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

Shen Muli's recent record of 21 wins in single combat has made all the gladiators afraid to talk to her casually.

Everyone knows that this woman, who becomes more and more beautiful the more you look at her, has a very bad temper.

Now she treats everyone she catches as the murderer of her father, and will challenge them to a duel if they disagree.

Master, where have you been? Are you okay?

Shen Muli punched the alloy target frantically.

I silently recited Fang Zuo's name in my heart.

Uncle Zhang said you will be fine, but I am still very worried about you.

Please show up soon and reply to my message.

Shen Muli's punches were getting faster and faster.

The mind moves the whole body, and qi and blood flow through it.

Shen Muli's mind went blank, and everyone around her noticed that she was not in good condition.

"That's not how you practice boxing."

Following a faint voice, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Looking for death." Shen Muli came back to her senses instantly. There were still people who were not afraid of death and dared to harass her.

She punched back viciously.

A big warm hand wrapped around my fist.

"Ouch, so fierce!!!" a familiar voice came.

Shen Muli's body trembled violently...

As if he couldn't believe it, he was afraid that when he looked back, it was all an illusion.

She walked into the lounge step by step with her arms hanging down and her head lowered.

"Oh, if you ignore me, I'll leave." Fang Zuo shrugged. It seemed that he was being too sentimental.

The words have not yet fallen.

A petite body slammed into his arms with great force.

“Wuwuwu!!! Master... Master!!! You are so mean! I am sweating all over. Why are you back at this hour? Wuwuwu!!”

Shenmuli cried very sadly, tears kept flowing out and dripping down her fair face.

My whole body was shaking.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the excitement drained all the strength in her body.

"You... haven't come... for a long time." Shen Muli sobbed and said, "I thought... you didn't want me anymore... Wuuuu... Wuuuu!!"

Fang Zuo rolled his eyes, as if he had never wanted her.

The crying sound suddenly stopped.

Shen Muli stopped sobbing and left Fang Zuo's arms as if she had discovered something. She looked at her wet T-shirt and put her nose close to the sweat stains and smelled them.

With a cry of "Wow", she cried even more sadly.

it stink! ! !

The master smelled it all!!

Fang Zuo patted Shenmuli's little head and looked her up and down. Why did he feel like something was wrong?

How come a pair of full curves became flat?

Shen Muli, with blurry eyes, saw Fang Zuo looking at her, moved closer and opened the collar of her T-shirt.

A faint smell of sweat and milk rushed out.

All I saw was a tight bra restraining these originally active curves.

"It's inconvenient to box if not like this." Shen Muli said with a sob.

Fang Zuo was about to speak when someone suddenly interrupted from behind.

"Master Fang...you are really here..."

A trembling and old voice came from behind.

Fang Zuo looked back.

An elderly monk in monk's robes was looking at him in disbelief.

When the old monk saw Fang Zuo turn his head and confirmed his appearance, he was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly fell to the ground.

"Greetings, Master Fang." The old monk prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Long time no see."

Erlong beside him was so scared that he didn't know what to do.

Master, what's going on?

Is this young man Master Fang?

The interior of the arena.

Fang Zuo sat on the cushion.

Zhang Benhe and the old monk prostrated themselves in front of Fang Zuo respectfully.

Erlong and Xiaosan followed and knelt behind.

Shen Muli stood beside Fang Zuo. She quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes. She hung a large towel around her neck and sniffed her body from time to time to see if there was any sour smell on it.

Fang Zuo had no expression on his face.

But Zhang Benhe and the old monk could feel his anger.

They trembled, looked at each other, and dared not speak.

"Tell me first, how did she know I was in Japan?" Fang Zuo asked Zhang Benhe indifferently.

"This..." Zhang Benhe hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "My second junior brother ran back to Europe and told my third junior brother in Europe about Master Fang's situation in Tokyo."

"Third Junior Brother has long admired Master Fang and has always considered him an idol. He spread the news back to China, so she... knew about it."

"Did she say anything?" Fang Zuo asked.

"She asked you to do something for her." Zhang Benhe took out a letter and handed it to Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo took it, tore open the envelope and took out the letter.

Written in elegant handwriting on it were the words: "You son of a bitch, you failed, didn't you? You deserved it!! Who told you to abandon me? If you can get me this thing in Japan, I'll forgive you a little, just a little."

Below were written a bunch of professional instruments that Fang Zuo couldn't understand.

Fang Zuo put the letter away and said to the old monk, "You can tell me your story now."

"Has your Buddhist sect fallen to this level? Are you so short of money? All the longevity deeds of thirteen temples in the country were actually bought by a Japanese man."

"It was all handled by the deacons of the various temples. The sums they paid were enormous. By the time we found out, it was too late." The old monk looked embarrassed. "Now there's a lot of shouting and cursing. We know we were wrong."

"Master Fang, please help us this time considering your connection with Buddhism." The old monk pleaded.

