Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Is this guy a pervert?

Or are these shoes really that valuable?
Sakura Kurumi and Hatoyama Yumemi watched as Zhang Yingxian carefully put away Fang Zuo's shoes as if they were precious treasures.

For a moment, they forgot their grudges and looked at each other blankly.

"What are you looking at, you idiot? Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" Zhang Yingxian glanced at Hatoyama Yumemi: "The way you licked my lips just now could have saved me from getting a couple of pimples on my face."

"Don't believe me? Look at this Director Sakura Kurumi, isn't her skin much better than yours?"

"They eat the True Lord's food every day. Their saliva will be the same decades from now."

"I'm not a woman, for crying out loud. If I were a woman, I'd cling to Zhenjun no matter what."

Yumemi Hatoyama was taken aback.

Look at Sakura Kurumi.

Speaking of which, this Sakura Kurumi-tei is staying up all night every day.

This is common knowledge among Japanese civil servants.

Both are women.

They're about the same age.

If I stay up all night, my face will look like a haggard old woman.

It was withered and yellow.

And she also had two huge dark circles under her eyes.

Moreover, this Sakura Kurumi often personally leads teams on missions.

Exposed to wind and sun.

How come her skin is still so delicate, fair, and supple, like it could be broken with a touch?

Her skin was as smooth as white porcelain, and you couldn't even see a single pore.

Not to mention dark circles and wrinkles.

"What are you looking at?" Sakura Kurumi hooked her arm around Fang Zuo's neck, her two red lips defiantly pressing a soft kiss onto Fang Zuo's lips.

Then they slowly separated.

"Alright, stop rambling on about other nonsense! What brings you to Japan? How are those old guys doing?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Reporting to True Lord, it's all good. Those old fellows cultivate the Tao on the mountain and wash their feet at the foot of the mountain, living a carefree life," Zhang Yingxian said respectfully.
"The reason I came to Japan in this way, Lord, is that some important matters have come to us for help. After much consideration, the higher-ups asked us to help if we could."

He then recounted the whole story.

Only then did Hatoyama Yumemi realize that this guy had come to capture the murderer who massacred the Shintoists.

She also watched the video of the murderer; she had never encountered such a formidable person before.

I never expected Mr. Zhang to be so confident.

“I’ve seen that flying corpse before. Let’s keep it; I still need it. Don’t make things difficult for it,” Fang Zuo said. “Besides, most of the zombies in the country have been caught these days. It’s rare to find someone willingly walking the path of the corpse. Let’s grant his wish and leave a legacy for the cultivators.”

“Yes!!” Zhang Yingxian bowed her head and replied.

"As for the Shinto Church, consider your mission complete. Their Holy Maiden is here anyway," Fang Zuo said, pinching Ying Kong Hu Tao's earlobe.

"I'll send you an official letter later to take back and complete the mission..."

"Also, you need to return to China immediately and do something for me."

"Yes," Zhang Yingxian replied, her expression immediately becoming even more serious upon hearing that Fang Zuo had something to tell her.

Fang Zuo gently tapped Zhang Yingxian's head: "Understand?"

Zhang Yingxian stared wide-eyed, rubbing her hands excitedly: "Yes, it's True Lord! I'll do it right away and book a flight back immediately."

"Mr. Zhang, what about the affairs of our Hatoyama family?" Hatoyama Yumemi panicked upon hearing this: "If you leave, what will we do?"

With just one sentence from the man, Mr. Zhang went back home, even though his father was still waiting for him.
"Just wait, I don't have time to deal with you right now," Zhang Yingxian waved her hand impatiently, too lazy to say another word.

The other person bowed to the left and hurriedly ran out the door.

Fang Zuo patted Ying Kong Hu Tao's little face: "I have something to take care of. Wait for my message."

Sakura Kurumi obediently nodded, propped herself up, and kissed Fang Zuo.

The next second, Fang Zuo disappeared.

Yumeji Hatoyama was startled when she saw Fang Zuo suddenly disappear.

Japan does have its own so-called "escape techniques."

But frankly, it's all just pretense and a smokescreen.

