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

"Silence...Silence..." The Speaker knocked the hammer on the table hard, and the interfering noise became a little quieter.

Congress quieted down a bit.

"Do you have anything else to say?" the Speaker said with a frown.

But as soon as his hammer stopped, various voices of discussion slowly began to rise again.

"there is none left...."

In this atmosphere, no one will listen to anything you say.

The congressman could only put away the documents and walk off the stage in shame.

I have already done what I promised to the Miura family.

As for the poor results, I can’t blame myself.

It’s just that Prime Minister Shipo Mao stole too much limelight today, so everyone came for him.

Inside Tokyo Tower.

"Today's Congress live broadcast has reached a new high in the number of people online simultaneously." The director said to Minamikawa Keiko, "Keiko, how did you know today's Congressional questioning session would be so exciting?"

"Haha, a secret." Minamikawa Keiko, wearing a black business suit and high heels, blinked mysteriously.

"Oh, big star, our department's live broadcast channel is relying on you from now on. The effect is even better than that of entertainment programs." The director happily gave a thumbs up: "I told the president that we should have you come to our live broadcast department to help us more often. Everyone loves watching you."

"I only help you host the show occasionally. I'm too busy with my own stuff." Minamikawa Keiko said with a smile, "Besides, I know nothing about politics. Today, I'll just read some interesting comments from netizens and interact with everyone."

"That's enough. We all want to interact. Who wants to listen to serious political analysis?" The director said happily, "Anyway, I'll definitely ask the president to lend you out more often in the future."

"Let's talk about it later, I'm leaving!!"

Keiko Minamikawa walked out of the TV station and called Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

"Hey, the live stream has hit a new high with viewers today. Go check out the replay! The footage the director gave you is simply incredible." Minamikawa Keiko said with a grin, "Oh my! Everyone's praising your increasing beauty and flawless skin. Even the high-definition footage doesn't show any blemishes on your skin. How do you maintain your skin like this? I'm so jealous."

"It's a good thing you don't accept advertising, otherwise you would have snatched all my beauty and cosmetics ads away from me."

"Look at what you said. Is there no one in the live broadcast paying attention to my topic?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu, wearing an open camel windbreaker, slowly packed his things in the parliament.

The windbreaker was pushed up by a pair of huge things and could not be buttoned, and the white shirt inside also highlighted the exaggerated curve.

"After seeing you on stage, except for some elderly people over 60, who cares about this?" Nanchuan Jingzi curled her lips: "They all look at your face. In short, you are very charming!"

"You sound really unconvinced, big star." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile: "How are the comments and messages?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," Minamikawa Keiko said. "The comments and comments were all discussing how embarrassing our Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru was. But when you showed up, everyone was shouting that they wanted to marry you."

"Anyway, there are all kinds of topics. I'll listen to you. Throughout the live broadcast, I'll just read comments related to Prime Minister Shigeki Shibamoto."

"Okay, thank you." Shiraishi Nagi nodded and said, "I asked Shiraishi Mei to go to Yang Guofu Malatang early to queue up. I'll treat you later..."

"That's great." Minamikawa Keiko clapped her hands. "Finally, we don't have to queue. I heard that these are everywhere in China. There's no need to queue. Let's go to China. The recent visa-free policy is very convenient."

"I can't run around with my identity." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sighed: "I want to go too..."

I want him to take me...

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

Fenghualian turned off the live broadcast on her iPad.

"It seems everything is fine, it was just a false alarm." Feng Hualian excitedly held the iPad in her hands, pushed herself up from the sofa where she was sitting, and stood up.

"I told you it's okay." Yingkong Kurumi also threw the pen in her hand onto the table. "But the Ministry of Internal Affairs issued a notice requesting a self-inspection of the procedural errors. During this period, you should tell those guys to be more vigilant and careful in their actions. Don't let them be caught with any handles. Stay out of the spotlight for now."

"No problem, I'll tell them right away." Feng Hualian nodded and walked out the door.

Yingkong Kurumi held her chin.

As expected, the woman that my man likes is outstanding.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu easily resolved the impeachment against himself without making a single move.

It seems that the power hidden under the poker table is not small.

Will he really become Prime Minister?

Yingsora Kurumi couldn't help but think of her man's pale face.

As strong as he is, he can still get hurt.

I hope something like last time won't happen again.

Yingsora Kurumi took out her cell phone, and this bad guy didn't reply to the message again.

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Inside a room at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Fang Zuo frowned as he looked at his shirt that was stained by Caitlin's flying kick.

I wanted to try out her special abilities.

Fortunately, Shiraishi Nagimitsu prepared a lot.

He ripped off his shirt and threw it aside, then changed into a new one.

