Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 290 Beautiful Woman Kills Her Father

"What, you useless thing? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you still not convinced?"

"Those guys were already extremely dissatisfied with the Miura family's dominance over Japan's judicial system. Now that we failed in our first attempt, we've attracted their attention." Miura Yoshihisa raised the metal cane in his hand and pointed it at Miura Masami, shaking it continuously.

"Father, what does this have to do with me?" Masami Miura gritted her teeth and did not lift the long hair that covered her face. The father in her sight was blurry but familiar.

Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a hand, and she was a little breathless. "It was my brother who suggested making a big deal out of this, impeaching Sakura Kurumi in Congress, and forcing her to step down. This was also what you promised, father. Why are you blaming me for your failure? Is this fair to me?"

But before Miura Yoshihisa could answer, one of his metal canes fell down.

It hit Miura Masami's thigh hard.

"Ah!!" Masami Miura cried out.

He was knocked to the ground by the heavy blow of the metal cane, and rolled over holding his legs.

The white thigh suddenly felt a sharp pain that went straight to the bone, and then the skin and flesh felt as if they were burned by fire.

The pain was unbearable and only rubbing my hands constantly made it feel better.

"How could this happen if you hadn't reopened this case? How dare you talk back? Kneel down." Miura Yoshihisa shouted loudly with his face flushed with anger.

"I won't kneel, I did nothing wrong!! Yes, I deserve to die, I was the one who reopened the case, but did you tell me? I knew nothing about this." Masami Miura rubbed the part where she was hit, tears gushing out, running across her face and dripping onto her chest.

She curled up on the ground and screamed:
"It was my brother who committed the crime, but you don't blame him. Instead, you blame me for uncovering the case. Have you ever told me this? From the beginning to the end, I knew nothing. You hid everything from me, and in the end, you blame me for everything?"

"Do you really treat me as your daughter? From childhood to adulthood, whatever my brother does is right, and whatever I do is wrong. Why am I the one who gets punished every time?"

"How dare you talk to me like that? Miura Masami, get down on your knees." Miura Yoshihisa was so angry when he saw that his daughter dared to speak to him so loudly that he picked up his cane and hit her hard again.

"I won't kneel. I've done nothing wrong. Why should I kneel? You always blame me. When my younger brother made a mistake when we were young, you blamed me for not raising him well. No matter what trouble he got into, you punished me. Why? What did I do wrong?" Masami Miura yelled loudly, but didn't expect to be hit on the waist again.

She arched her body in pain.

Miura Yoshihisa was so angry that he kept raining his cane down.

This time, Masami Miura did not dodge. After being hit several times, he grabbed the metal cane with his right hand, stood up, and stared at his father coldly.

"Okay, okay, you still dare to fight back?" Miura Yoshihisa was so angry that he was almost out of breath and pulled the cane back with force.

Masami Miura held on with both small hands and refused to let go.

The old Yoshihisa Miura was unable to pull the cane in Masami Miura's hand.

His face flushed and he was panting as he looked at Masami Miura with disheveled hair.

The eyes covered by hair revealed a wild beast-like gaze.

Yoshihisa Miura was a little frightened when he saw the hateful look.

"I knew you were just like your mother, bitch!" Miura Yoshihisa released his grip on his cane, leaned against the old balcony railing, and turned to grab his phone.

"I'm going to call my students and colleagues right now and get the list of the next Supreme Court justices. I'm going to tell them not to nominate you. You're a useless, ungrateful person. Just wait!"

"No!! Father, you can't do this!" Masami Miura was shocked and quickly dropped the cane in his hand.

She knelt down and hugged Miura Yoshihisa's thighs: "I was wrong, father, please don't do this. If I am excluded by them, my future will be ruined."

"Get away, you piece of trash." Miura Yoshihisa stepped hard on Miura Masami's leg, and ignoring his daughter's wailing, picked up the phone and prepared to make a call.

"No, you can't do this." Masami Miura struggled to stand up, holding the phone with both hands, trying to snatch it away.

"What are you doing? You disobedient girl, how dare you snatch something from me?" Miura Yoshihisa held the phone tightly with both hands, pulled it back hard, his face flushed red.

"I've made the call. Forget your chance to be a Supreme Court Justice. Forget your grandstanding in the judicial world. I only need one word, and you won't even be able to get a lawyer's license."

"Everything you have was given to you by the Miura family. Without me, what's the difference between you and an ordinary woman? You're probably still struggling in a law firm."

"How dare you, a piece of trash, fight me!!"

"No, no, no, you'll ruin me, Father!" Miura Masami struggled to grab the phone: "You can't do this, please!"

Once my father called me, all my career would be ruined.

Without the nomination of an authoritative figure in the judicial branch, he would not be able to become the next Supreme Court Justice.