You also need a whole bunch of pre-operation hand gestures.

But this man just left without a word, disappearing without any explanation.

In his words.

Even the murderer who massacred the Shintoists was allowed to control life and death at his disposal.

Yumemi Hatoyama stared at Kurumi Sakura with a cold expression and gritted teeth.

Why do I always end up getting rejected by this woman?

How lucky she is.

My looks and demeanor are no less than hers.
"Why are you looking at me? Everyone's gone, why aren't you leaving?" Sakura Kurumi sneered. "Are you really going to stay and let me do your nails? Forget it, I'm afraid you won't do them well."

Hatoyama Yumemi's face turned pale and then red, but she didn't reply or refute.

Deep down, they wanted to reconcile with the other party, since there wasn't much of a deep-seated feud between them.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

All I could do was shut my mouth and turn away.

"By the way, I'll release Kana Morisawa soon. I advise you to stop trying to take her; she's just a pawn in my man's game," Kurumi Sakura said calmly.

“I understand. I will have her file removed from the Ministry of Public Security.” Yumemi Hatoyama stopped at the door, her back to Kurumi Sakura, and said:

"However, I can't guarantee anything with Prime Minister Seiba Shigeo."

"Two Japanese police units are in your and my hands, how can he arrest them? Will he go and arrest them himself?" Sakura Kurumi sneered.

"Besides, he's about to step down and start the election for the next Japanese prime minister."

"Based on his current poll numbers, even if he were to run again, he has no chance of winning."

Without saying a word, Hatoyama Yumemi walked out.

now.

Inside a suite at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Four pairs of eyes are exchanging fire in the air.

The battle raged fiercely, with both sides exchanging blows.

The catgirl sisters and the twin beauties were glaring at each other with their beautiful eyes bared in a fierce and menacing manner.

Kawano Ayaka rested her chin on her hand, sat on a stool to the side, looked at both sides, and sighed.

"So, Lord Demon just wanted us to take you guys out to play," the catgirl said angrily. "You dare call him 'Dad,' even though we're not related by blood!"

"So what if I want to yell? Daddy Daddy Daddy!! I'll make you so mad!! Hehehehe!!" Akechi Fuka made a face and stuck out her tongue.

"Hey~~~ Sister, why are you so angry?" The catgirl sister chewed on her cheek and stuffed a handful of snacks into her sister's mouth: "We can go out and play too."

Meanwhile, Akechi looked curiously at the catgirl sisters' tails, then at their ears, her eyes filled with envy.

"You, you, you!! All you ever think about is eating!!" The catgirl sister angrily reached out her little hand to pull her younger sister's cheek.
"Ugh, so stupid. Look at them, they're all adults. Why are they still clinging to the Demon Lord? They're not even related by blood."

"Why should I call the devil 'Daddy'?!"

"And those sisters traveled all the way from North America to settle in Tokyo, didn't you ever wonder why?"

"Why?" The catgirl sister was taken aback. "Isn't Tokyo more fun?"

The catgirl older sister, exasperated, poked her younger sister's head with her finger and then said to Kawano Ayaka:

"Fox-chan, you're just standing there like an idiot, aren't you going to help me?"

“But Fang-kun told us to take them to Tokyo for fun!” Kawano Ayaka shook her head: “We can’t argue!!”

"You!!! Ugh!! You're so stupid." The catgirl stared helplessly at the suite's ceiling with her beautiful eyes: "I'm so angry. I'm really afraid of teammates who are as incompetent as pigs!!!"

Kawano Ayaka gently jumped down from the high stool, taking Akechi Fuka's hand with one hand and Akechi Aoi's hand with the other.

These twin beauties felt that she had an irresistible charm.

She obediently stretched out her little hand so she could hold it.

"As a woman, if you want to win a man's heart, you must wholeheartedly consider his needs." Kawano Ayaka shook her head: "Not competing is the real competition."

After saying that, he turned to the twin girls and said, "Let's go, there are still a few places in Tokyo where you can see cherry blossoms at dusk. I'll show you around."

