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

"Turn your head slowly so I can see you," the voice continued.

Fang Zuo slowly turned around after hearing this.

A face with beautiful features, but a pair of slightly thick eyebrows, which makes it look a bit neutral.

He was wearing a men's suit and tie.

"I've never seen you before. Whose subordinate are you and why are you looking for Shiraishi Nagimitsu?" the beautiful woman asked with a frown.

"I don't understand what you mean." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "I am Shiraishi Nagimitsu's man, why do you think I came to see her?"

"Are you her man?" The beautiful woman was stunned. "Why do you smell like us?"

She sniffed with her delicate nose, and her eyes flashed red.

"You really are human." The beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief. "But why do you smell like us? No, it's the smell of adults. No... that's not it!"

The more the beautiful woman sniffed, the more terrified she became. A hint of shyness flashed across her face. "No matter who you are, I'm warning you. You are not allowed to hurt Shiraishi Nagimitsu. Do you understand?"

"Of course." Fang Zuosha looked at the woman with interest: "She is my woman."

When did Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly have such a bodyguard?

What's more, what surprised Fang Zuo was that she actually had a hint of the aura of the Asura clan.

Although very thin.

So faint that it can be ignored.

"Come in." The beautiful woman's voice trembled a little, and she withdrew her palm that was emitting red light.

After the man came in with a smile, she leaned against the wall with her legs tightly clamped together.

A shy moan escaped her throat.

My legs almost collapsed to the ground.

Why does this man have the aura of an adult? No, the aura of a superior that is far more intimidating than that of an adult.

This kind of aura made him feel like a lioness in the grassland, and he was the only king.

But just getting close to her would cause her to secrete pheromones rapidly.

That's a mating signal.

Who is this man?

Makie was a little puzzled as to why there was such a person in Tokyo.

I wanted to contact the [Doctor] to ask, but this gentleman was dealing with an internal conflict among the brothers and I haven't been able to contact him for many days.

No matter what he...

As long as it doesn't hurt Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Shiraishi Nagihiru is his own.

He should be killed by his own hands.

Before that...

Pay her back twice first.

Makihui told herself.

Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's bedroom.

The woman has fallen asleep.

A pair of huge creatures revealed most of their white skin as they breathed.

There was a pile of fast food downstairs in the villa and a pile of documents on the table. It seemed that she was not there, so she just ate some.

It seems that Mei Shiraishi is also a freeloader.

Fang Zuo sighed when he heard the soft snoring of Shiraishi Mei next door.

He sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, circulating the remaining power of Susanoo's incense and feeling the mark he had left on the Japanese divine realm.

After passing the incense barrier, he came to a familiar place in the kingdom of God.

Behind the military camp.

Feeling that the power of the incense was still dissipating, he had no time to care about other things and looked up at the big sun in the sky.

Fang Zuo pondered for a moment, then rose up and flew on the wind.

This entire kingdom of incense is filled with the power of incense, and the use of magical powers will consume one's own spiritual power.

Asura's Daohen absorbed the power of the incense and fed it back to his soul. Although it was replenished, it was still very slow.

It didn't take long before Fang Zuo approached the sun.

It does not have any of the heat of the sun's fire. Although it emits light and illuminates the world, it is only a form.

That's right.

Otherwise, how could such a small world of incense and worship be able to support such a great sun?

Fang Zuo came to the periphery of the sun and carefully contacted it with his spiritual sense.

This is....

A Taoist restriction.

Is this a magic weapon?

Fang Zuo was extremely shocked.

How could there be Taoist forbidden magic weapons in this sacred country of incense?

Fang Zuo probed with his spiritual sense. Although the restriction maintained its outline, the spiritual power inside was extremely limited and there was no hindrance.

Only then did he feel comfortable entering with his body.

The moment he entered, the scene inside made his pupils shrink sharply.

Huge, renovated Chinese-style palaces are stacked one on top of another.

It is magnificent and golden, with carved railings and jade bricks.

Towering into the clouds, magnificent and majestic.

This didn't shock Fang Zuo.

What's truly astonishing about these palaces is the presence of a giant rooster in the middle of them.

The body is a hundred meters tall.

Countless tentacles pierced through his body and bound him to a huge demon tree.

It was similar to the one he had used to kill Susanoo.

The rooster has lost all its feathers, leaving only the feathers.

The originally large and bright red cockscomb looked like a leaf eaten by insects, with many dilapidated and broken holes.

Its skinny, emaciated body was covered with transparent insect eggs several meters long.

The eggs kept expanding and contracting, emitting a disgusting oily sheen.

The rooster's chest was cut open and its heart was exposed.

A large tentacle inserted straight into the heart, constantly expanding and sucking.