If they really wanted to ban me as my father said, the Bar Association would not even give me a license.

You will be abandoned by the entire judicial community in an instant.

"It's useless, Miura Masami, you are a waste and will always be a waste. Without the Miura family, you are even worse than a waste." Miura Yoshiki gasped heavily and pulled the phone back with all his strength.

"I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste, give me your phone, give it to me quickly!!" Masami Miura retorted loudly, her hair hanging down, looking a little gloomy. She shook her head, pulled the phone back with one hand, and pushed it hard with the other hand.

I don’t know if it’s because my hands are too slippery or if Masami Miura’s push is too strong.

Yoshihisa Miura suddenly let go of the phone, found nothing with both hands, leaned back, and was pushed hard by Masami Miura again.

The whole person fell backwards, jumped over the short and old European-style hollow fence, and fell from the high second floor.

A 'boom' sound.

The sound of a body crashing onto the stone slabs.

The sudden change shocked Masami Miura.

She stared in shock, walked slowly to the empty fence in disbelief, and looked down at her old father who had fallen on the stone slab on the first floor.

His limbs were spread out, and his old face was looking up at him angrily.

Bright red blood was flowing from the back of his head, spreading along the cracks in the stone slab.

"No, no, father." Miura Masami's body softened, and he held onto the fence with both hands to prevent himself from collapsing. He muttered to himself, "I didn't mean to do that."

She turned around abruptly and ran downstairs in a hurry.

I came to Miura Yoshihisa's side and looked at the pool of blood on the ground that was getting bigger and bigger.

She trembled all over and wanted to reach out and touch her father, but she didn't dare.
He took out the phone with shaking hands.

"Hold on, Dad. I'll call the emergency number right away."

Inside the University of Tokyo Hospital.

"Pa." Masami Miura received a hard slap on the face.

Governor Miura shouted angrily, "Why did my father fall from the balcony for no reason? How did you watch him?"

"I don't know. My father must have been trying to tidy up the hanging plants and accidentally fell down."

Masami Miura covered her little face and was about to say something when the emergency door was pushed open and the doctor came out.

She quickly put down her little hands, pretended to support her face with one hand, and slightly turned her body to block the palm print on her face.

"Doctor, what happened to my father?" Governor Miura hurried forward and asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry, he was already dead when he was sent to the hospital." The doctor shook his head and turned away.

Governor Miura slumped down in his chair with a thud.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and sadness and despair surged up in him.

"Father. Father." He grabbed his hair with both hands and muttered to himself.

Suddenly he stood up and walked into the emergency room, wanting to see his father for the last time.

"Why are you still here? What are you doing, Miura Masami?" Governor Miura took a few steps and turned his head suspiciously to look at his sister who was standing there with her face covered.

"Yes." Masami Miura lowered his head and followed Governor Miura.

Emergency room.

Looking at Yoshihisa Miura who was lying on the emergency table with his eyes closed.

Governor Miura knelt down and lay on his father, crying loudly.

Masami Miura quickly knelt down and sat aside.

Fearful and sad.

Yet there is a strange sense of relaxation.

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Fang Zuo looked at the approaching Lady Hachiya.

I looked around again.

The previously complete military camp is somewhat dilapidated.

The top of the huge watchtower also shows signs of being destroyed and rebuilt.

There are many burn marks all around.

Even a hill in the distance has been flattened.

Lady Hachishaku wore a white European-style tulle dress
A fragrance came over.

The huge arc was about to hit his face.

"I told you not to run around. Stay in my base, little thing. Be careful not to be killed by those evil gods." Mrs. Yasha wore a top hat and white, slightly transparent lace gloves on her hands.

He lowered his head and gently wiped Fang Zuo's face.

"It's not safe around here anymore. The front line has been lost. We have to evacuate immediately." Mrs. Hachiya said with a frown.

"Lost?" Fang Zuo was a little surprised.

Didn’t the group of evil gods retreat last time after being defeated by the Taoist formation?
Why are you suddenly leaving again?

"Yes." Madam Hachi sighed. "A powerful individual has infiltrated the Divine Kingdom and has killed several gods in succession. Furthermore, Hinduism is constantly impacting the Divine Kingdom's incense barrier, which has caused the Divine Kingdom to be somewhat stretched thin."

It seems that guy is me.

Fang Zuo touched his chin.

"I'll take you to the Heavenly Pine in the Kingdom of God," said Lady Hachisha. "You should be one of the awakened ones who succeeded in the plan. You need to go there for testing."

Pine in the sky?
"Come on, the airship is about to land." Mrs. Hachiya turned and left.

Behind him followed a group of guards in samurai uniforms.

Seeing that Lady Hachisha seemed to be very concerned about this weak guy, everyone looked at her with jealousy.

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The Catholic heaven.

A huge ring-shaped disk floats high in the sky.