He looked you up and down and said, "You guys are dressed too American-style, all T-shirts and jeans, it doesn't look good at all. How about I take you to buy some school uniforms?"

"Really? That's great!!! I've wanted to wear a JK uniform for so long." Akechi Aoi excitedly clenched her fists and placed them under her chin, her eyes sparkling.

"I don't want a schoolgirl uniform, I want anime-style clothing, I want to dye my hair pink!!!" Akechi Fuka shouted.

“No problem!! Let’s go!!” Kawano Ayaka said with a smile.

"Yay!!!" The twin sisters cheered and ran out the door.

"Let's go!" Kawano Ayaka turned back to the catgirl sisters and said, "Look how much better this is, don't just stand there like an idiot."

"Sister, aren't we leaving yet?" The catgirl sister chewed her cheek and looked at her dazed sister with a puzzled expression.

"Why does Fox-chan's line sound so familiar?" The catgirl frowned, thinking carefully.

"Hey~~~ Sister, your memory is terrible! Isn't this the TV series we watched last night to learn Chinese?" The catgirl sister gave her a look that said, "You're so forgetful."

"Yes!!!" The catgirl clapped her hands hard: "No wonder it looked so familiar, I almost fell for Fox-chan's trick again!!"

In the Koizumi family's council chamber, the elders of the family, the current generation of Koizumi family members, and other members of parliament were all seated.

"What??? You want your wife, Takikawa Masami, to run in your place? Shinjiro, do you know what you're saying? Your father, Koizumi Junichiro, hasn't been dead for long." The white-haired elder shook his head angrily.

"How could you say something so stupid? No!! Absolutely not!!"

Opposition arose throughout the council chamber.

"That's right!! How could the Koizumi family allow an outsider to run for prime minister!!!"

"Shinjiro, how could you have such an absurd idea?"

"Indeed, if your father finds out, he'll die with his eyes wide open in disbelief!!!"

"Everyone, listen carefully to what I have to say," Shinjiro Koizumi said coldly. "Let me finish speaking before you speak."

His wife was right.

As the head of the family, he faces opposition to everything he does.

Before he could even finish a sentence, these guys started interrupting.

It seems we really need to get rid of these old guys eventually.

"Speak!! Shinjiro, let's see what you can say!!" The only elder of the Koizumi family slammed his cane down hard.

"My poll results are out, and you've all seen them," said Shinjiro Koizumi. "It's only 18%, far lower than Nosuke Abe and Nagimitsu Shiraishi."

"It's safe to say that no matter how much they manipulate things, even if they can beat Shiraishi Nagi, they absolutely cannot beat Abe Nojaku."

“Her political background, connections and financial resources were already slightly superior to those of our Koizumi family. After my father’s death, the Abe family’s influence surpassed ours even further.”

"I believe everyone agrees with what I've said."

The entire council chamber fell silent.

Everyone thought this patriarch was muddle-headed and clueless, but unexpectedly he still had his own political analysis.

"So, since this is a losing situation, why should I participate?" Koizumi Shinjiro looked around smugly when he saw that no one was speaking.

The voice grew increasingly louder:

“If I force myself to run for office, it will only deplete the Koizumi family’s financial resources and connections, and will also consume a lot of political resources and trump cards.”

"Instead of that, I'd rather settle for second best and have my wife, Masami Takikawa, run for office in my place."

"My wife, Masami Takikawa, has recently demonstrated her remarkable talent in the media. Her appearances on these shows have boosted the ratings."

"And her popularity is now catching up with that of Abe no Suzume and Shiraishi Nagihiko."

"I made this decision after careful consideration, and there are three advantages:"

"First, I'll have my wife participate in this election that we're bound to lose, using her popularity to attract some votes and lay the foundation for my next election."

"Secondly, this would avoid excessively depleting the Koizumi family's campaign resources, allowing me to instead run for parliament."

"Third, we can get Takigawa Masami to support Abe Nosuke in exchange for some political resources, such as a list of one or more cabinet ministers for the Koizumi family."

"So, what do you all think?"