A huge drop of blood was sucked out from the heart and flowed into the demon tree along the tentacles.

"My friend....kill me..."

A divine thought with a strong sense of death was transmitted over.

Chapter 280: The Beautiful Chief Justice is Beaten, and the Death of the Pleiades Star Official

North America. Biltmore Estate is the largest and most luxurious estate in the United States, and even in the world.

Located in Asheville, North Carolina.

The Renaissance castle-style buildings in this manor alone cover an area of ​​nearly 20000 square meters.

It is equivalent to a large terminal in a giant city.

This does not include the dozens of large formal and informal gardens, wineries, golf courses, and racecourses.

Not to mention the lawns, rivers, woodlands, ponds, and 8,000 acres of blue-collar mountains.

The owner of this estate.

Vanderbilt family.

One of the wealthiest families in the United States, they made their fortunes by running railroads and water transportation.

Originated in the Netherlands.

In America, the oldest and richest families are almost all of European descent.

So even though, under the call of Catholicism, European dignitaries had the idea of ​​competing with America and resisting Protestantism, they formed the European Union.

However, it still has close ties with the United States and is still inevitably a follower of the United States.

Inside the castle at the deepest part of the manor.

The huge dining table was covered with a white cloth

It is filled with various exquisite tableware.

Girls of all skin colors were wearing pitifully small thongs, with their white bodies and chests tied only with white and black maid aprons, and they were walking back and forth in the banquet.

As she walked, the arcs of varying sizes trembling inside the apron were revealed.

The only thing that remains the same is youthful firmness and elasticity.

Sitting at the dining table were several middle-aged and elderly people wearing formal suits of various colors.

Her hair was coated with last century hair wax.

An antique pocket watch was strapped to his suit.

Vanderbilt Washington.

The Vanderbilt family's generation of power stood by with a smile.

The patriarch of the richest family in the American upper class serves these dozen middle-aged and elderly people like a butler.

"Cheers to the blooming rose of Damascus," one of the elderly men, wearing a black suit, vest, and blue tie, raised his glass of red wine and said, "The government forces have retreated, and now it's very likely ours."

After taking a sip of red wine, he elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said:

"Our emperor is still stubborn and has gambled the future of his entire country for a small piece of Ukrainian territory, but he didn't expect that we would swallow up a large piece of his backyard."

"Who made the Orthodox Church so conservative? How foolish! Don't they know that a closed religion only produces dull believers?" Another old man in a gray suit scoffed.

"[Messiah. Creator] brought Judaism, which in turn branched into Christianity and Islam, and Christianity gave rise to us Protestants, Catholics, and Eastern Orthodox Christians."

"Both Protestantism and Catholicism are still very much alive and well."

"But then again, Steven Rockefeller III, you have a really big appetite. Your Rockefeller family owns more than half of the eighteen oil fields in northern Syria. You should give us some."

The old man in the black suit and vest sneered, "Niels Morgan, do you have an oil refinery? Even if we give you the oil fields, don't we still have to give them to Rockefeller for refining? You've swallowed up so much of the money that Russian tycoons and the Orthodox Church have deposited in your North American and European banks, and we haven't even asked for a share."

"If you have such an appetite, should we give you a share of the DuPont family's arms?"

"Alright, alright. Anyone who wants our DuPont family's munitions? I, Irene DuPont, am generously advertising them here. Come get them! As long as you can handle those slipper-wearing Husseins." Another elderly man in a dark blue suit and glasses knocked on the table.

"Everyone, let's not forget that the reason we came here was to discuss how to swallow up several Japanese conglomerates, not to start an internal conflict."

"Since we already had our territories marked out during World War II, whoever has the guts to take what they've taken shouldn't be spitting it out, no matter how jealous they are, right?"

“The world is big, the cake is huge. Don’t always focus on your own dining table. The East is huge, and the East is rich…”

"The East..." Nils Morgan, the elderly man in a gray suit, looked clearly unhappy. "The sun has begun to set in the west and is now rising in the east... According to our Morgan's latest data, the second-largest acquirer of land in Brazil is Japanese. Their privately owned land in Brazil is almost the size of an entire state."

"I didn't expect us to work so hard to harvest them. They still have plenty of assets. Brazil has had some issues with its foreign exchange reserves recently. Why don't we join forces..."

"Didn't we agree that the Brazil issue would be handed over to the Gambino family?" a blond middle-aged man at the end of the table said, "Gentlemen, you're not going to let go of even the scraps from our gang, are you?"

"Dolf Gambino, can you defeat the Yamaguchi-gumi? I'm afraid you'll even lose your territory in Brazil," Nils Morgan said sarcastically. "It's said that Brazil's local mafia is already losing ground to the Yamaguchi-gumi."