It is several kilometers wide.

Rotating slowly.

Unknown runes were engraved on the ring, emitting a blue light.

The space inside the ring kept fluctuating.

A rotating vortex-shaped creature, wearing a suit of armor made of blue crystal, was crawling on the ring-shaped disk.

Various obscure syllables were uttered towards the fluctuating space in the ring.

"Master, we had successfully brought back the Zealot I, but this time an intruder broke in from the warp anchor point and took the Zealot I away again." The swirling creature within the crystal armor churned violently.

"That invader was extremely powerful. The Angel Legion lost over 10,000 Archangels and over a dozen War Colossi. Before the Holy Spirits arrived, the invader had already escaped through the Incense Barrier."

The space inside the annular disk fluctuated even more violently.

A crystal tip slowly floated up in the circular disk that was several kilometers in size.

Then a chair made of a huge crystal slowly appeared.

Sitting on this throne carved from a crystal stone that is nearly several kilometers in size is a giant creature with four limbs but no facial features.

The whole body is dark blue.

He also wore armor made of crystal.

The armor was carved with intricate, recessed patterns.

From time to time, a blue energy flows along the lines.

The armor was a bit tattered and the patterns were intermittent.

As a result, the blue energy couldn't connect. This incredibly large creature was half paralyzed on the massive crystal throne.

Countless fleshy tentacles drooped on its head.

like a statue.

"Didn't the incense barrier close the beehive?" A majestic yet weak voice echoed.

"Master, we were a step too late. The intruder seems to be very familiar with the structure of Heaven. Although this is his first time here, he must have been to other places before."

The huge creature drooped, and a fleshy tentacle on its head slowly raised up and lightly touched the space.

A little space ripple appeared and disappeared with the ripple.

A huge holographic projection appeared.

lifelike.

In the holographic projection, Fang Zuozheng used the Ashura Mingwang body to blow up a huge war statue with one punch.

This was clearly a war giant made of various metal and rock shapes, but it died with blood and flesh flying everywhere and wailing.

Fang Zuo turned around and used his spiritual pressure to crush the archangels who were besieging him.

Corpses fell from the sky.

Then a huge golden hand appeared and smashed a crystal weapon in the distance, killing several archangels in the process.

"It's him???" The majestic voice was shocked.

"Why does he still exist in this world???"

"Why didn't he leave???"

"No, it's not him. His realm is too low. Who is he???"

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Yua Mikami sat at the large conference table with a very unhappy look on her face.

As a cash flow company under the Mitsui Group, Toyota's recent financial reports are not good.

The new person in charge of Mitsui Industries, the young and beautiful Ayaka Kawakita, really seems to be completely indifferent.

He didn't even come to the meeting.

Doesn't she know how much wealth she will lose if Toyota really goes bankrupt?

What a strange woman.

The old man in front of me, Tetsuya Tada, was speaking eloquently in front of a group of shareholders in the conference room.

But the more he talked, the uglier Mikami Yua's expression became.

Not to mention the shareholders.

As Toyota's chief engineer, Tetsuya Tada has been with the Toyota Group for decades.

The purpose of inviting him here this time was to let him talk about Toyota's future strategy and increase the confidence of shareholders.

But he kept praising the cars of BYD, Toyota's biggest rival and the culprit behind the recent profit decline.

Especially the BYD Ocean series that has just entered Japan.

The old engineer's praise for the rival's car made the shareholders' faces grow increasingly gloomy.

"That's enough." Mikami Yuya knocked on the table: "Get out."

"Yes!" Tetsuya Tada walked out somewhat confused.

I haven’t finished my PPT yet.

Mikami Yuya took a deep breath.

Rubbed his eyebrows.

The assistant next to him handed over a document.

Mikami Yua looked at the information and felt even worse.

The two major conglomerates of Mitsui and Sumitomo, which he had tried hard to organize to form an investment bank, were blocked by Sumitomo.

As Japan's domestic economy continues to decline.

Yuya Mikami is eager to integrate the resources of the two major conglomerates in his hands, establish an investment bank, and strive to invest in overseas markets to gain profits.

Haven’t those old guys at Sumitomo already agreed to it?

Why do you suddenly regret it?

Yua Mikami keenly sensed that something was wrong.

There must be some other forces involved.

Russia's tycoons have had their funds frozen and have had a hard time recently, not to mention that they rarely extend their money to Japan.

India's super-rich man is still swallowing up the entire Indian market, hoping to become the dictator of all industries in India for generations.

Those European families are already struggling with their own problems and have recently been overwhelmed by energy issues.

Apart from other Japanese conglomerates, the only ones who could stop their integration were several American families.

Who is it?
She ended the meeting quickly.

Stand up and see off the shareholders.

I pondered silently for a while.