"Where can I find someone for you in Japan? I'm a monk, not an internet-connected camera." Fang Zuo said expressionlessly.

"Originally, I asked Junior Brother Zhang to help, but he has limited connections and hasn't been able to find Master Fang yet. I heard from someone that Master Fang is here, so I had no choice but to take advantage of this Sino-Japanese Buddhist cultural exchange and come here." The old monk said with a smile, "Master Fang is well-known in China for his connections and methods. I'm sure that in Japan, this will be a piece of cake for Master Fang."

Fang Zuo pondered for a moment.

"Okay, but there's a condition. I want a clay statue of Acala handed down from the White Horse Temple," Fang Zuo said.

"Ah...this..." The old monk raised his head and looked at Fang Zuo in surprise, then lowered his head hesitantly.

"Come on, I'm not afraid to tell you, those big shots above us are nowhere to be found, the Heaven Palace is empty, that's why I failed. Go back and ask those old guys in the Buddhist sect, they should have noticed something too." Fang Zuo said coldly:

"The incense offerings from China are probably being collected very slowly right now. The incense offerings from Buddhism and Taoism in Japan have all dissipated."

"I don't know what those big shots are doing out there right now, and they probably won't be coming back."

"Why do you still keep those? Besides, I only want the clay statue of Acala, not the Sakyamuni relics."

"Go and ask for permission. If you agree, I'll help you get back the longevity deeds of the thirteen temples. Otherwise, forget it."

"No need to ask, I agree." The old monk gritted his teeth.

The longevity deeds of thirteen Buddhist temples were bought by a Japanese man with a pseudonym and are now enshrined in the Japanese.

This has long been criticized in the country, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has been condemned by thousands of people.

If we don’t buy them back, I’m afraid these temples will be covered with paint in the future.

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded. "Send the things to me right away. I want them right away. Also, do you have any leads on the Japanese who bought all the longevity contracts of the Buddhist sect?"

"Yes, yes." The old monk hurriedly took out a few photos and handed them to Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo picked it up and flipped through it.

These are all travel photos of a woman taken by a camera at various temples.

"Can't this woman be found at domestic customs?" Fang Zuo frowned.

Logically speaking, even if there is a photo, it cannot be found by simply comparing it with the entry documents.

"She has a fake passport." The old monk smiled awkwardly. "She came to China so secretly. She must be a member of a big family in Japan."

"Okay, I'll look for it." Fang Zuo took out his cell phone and took a photo.

Just as he was about to leave, Shen Muli grabbed his clothes and hugged his legs tightly, refusing to let him go.

The little face looked up at Fang Zuo pitifully.

Zhang Ben and a few others coughed tactfully and left quickly.

Fang Zuo promised Shen Muli that he would go to Tokyo Women's University to continue his duty, and only then did she let Fang Zuo go.

After exiting the arena.

Fang Zuo sent a few photos to Yingkong Kurumi and asked her to check the police database.

Since this woman has such a high status, I guess only the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department knows who she is.

Otherwise, the information you find will probably be fake.

As for these instruments...

Fang Zuo looked at the rotten letter paper and sighed.

There's nothing I can do about it. It's my fault for owing her.

I'm afraid only Zhou Yuanyan can understand these things.

Inside the underground research institute of Tokyo Women's University.

Fang Zuo looked at Zhou Yuanyan in confusion as he looked at the laboratory where almost half of the instruments had been moved away.

"As soon as you left, that woman came looking for you. I was afraid that after being raped, you'd get angry and slap me and tear my place apart." Zhou Yuanyan sighed.

"Fortunately, the daughter of the First God escaped and didn't find you, so she came back obediently."

"Maybe the mating response caused by my period has disappeared. Now she's very normal. Not only has her height returned, but her personality has also become more girlish."

Zhou Yuanyan pressed the button on the remote control next to him.

On the monitor screen.

The daughter of the primordial god was playing an online game with great interest. She was wearing a T-shirt and denim shorts, sitting with her legs crossed.

When I was in the mood, I picked up a bottle of Coke and drank it in big gulps.

There were various snacks and McDonald's burgers piled up next to it.

"Now I'm no different from an internet addict. The only difference is that I can't gain weight, and my appetite is terrifying." Zhou Yuanyan sighed. "By the way, why did you come to see me?"

Fang Zuo took out a piece of letter paper and handed it to Zhou Yuanyan: "Do you recognize this thing? Can you get it?"

Zhou Yuanyan took it.

"These are all high-tech instruments for making chips. They are owned by NEC Corporation and Sumitomo Electric Industries, Ltd. in Japan respectively." Zhou Yuanyan examined them carefully and said, "NEC Corporation belongs to the Mitsui Group, and Sumitomo Electric Industries, Ltd. belongs to the Sumitomo Group in Japan. These are all high-tech instruments and are not for sale."

"Mitsui Group?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

Isn’t this thing our own?