People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

In a large manor with luxurious decoration.

Abe Noja, wearing a tight-fitting yoga suit in red bean paste color, got out of the Rolls-Royce.

Strolled in.

Seductive and sexy.

She wore a small red vest that revealed part of her waist, shoulders and arms.

European-style makeup, bean paste-colored lipstick of the same color, and long wavy hair draped over the exposed, smooth back.

A pair of diamond studs on the ears.

Two deep arcs arched out from the opening of the tight vest at the chest.

The plump and full buttocks stretched the yoga pants into the shape of a red heart.

Two plump wine glass legs are tightly wrapped in yoga pants, with obvious bracket lines.

Abe Noja was wearing high-heeled sandals and standing with her instep straight.

Walking in various postures.

With every step, the leg muscles inflated the thin fabric, and the lines were extremely smooth and toned.

The two plump and full buttocks behind her were rolling up and down, creating waves of flesh.

In the hall of the manor

Hundreds of Abe family members, wearing black mourning clothes, knelt in an orderly manner on both sides.

At the end of the hall decorated in European style.

A huge deity tablet stands in the large shrine.

A group of tribesmen wiped their tears and cried loudly.

The family elder received news from the shrine not long ago.

An ancestral tablet enshrined by the Abe family at Sapporo Shrine in Hokkaido.

Broken.

The gods of Abe's ancestors were annihilated from then on.

All the tribesmen burst into tears as if the sky had fallen.

'Tap...tap...tap.'

The crisp sound of high heels rang out on the marble floor.

Everyone looked up in surprise.

Who is so rude as to dare to attend the memorial service wearing high heels?

When they saw the person coming at the door and her clothes, they were all stunned.

"Abe... Naija!" An old man at the front stood up and pointed a trembling finger at Abe Naija. "How dare you come to the memorial service dressed like this? How audacious!"

"What else? Like you? What's the point? He's dead anyway, old man. Forget it. Who are you trying to show off to?"

Abe Nojaku sneered, his left hand elegantly supporting his right elbow, and his right hand lifted up to his right shoulder.

Kinnosuke Asai behind him hurriedly handed over a lit cigarette.

Abe Nojaku held it in his hand, took a deep breath, and blew out smoke rings while looking at the shrine.

Another old man stood up and said, "But this is, after all, a memorial service for the annihilation of the ancestral spirits. In front of the spirits, you must maintain respect no matter what."

"Respect?" Abe Noque sneered, "I only respect those who can give me something in return. What's there to respect about a weak ancestor like this who would be annihilated even if he became a god?"

All the tribesmen looked up at Abe Nojaku in disbelief, with angry expressions on their faces.

"You...you are simply a traitor." Another old man stood up, a ray of light flew up behind him, and a black samurai sword slowly emerged.

Abe Nojaku held a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand, slightly opened his red lips, and snorted coldly.

Several huge forces rose up from behind him, crushing the samurai sword to pieces.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"I confiscated his branch's shares in the Abe family's industrial enterprises."

Abe Nojaku glanced coldly at his family members and said, "If anyone else wants to accuse me, I welcome them..."

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look her in the eye.

Abe Nojaku's gaze slowly returned to the two old men. "You two? Huh?"

The two old men felt a chill in their hearts, sighed, and slowly sat down: "After all, you are our head of the family, we have no objection."

"Heh." Abe Noja walked into the shrine in high heels.

Step, step, step.

After approaching, he picked up the god tablet, looked at it, and casually threw it on the shrine table: "You can't even protect yourself, and you still want me to respect you."

"Next time, don't call me for such boring things." Abe Nojaku blew out a smoke ring elegantly and turned around suddenly.

The huge fat buttocks in the yoga pants shook up and down in protest.

"You guys should also disperse. As members of the Abe family, make good money for the family."

In the basement of Chiyoda Park Villa.

Abe Noja, who had just returned, knelt on the ground devoutly.

Changed into a white kimono.

Looking at the coffin in the Shi Gen Dragon-Chopping Formation, it was still constantly absorbing the incense from the Meiji Shrine above.

A yellow talisman on the coffin fell off again and slowly combusted.

Abe Nojaku's bare face without makeup was full of enthusiasm.

"You're right. The so-called gods are just parasites that only eat incense."

"Equally weak, equally annihilated!"

"Everyone, every self, must be his own god!"

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Fang Zuo was sitting on the Shinkansen returning early in the morning.

The harvest this time was enormous.

After refining the spirit and soul, regulate your breathing along the way.

The condition of the Nascent Soul has improved a lot.

Not only that.

Fang Zuo noticed that after just a few days, the concentration of spiritual energy around him had increased again.

Although the degree of improvement is too small, almost non-existent.

But it is still a very abnormal phenomenon.

Turn on your phone.

Many text messages from Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

He patiently recounted the various trivial things that happened to him.

Ask Fang Zuohui if he will come back for dinner.

Share your happiness with Fang Zuo.

When he met a disgusted congressman, he hid in the bathroom and cursed Fang Zuo.

He also secretly took some ugly photos of them and sent them to Fang Zuo with a smile.

Posting various things that happened during the day.

What a disgusting food.

The fruit is so sweet.

There are also various photos and selfies.

I never asked Fang Zuo to reply to my text messages.

However, Yingkong Kurumi's various text messages of missing her were sent late at night.

It seems I have been busy all night and haven't slept.

Every time I feel like biting Fang Zuo.

Hoping Fang Zuo would call back.

Then he sent Fang Zuo some horrifying photos of the crime scene.

He took a selfie making a face.

Pouting.

There is only one piece of information about Hebei Caiya.

[I...I've learned how to use the computer to check out. Hmm...am I smart?]

There was a strange text message in the middle.

【Are you there? 】

And then there was no further text.

Fang Zuo was suspicious. Who was this?

There is another one below that was marked as sister-in-law's not long ago.

[Sister-in-law: Fujino, I'm going to Tokyo for some business in a few days. I'll let you know the exact time. Remember to pick me up at the airport.]

Fang Zuo touched his chin.

This guy.

I heard that I had an aunt, so how come there is also a sister-in-law?

Chapter 108

Fang Zuo got off the Shinkansen and arrived at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Still in that large executive suite.

The bald old man was lying on the two naked women as usual, playing PS games, with red wine and fruits beside him.

The surprise this time was not the two young girls from last time, but two mature women.

Although she has a good appearance, she still has charm.

But it was so cooked that its belly drooped.

"What do you want me to do, sir?" When the bald old man saw Fang Zuo standing at the door, he quickly threw the handle aside.

He stood up, lowered his arms, and bowed respectfully.

At first, the two mature women under him were at a loss, but fortunately they were well trained. When they saw their master in this posture, they hurriedly lay on the ground and dared not look up.

"He has a wide range of interests and a rich taste." Fang Zuo walked in.

"Excuse me, sir. It's just a little hobby." The bald old man said with a smile.

Fang Zuo originally wanted to sit on the sofa as usual, but when he looked at it, he felt it was a bit dirty.

Just standing straight in front of the bald old man.

This abnormal behavior.

Instead, the bald old man was frightened and trembled all over, thinking that he had done something wrong again.

The black heart inside the clothes was beating rapidly, and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Fang Zuo looked at the dense beads of sweat on the bald old man's head in surprise.

Are you so scary?