He said to the assistant behind him, "Send invitations to those old guys at the Sumitomo Group. Tell them that I, Yuya Mikami, as a junior, am inviting them to a banquet. Please do me the honor of going now!!"

"Yes!" The assistant wrote it down and turned to leave.

Yua Mikami sat back in her chair and took out her cell phone with some difficulty.

He sighed heavily.

Then he turned on his phone.

Looking at the several missed calls from my father, I bit my lower lip and called back.

"Father!" The moment the call was connected, Yua Mikami's expression changed and she called out affectionately.

"What? You know I'm your father, but you didn't answer my calls?" The head of the Mikami family said coldly.

"Oh, I was wrong. I was in a meeting. Please forgive me, Father." Yua Mikami said coquettishly.

"I'll forgive you if you bring me a child." The head of the Mikami family added, "It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's that person's!"

"But he doesn't even return my calls, how can I give birth?" Yua Mikami replied with a blushing face.

"Mikami Yuya, you are a woman, a young and beautiful woman at that. Where is your charm? Where are your methods? You can't even woo a man. I can't imagine how you can lead the Mikami family." The head of the Mikami family said in a deep voice:
"I didn't ask you to control him. It's impossible for a man like him to do that. I only asked you to seduce him, but you couldn't even do it. How could I possibly trust you with the position of head of the Mikami family?"

"If you can't do it, just tell me earlier. I might as well find a young woman with good genes and have another child. I can train him for 20 years and let him be the head of the family. I think I can live that long."

"Father~~~!!!" Yua Mikami stomped her feet coquettishly.

"I'm not kidding you, Mikami Yuya. I hope to hear good news from you next time I call you. Otherwise, I'll go and have another child right away."

"You will never be able to take the position of the head of the Mikami family. All resources will be given to him!!!"

After hearing my father's stern voice from the microphone, the phone was hung up with a beep.

Yua Mikami sat down on the stool.

The two plump and perky buttocks kept squeezing the chair.

She could tell that her father was really angry.

But what can I do? That damn guy didn’t even reply to my message.

Yua Mikami took out her cell phone and looked at the call logs.

I called him more than 30 times, but he didn't answer.

Is he dead?

She dialed another number angrily.

busy tone.

Dial again.

still the same.

"I'm so pissed off~~~!" Mikami Yuya's face flushed red with anger, and she stood up: "Damn this guy, is the phone meant to be used for fun?"

"Miss, the invitation has been prepared. Would you like to take a look at it? Should I send it to you now?" The assistant came over.

"Bullshit, let those old guys die." Yua Mikami walked towards the private elevator angrily.

The assistant knew that the young lady was in a bad mood and was not a fool, so he quickly moved aside.

Send the invitation first, otherwise when his anger subsides, he will cause trouble for himself.

Yua Mikami walked out of the elevator and drove her valuable black Bugatti [Voice of the Night] customized version. She stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the basement with the huge roar of the engine.

The flames coming out of the exhaust pipe represent her mood.

Direction: Tokyo Women's University!!!
Goal: Kill that man!!!
"This damn guy better not be there, otherwise, I... I..." Yuya Mikami stepped on the accelerator in frustration.

It seems like I can’t do anything to him!!

This damn man!!

I will kill you!!!

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Masami Miura took care of her father's body, sent it to the funeral home, and then returned home.

exhausted.

I didn't dare to look at my lying father for even a second, let alone stay in that place.

I have to send out an obituary when I get back to inform my father's relatives, friends and all the family members.

Then there will be a farewell party.

When I passed by the courtyard, the bloodstains on the ground had already been cleaned up.

But she seemed to see her father still lying on the ground, glaring at her fiercely.

This scene made Masami Miura's hair stand on end. He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly walked in.

Just walked into the hall and was about to go upstairs.

"Don't leave."

A cold voice was heard from the dark hall.

Then the hall lights came on.

Governor Miura walked over with a cold expression, holding the family whip that Miura Yoshihisa often used.

"Snapped."

A fierce whip fell on Masami Miura's body.

“Ah~~!” Miura Masami screamed and glared at Governor Miura: “What are you doing? Governor Miura!!”

"Sister, I want to know how our father died." Governor Miura said coldly.

"I've already told you I don't know either. It's very likely that he fell while taking care of the potted plants himself." Masami Miura shouted, touching the area where he was whipped.

"Impossible. My father has never liked new surroundings, so that low, old, hollow fence has never been replaced," Governor Miura said expressionlessly. "He's spent decades in that room and on that balcony. He's so familiar with it that he could even cover his eyes. How could he accidentally fall in?"

"Also," Governor Miura said, "the servants said that before my father died, you were the only one who saw him, and you had a big argument."

"I want to hear the truth! My dear sister, please don't drive me crazy!!"

“You know when I’m crazy.”

(End of this chapter)