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

"Ok."

Masami Miura hung up the phone and went up to the top floor of the rooftop via the spiral staircase in the bar.

There was only an empty rooftop and a lonely and slim figure with long hair draped over her shoulders.

Hojo Sakura was wearing a black lace dress, revealing her slender waist.

Sit on a chair next to the rooftop, put your feet on the railing, and drink while watching the night view of Tokyo.

Masami Miura couldn't believe her eyes.

Her impression of Hojo Sakura's dress style is still stuck in her college days. She likes to wear neutral clothes, usually wearing either a sweatshirt or a big jacket.

He also wore tight jeans on his lower body.

Although we met quite a few times later, it was mostly in work settings, and I almost always wore suit jackets, white shirts, and uniform skirts.

But now.

Hojo Sakura not only wore a sexy black lace dress that revealed her fair skin, but also exposed her waist.

You can clearly see the soft black bra inside, and it seems that the size is much larger than before.

That would have been fine, but the cross-straps of the thong extended from the pants and were blatantly tied around the slender waist.

Masami Miura herself rarely wears this kind of sexy thong.

Most of them are a small piece of ice silk fabric, connected by several thin ropes and then fixed above the hips.

Compared to the one she was wearing now, which had triangles of lace on her hips, this one must have less fabric.

It seems that she has really changed a lot!

"Sakura!" Masami Miura shouted and walked over.

Hojo Sakura turned sideways, flicked her long hair, supported herself by lying on her side, and waved to her.

Masami Miura walked over and sat opposite Hojo Sakuna.

But she still picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the golden liquid inside, while looking at the night view.

Maybe he felt it was not satisfying enough, so he took another big sip, but without swallowing it, he put the ice cubes inside into his mouth and broke them into pieces with a "crunch".

Only then did he swallow the mixture of the golden tequila and the crushed ice cubes in his mouth.

"It's so hot..." Hojo Sakura turned her head and fanned herself with her little hands.

The slight beads of sweat on her chest stuck to the black lace.

"Is it hot? I feel a little cold." Masami Miura crossed her hands in front of her chest and rubbed and caressed her bare arms.

"Take a sip and it won't be cold anymore." Hojo Sakurana picked up a cup and the half-full bottle of tequila next to it.

The rich golden color inside indicates that it has been stored in oak barrels for at least three years.

Tequila from this vintage has the best flavor.

She poured half a glass of wine for Masami Miura and threw two ice cubes in.

"Here, drink it."

"You know I can't drink." Masami Miura looked at the half-full glass of tequila in front of him hesitantly.

Compared to sake which has an alcohol content of more than 10%, she had never tasted tequila with an alcohol content of over 40.

"Are you here to drink with me?" Hojo Sakura frowned, and her already tipsy face flushed even more red. "If you don't want to drink, go back."

"I...I drink..." Masami Miura picked up the wine glass and took a big sip.

The cold touch and rich alcohol flavor in the mouth are mellow and soft, mixed with a slight oak flavor.

"Cough... cough..." Masami Miura was choked by a big gulp of alcohol, and her throat felt very uncomfortable with the burning sensation.

Her red lips were wide open, and she was coughing violently with her chest heaving.

"Haha...drink slowly. You'll get used to it after a while." Hojo Sakura poured herself another half cup and threw two ice cubes in. "Is it warmer now?"

I don't know if it was the effect of the hot alcohol or the increased blood circulation from my coughing.

A blush also appeared on Miura Masami's face, and the feeling of coldness disappeared in an instant.

The blood rushing to her head made her mind very excited, and it seemed that many of the worries along the way were also put aside.

It turns out that drinking can really relieve worries.

She looked at the golden liquid in front of her, smelled its faint fragrance, picked it up again, and took a big gulp.

This time her tender throat adjusted to the alcohol content.

A stream of cold liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, instantly becoming extremely hot, causing the temperature of his entire body to rise.

Even her plump buttocks, through the thin satin fabric of her dress, warmed up the originally cold stool.

There's a slight heat inside.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Hojo Sakura stared at Miura Masami's blushing face: "But don't say no, if you don't tell me now, don't tell me tonight."

Masami Miura said nothing, picked up the half-full bottle of tequila and poured himself another glass.

He tilted his head back, shook his long hair, and drank it all in one breath.

Then she covered her red lips with her little hands and burped lightly.

The burning feeling was extremely pleasurable.

"When I got home today, my father scolded me, saying I shouldn't have interfered with the work of your Inspection Office." Miura Masami lowered her head and offered an excuse. "Now you are in charge of supervising the Security Office for these two cases. Can you take them back?"

"How is that possible, Miura Masami?" Hojo Sakura shook her head. "I admit that I didn't really want to investigate these two wrongful convictions. After all, it's been a long time since they happened. There's no need to sacrifice so much police resources and taxpayers' money."

"But..." Hojo Sakura's face flashed with resentment. "Now it's not just an inspection matter. Sakura Kurumi played a trick on me and made me look bad in front of the entire judiciary and the cabinet. Even the National Security Agency called to accuse me."

"The more this happens, the more I'm going to investigate these two unjust cases. I have to confront Yingkong Kurumi."

"Can't you just give in to me for once and help me?" Miura Masami put her empty glass on the table, a blush welling up on her face, and she looked even more aggrieved. "You know my father is a stubborn, upright old judge. He even gave me a few good beatings because of this."

Masami Miura turned his arm, and a slightly bruised purple staff mark was clearly visible on the side.

