Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 91 Junko's Emotions

This group of men in black had their hair combed back, wore black jackets, and dressed like a biker gang.

With a 'clang' sound.

Kick away any obstacles that stand in your way.

"Who are you?" Sannomiya Junko angrily picked up the wooden sign that was kicked down.

"Miss Sannomiya Junko, do you think we can't find you if you run away here? Why? Are you trying to escape your father's debt?"

The leading man in black with dyed yellow hair kicked the sign down again.

"What are you talking about?" Sannomiya Junko lifted the wooden sign again and moved it behind her. "What does my father's debt have to do with me?"

"Tsk tsk, what a cruel daughter!" The man in black took out a piece of A4 paper and said, "Look for yourself. This is your signature. You are the guarantor for your father's financial loan."

"What? How could that be?" Sannomiya Junko pushed up her glasses, took it, looked at the signature, and her face turned pale. She hurriedly glanced over the terms and conditions: "Wasn't it medical insurance? When did it become a financial loan?"

"You are committing fraud!" Sannomiya Junko clenched her fists angrily. "I am a police officer. This is fraudulent behavior and the court will not support it."

"No, no, no, Miss Sannomiya Junko, it was your father who defrauded you." The man in the black jacket and the yellow-haired man stepped forward and said, "We have video footage, and someone explained the terms to your father point by point."

"He is absolutely aware of the matter. As for you being a guarantor, that is your father's problem."

"You can sue your father, but before that, you must pay the money back."

"Don't even mention you resigned. Even if you're still a police officer, you still have to pay back the money you owe."

Sannomiya Junko stepped back, shook her head, and said with difficulty: "Such a high interest rate, the court will not support it."

"You can sue us, but you still have to pay back the money first." The yellow-haired man in the black jacket punched the counter that was still under renovation.

'clang'.

Aluminum and glass were broken all over the floor.

"I, I don't have any money." Junko Sannomiya was so scared that her face turned pale and she took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

"Don't push us, Miss Sannomiya Junko. We'll come back tomorrow and give you a day to borrow it, or you can come and work in our nightclub." The yellow-haired man looked Sannomiya Junko up and down and said, "With your conditions, if you take off your glasses, you can become a popular 'Oiran'."

"Don't even think about escaping. Every street in Kansai and Kanto has people from our financial company."

"It's no use running away anywhere."

After saying that, he tilted his head and punched the wall again.

Debris flew.

A big hole appeared in the wall.

Then walk out the door.

Fang Zuo felt a little strange after watching all this.

These guys are obviously monsters.

Are all the monsters involved in gangs now?

After a wisp of divine consciousness attached itself to the yellow-haired man.

Fang Zuo cast an illusion on himself and walked over.

Junko Sannomiya squatted on the ground with her small body, cleaning up the mess in the store.

Suddenly a figure squatted down and helped her clean up.

A young stranger with ordinary appearance.

"Thank you." Junko Sannomiya said gratefully.

"It's okay," the stranger said. "Miss, I saw it nearby. Does your father owe a lot of money?"

"Yes, he has been owing money since I was old enough to understand. We have always helped him pay it back, but now I won't help him pay it back anymore."

Junko Sannomiya took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the stains on the signboard of "方左の右右".

However, after the wooden sign was kicked down several times, there were obvious scratches on the words that could not be wiped off no matter how hard you tried.

Why can’t it be wiped off?

As Junko Sannomiya was wiping her tears, suddenly tears began to fall.

It blurred the frame, and then dripped onto the sign in strings.

I feel so wronged.

Why can’t I wipe it off?

After burying my mother.

Came here.

He used his only savings to open a small baking shop.

I thought I had a new life.

But how come it has turned out like this before it even started?

You are so useless.

Sannomiya Junko. She only knows how to cry, and she's not allowed to cry.

Junko Sannomiya bit her lower lip tightly.

Don't let yourself cry out loud.

"Let me do it." The strange young man picked up the handkerchief and wiped it gently, and the scratch disappeared.

“It’s just a little bit of dirt.”

The stranger said, handing over the wooden sign.

Junko Sannomiya took it, touched it with her fair little hand and looked at it carefully.

They have indeed all disappeared.

She held the wooden sign in her arms.

He wiped away his tears and forced a smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," the stranger said. "Is this important to you?"

"Yes." Sannomiya Junko nodded: "It's very important."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't know what to do." Junko Sannomiya shook her head.

"Don't worry, I know the boss of these people. They won't harass you again tomorrow." The stranger stood up and wanted to pat Junko Sannomiya's little head.

Junko Sannomiya hurriedly dodged.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to people doing this." Junko Sannomiya also stood up and bowed deeply.

Although I don't know whether what this stranger said is true or false.

But I am very grateful to him.

"It's okay, just open your shop with peace of mind." The strange young man said this and left.

Junko Sannomiya chased after him half-believingly, and looked around but there was no trace of the stranger.

Inside the Bonsai Museum in Edogawa Ward.

A beautiful woman wearing black mourning clothes, white socks and wooden clogs is pruning potted plants.

Occasionally, when she bent down to sort the weeds, a pair of plump, smooth, white breasts hung out from under her clothes.

The hem of her mourning dress was tied around her thighs.

Revealing smooth calves.

"Ma'am, is it really right for us to come here from Guanxi?" An old man with tattoos on both arms knelt on the ground, his head pressed to the ground, and said respectfully, "I always feel that everything here is so unfamiliar."

"I know what you mean." The beautiful woman shook her head. "But there's no place for us in Guanxi anymore."

"After my husband died, you old guys are the only ones in the Yamaguchi group who still listen to me."

"Those young guys don't take us seriously, especially since our territory in Kansai is becoming more and more consolidated, they are taking me less and less seriously."

"Only by coming to Kanto to open up new territory will I be of use to these young guys."

"Besides, only by entering a new battlefield can we deplete the strength of these guys."

“We have a chance to take power back.”

The old man said guiltily: "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. It's all our fault that we old guys are so useless."

"It's not your fault. Everyone gets old."

"It's also good now. By packaging the Yamaguchi-gumi under the guise of a financial company, the government will only see a decrease in the number of people registered with the organization."

The beautiful woman stood up and wiped the sweat from her head.

Suddenly she was stunned.

A complicated expression appeared on his face.

"Madam, are you okay?" The old man looked up.

The beautiful woman shook her head: "It's okay."

"Sure enough, the tough guys came and that group of young guys just disappeared."

The beautiful woman smiled happily.

She went into the house and came out again after a while.

He took a piece of paper and gave it to the old man.

The old man took it and saw a few lines of handwriting on it.

[Tell our people not to touch a girl named Sannomiya Junko.]

【But there's no need to notify those guys' subordinates. 】