Then he turned around and looked at Caitlin who was restrained by him.

"Is it fun?" Fang Zuo walked over.

The red light in Caitlin's eyes pierced his soul.

Her hair slowly twisted into a snake shape, and her face became more and more seductive.

The red lips parted slightly.

Seductive syllables emanate from the throat.

The pink and soft texture shows that it is very flexible.

"You also know how to charm?" Fang Zuo said with a smile, "And it comes from your body's instincts. It seems you are not simple at all."

Fang Zuo grabbed Caitlin's slender neck.

The big hand just retracted slightly.

The red light in Caitlin's eyes disappeared instantly.

The flying golden hair stopped flying obediently in an instant.

"No...let me go, please!" Her snow-white face pleaded.

This typical European and American beauty has delicate and deep facial features, but a petite body of only 1 meters. In addition, her expression and way of speaking are more oriental, which makes her look unique and attractive.

The body hair that is typical of Westerners is not that thick on her body.

The light and soft golden hairs on her skin were stained slightly white in the light.

Fang Zuo's thumb pressed the aorta in Caitlin's neck.

The rapid congestion in her head made Caitlin a little slow to react.

The answer was a little slow.

But then a strong electric current spread from the man's big hand throughout his body.

The tuft of golden fur on his body stood up straight.

This was followed by piercing pain all over the body.

She just struggled slightly, and her white limbs drooped down again.

The current made her whole body numb.

I almost couldn't control the muscles in various parts of my body.

She bit her lower lip and tried her best to hold it back.

The buttocks were tightly contracted, with the sides slightly concave.

"What is your identity?" Fang Zuo asked calmly, "If you are just a nobody, worthless, you can die..."

The hand that was pinching her throat loosened slightly.

"I am a Catholic Cardinal, Italian, affiliated with the Italian armed police department, and currently working for Interpol." Caitlin took a breath and gritted her teeth to hold back the part of her body that had just been numbed by the electric shock.

She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of such a man.

"Is there a female cardinal in the Catholic Church?" Fang Zuo looked Caitlin up and down.

Who would have thought that the Pope would even send out his own female cardinal?

"Yes..." Caitlin looked at the man's eyes and knew what he was thinking. That impudent look made the golden hairs on her body stand up. "It's not the kind of relationship you imagine."

Fang Zuo showed a mocking expression without comment.

Is there any need to imagine these religious messes?

"No more?" Fang Zuo tightened his grip on Caitlin's neck, and with his other hand, he gently stroked her milky skin, feeling the fine hairs against his fingers.

"If you're just a cardinal, you're of no use to me..."

"Well, I'm sorry..."

"Die well..."

"No... not just... don't do it..." Caitlin felt the pressure on her neck and the touch on her body, and hurriedly added: "I am the illegitimate daughter of Pope Francis I..."

Fang Zuo was stunned.

No wonder no one was surprised that this woman could enter and leave heaven.

He looked worldly-wise and was obviously not an ordinary clergyman.

But no one would have expected that she was the Pope's illegitimate daughter.

I had heard of the elderly Pope Francis I in my country.

He has tried more than once to control believers around the world and his ambition is very great.

"I heard he's quite old and has been in a wheelchair for decades..." Fang Zuo was a little surprised: "How could he have given birth to you?"

"Besides, that old thing is too ugly to have given birth to someone like you."

"My mother is the head of a convent..." Caitlin said quickly, "The women in the convent are all carefully selected..."

"I understand..." Fang Zuo said with a half-smile: "No wonder you're in a wheelchair so early. What's with those enchanting abilities in your body just now?"

"After the Catholics and Protestants joined forces to attack Valhalla, they looted a lot of things," Caitlin said. "That was a long time ago, so I don't know."

"I only know that I gave various abilities to important religious clergy. I inherited them from my mother..."

Fang Zuo nodded and kept looking at Caitlin.

That kind of gaze that saw into the bones made the Pope's illegitimate daughter feel a little creepy.

As the illegitimate daughter of the Catholic Pope, she has seen too many things that this world cannot understand.

In her mind, the East was just a vassal state.

But why is there such a powerful man?

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Fang Zuo suddenly asked.

"I don't know..." Caitlin shook her head honestly.

"I'll think about how to make you mine..." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I want you to be mine wholeheartedly."

"What a pity, I don't have much experience..."

Caitlin understood what he meant, her face turned red, and she didn't know what to say.

"Ding dong."

The hotel doorbell rang.

Fang Zuo knew who was coming and waved his hand.

Masami Miura came into the room.

Outside the door, Masami Miura was wrapped in a black windbreaker, wearing sexy red slit lingerie underneath.

There was very little fabric, almost all of it woven in a mesh pattern.