All the members of the Koizumi family who participated in the meeting looked at each other.

For a moment, they were all somewhat convinced by Shinjiro Koizumi's ideas.

Have to admit.

Shinjiro Koizumi makes a lot of sense.

Since it was an election they were bound to lose, this was indeed the only way to gain the Koizumi family the greatest political advantage.

I used to think that this patriarch was too fond of pleasure.

This led to a period of decline in Koizumi family politics.

His political strategy now appears to be quite sound.

"Shinjiro, it seems you have really thought this through!" The elder of the family said in a deep voice, "I misunderstood you. I thought you were indulging in pleasure and didn't want to take on the political responsibilities of the Koizumi family."

“Of course not.” Shinjiro Koizumi said righteously, “The blood of the Koizumi family flows in my veins. From the day I was born, I have carried the hopes of the Koizumi family. I will definitely make the Koizumi family the number one political family in Japan.”

"Alright, I agree with your idea this time. Let's do it your way." The old man paused, then said earnestly, "But you must be sure that you can keep your wife firmly under your control."

"You can all rest assured about that," Shinjiro Koizumi said proudly. "From the first day Takikawa Masami married into the Koizumi family, she has treated me like her own god and has never dared to disobey me."

The elders of the Koizumi family exchanged glances.

They all nodded in unison.

Since the head of the family has said so.

This is the only way.

But something just seems off?

There are things I can't quite put my finger on.

After finishing his meeting, Shinjiro Koizumi excitedly ran into the back room.

His wife, Masami Takikawa, was dressed in a kimono and looked stunningly beautiful.

But I just...
The joy instantly dispelled the regret in Koizumi Shinjiro's heart.

He took off his headphones.

He gripped Takikawa Masami's hands tightly.

"Your method was truly excellent, Yami!!! You're amazing! Everything happened exactly as you predicted," Koizumi Shinjiro said with a smile.

"It was so satisfying to see those old guys speechless after I said that!"

“Do you know? Ever since my father died, I, the so-called head of the family, have been lectured and criticized by them every time we hold a meeting.”

"These old bastards are even worse than my dead father!!!"

"From now on, Shinjiro, you can focus on drinking, going to nightclubs, creating manga, and doing whatever you want," Takikawa Masami said with a smile.

Without making a sound, she withdrew her small hands.

Disgusted, I wiped myself behind my back.

Then I took off my headphones as well.

Looking at Shinjiro Koizumi's excited expression.

He sneered in his heart.

This piece of trash!!!

Even speaking in public requires remote control.

Say one sentence and repeat it.

What a useless piece of trash!!

However, this is just right.

That idiot actually thinks I'm doing this for his own good.

Takikawa Masami strolled towards her room.

Everything went exactly as I had imagined.

really.

Japanese politics and the entertainment industry are not so different.

If he were to run for prime minister this time, he could boost his popularity to its peak.

He will take all of the Koizumi family's political resources.

then.

He then offered Abe Nosuke a cabinet minister position in exchange.

And her stupid husband is still counting on the next election.

Doesn't he know that his popularity will only increase in the next election?

Political appeals far exceeded his.

Masami Takikawa entered the bathroom.

I turned on the tap and carefully washed my hands, which had just been held.

My thoughts had already drifted to that man.

Fang Zuojun.
She bit her lower lip and looked at the bathroom mirror.

My reflection in the mirror is muddy.
Her face was flushed.

I couldn't wait to message him.

I invited him to meet and share my joy.

Meanwhile, Fang Zuo was observing Japan's divine barrier from the void.

The incense offerings remained tightly shut.

However, I can clearly feel that several gaps are getting bigger and bigger.

It seems that the power in Japan that represents its own entanglements is increasing.

He had already retrieved the long sword.

We are confident that we can break through this barrier of incense offerings.

The only thing to consider is the direct confrontation with the remaining few primordial gods.

And there are countless warriors of the divine kingdom.

Even the smallest ants, when numbered to an extreme, can overwhelm an elephant.

Moreover, in the divine realm, they can be reborn infinitely. (End of Chapter)