"Ah...your father is such a jerk. He still beats you like this even though you're already this old." Hojo Sakura looked at the bruise and shook her head: "Aren't you very angry with Sakura Kurumi? What? You gave up after being beaten twice?"

"You're right. I'm a very proud person. I suffered a loss at the hands of Sakura Kurumi. I'm very angry and want to redeem myself. But after thinking about it carefully, my father is right. We shouldn't interfere with the judicial process. This is no different from knowingly breaking the law." Miura Masami stretched out her hands, tightly grasped Hojo Sakurana's small hands, and pleaded with an aggrieved expression:

"So, Sakura, can you please help me and give up supervising these two wrongful cases? Let the National Security Agency open the files and conduct their own investigation."

Hojo Sakura's slightly drunk face was getting hotter and hotter. Looking at Miura Masami, whose face was also red and who was begging her, she was silent.

Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly heard some movement in the corner of the rooftop.

"Who?" She turned her head sharply and looked in the direction of the voice.

"Who is it?" Masami Miura was shocked. Although she had not done anything illegal, what she had just said was considered a secret in the judicial world. It would be bad if someone with ulterior motives heard it.

It would be even worse if it was recorded and posted online.

Especially in this age where mobile phones are everywhere and online information is exploding.

A headline like "A first-level prosecutor and the Chief Justice met in a bar in an attempt to interfere with the judicial process" is enough to become a hot search on major apps.

The two beautiful women have become famous for more than half a year.

"Go and check it out, don't let them record you." Masami Miura anxiously pushed Hojo Sakura's little hand.

Hojo Sakura nodded, stood up and went to the corner of the huge platform to look for it.

Masami Miura also pulled her fallen dress and followed.

The two of them tiptoed to the corner of the platform, where the bar placed miscellaneous items and there was no light.

I saw a tall figure in the darkness, facing the railing of the rooftop and saying something.

But when Hojo Sakura looked over, there was nothing opposite the figure.

What the hell?

She looked sideways at Miura Masami suspiciously.

Masami Miura said she couldn't see anything either.

Is this man a psychopath?

Still saying something to the fence.

"Are you pretending?" Masami Miura said softly.

Hojo Sakura shook her head.

"No matter what, our conversation cannot be recorded." The two looked at each other.

Miura Masami came out and shouted, "Where did this psycho come from? What are you doing in the corner? Are you eavesdropping on us?"

Hojo Sakuraya took two steps forward and said seriously, "Who are you? What are you doing here? I'm a prosecutor. Show me your ID."

Fang Zuo felt a little melancholy after sending Xingguan away, and his soul and body were a little weak after the battle.

Especially the lightning net emitted by the unknown object in the blue flame consumed a lot of his spiritual power.

The fire inside me was rising, and I felt a silent irritation in my heart.

Hearing these two impolite words, he frowned, turned around, took a step out of the shadows.

"Ah!!! Pervert!!" Masami Miura screamed, covering her red lips with her small hands, but her beautiful eyes widened under the influence of alcohol to look closely.

"Who are you!!! Where are your clothes? Why are you naked?" Hojo Sakura's cheeks were bloodshot, she bit her lower lip, and her legs felt weak unconsciously.

A tall, strong, muscular man appeared in front of the two of them.

Both of them are regulars at the gym, so of course they can appreciate the beauty of muscle lines.

Unlike the big guys in the gym, this kind of well-proportioned and unsculpted muscles, every fiber is formed by the concentration of strength, without any excess.

As for those two strong legs and...

Gollum.

Alcohol strongly stimulates the female hormones of Hojo Sakura and Miura Masami.

The two of them widened their beautiful eyes in shock, and swallowed their saliva at the same time as they looked at the man's body.

A greater feeling of heat burned throughout the body.

Keep your legs together.

Fang Zuo frowned and looked at the two beautiful women who were drunk, their two pairs of beautiful eyes spitting out fiery gazes.

Then he bit his lower lip, and their eyes were sticky and muddy, as if they wanted to eat themselves.

Look down.

Only then did he realize that he had come out of the kingdom of God, put away the body of Ashura Mingwang, and forgot to mend his clothes.

Now he was completely naked, and when he wanted to put on some clothes, he found that all the clothes that Shiraishi Nagi had prepared for him were worn out.

He didn't want to explain too much to the two of them. He was rudely scolded by these two beautiful women and was too lazy to pay attention to them.

He cast aside a look that was one of complete disregard for existence.

The inner fire caused his heart to be restless, and he needed to find a place to circulate the Qi, calm his blood and energy, and refine the large amount of incense he had just looted.

"Why don't you speak?" Hojo Sakura saw that the man was looking at them with eyes full of contempt.

The grievances she had felt before could not help but become even more intense. How could a proud girl like her tolerate such a look from a man?

Especially when the other person is the target of your strong physiological needs.

Driven by alcohol, her face was red, and even the skin on her chest could be seen red under the black lace.

Gritting her teeth, she walked up to the man and looked up at him: "Hand over your ID card. I am Hojo Sakuranai, a first-level prosecutor in Japan. I suspect you are committing illegal acts here. I have the right to check your ID card."

Masami Miura also felt the man's gaze. She valued face more than anything else and could not stand such contempt.

She also walked forward, and wanted to see the man's face clearly with her petite body, and she had to raise her head higher.

Fang Zuo glanced at the two of them coldly, smelling the different scents of perfume and the strong body odor induced by alcohol on them.

Turn around and leave.

suddenly.

Two small hands grabbed one of his arms, using a standard grappling posture, and pulled it back.