified his body is far more powerful than an immortal who has given up his body.

Fang Zuo slowly merged into the incense barrier and came to the military camp near Jiuzhou.

Since this is the place where the evil god attacks, there will naturally be a large amount of incense and spirits.

"Where have you been?" a voice came from behind.

The eight-foot tall lady walked over, swaying her huge plump buttocks and waist.

"The Uesugi family kid?"

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Masami Miura took Caitlin, who was wearing a Japanese JK uniform, back to her villa.

"Is this your home from now on?"

"do you know?"

"Pa!" Masami Miura slapped him hard.

The reply was a little slow though.

"I know!" Caitlin said quickly in horror, covering her face with handprints.

However, after buying a few sets of clothes, I got a lot more scars on my body.

Is this really the gentle and proud Supreme Justice of Japan described in the information?
Detention, beatings, and abuse.

These are all criminal felonies.

Doesn't she know that everything she does is against the law?

Caitlin looked at Miura Masami's face.

A beautiful face!

Now it looks extremely scary!
What a pervert!
He's simply a devil!

"Knock knock knock!" The door rang.

"Who?" Miura Masami frowned.

"Miss, the master of the house wants you to come over to the bedroom. He has something urgent to discuss with you!" the servant said while knocking on the door.

"Okay." Miura Masami tidied up her clothes.

Change out of the sexy lingerie inside.

Change into normal clothes.

Walk through the hall and go to the second floor.

She gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Yoshihisa Miura was standing at the railing of the bedroom balcony, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Father, you're looking for me." Masami Miura said standing behind him.

"Pa." Miura Yoshihisa slapped her hard with his backhand.

"Dad, what's wrong with me!!!" Masami Miura covered her little face and shouted loudly. Her hair was slapped down and covered her face.

It seems a bit scary.

"You know, there are more police officers near our house," Miura Yoshihisa said loudly, "They are from the Inspection Office, and a few are from the National Security Bureau."

"We're under suspicion, you know?"

"The Miura family is under suspicion!!"

"It's all your fault!!"

"It's all your fault, you useless piece of shit!!"

Yoshihisa Miura cursed hysterically, just like he had been doing for decades.

He didn't notice his daughter who was so submissive.

The beautiful eyes hidden behind the falling hair revealed hatred!!
Teeth clenched tightly!!
Breathing deeply!!
(End of this chapter)