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

The first general of heaven and the stone monkey are examples.

An immortal who has sanctified his body is far more powerful than an immortal who has given up his body.

Fang Zuo slowly merged into the incense barrier and came to the military camp near Jiuzhou.

Since this is the place where the evil god attacks, there will naturally be a large amount of incense and spirits.

"Where have you been?" a voice came from behind.

The eight-foot tall lady walked over, swaying her huge plump buttocks and waist.

"The Uesugi family kid?"

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Masami Miura took Caitlin, who was wearing a Japanese JK uniform, back to her villa.

"Is this your home from now on?"

"do you know?"

"Pa!" Masami Miura slapped him hard.

The reply was a little slow though.

"I know...I know!!" Caitlin said quickly in horror, covering her face with handprints.

However, after buying a few sets of clothes, I got a lot more scars on my body.

Is this really the gentle and proud Supreme Justice of Japan described in the information?

Detention, beatings, and abuse.

These are all criminal felonies.

Doesn't she know that everything she does is against the law?

Caitlin looked at Miura Masami's face.

A beautiful face!

Now it looks extremely scary!

What a pervert!

He's simply a devil!

"Knock knock knock!" The door rang.

"Who?" Miura Masami frowned.

"Miss, the master of the house wants you to come over to the bedroom. He has something urgent to discuss with you!" the servant said while knocking on the door.

"Okay..." Miura Masami tidied up her clothes.

Change out of the sexy lingerie inside.

Change into normal clothes.

Walk through the hall and go to the second floor.

She gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Yoshihisa Miura was standing at the railing of the bedroom balcony, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Father, you're looking for me..." Masami Miura said standing behind him.

"Pa." Miura Yoshihisa slapped her hard with his backhand.

"Dad, what's wrong with me!!!" Masami Miura covered her little face and shouted loudly. Her hair was slapped down and covered her face.

It seems a bit scary.

"You know, there are more police officers near our house," Miura Yoshihisa said loudly, "They are from the Inspection Office, and a few are from the National Security Bureau."

"We're under suspicion, you know?"

"The Miura family is under suspicion!!"

"It's all your fault!!"

"It's all your fault, you useless piece of shit!!"

Yoshihisa Miura cursed hysterically, just like he had been doing for decades.

He didn't notice his daughter who was so submissive.

The beautiful eyes hidden behind the falling hair revealed hatred!!

Teeth clenched tightly!!

Breathing deeply!!

Chapter 290: Mikami Yuya prays for a child, a beautiful woman kills her father

"What, you useless thing? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you still not convinced?"

"Those guys were already extremely dissatisfied with the Miura family's dominance over Japan's judicial system. Now that we failed in our first attempt, we've attracted their attention." Miura Yoshihisa raised the metal cane in his hand and pointed it at Miura Masami, shaking it continuously.

"Father, what does this have to do with me?" Masami Miura gritted her teeth and did not lift the long hair that covered her face. The father in her sight was blurry but familiar.

Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a hand, and she was a little breathless. "It was my brother who suggested making a big deal out of this, impeaching Sakura Kurumi in Congress, and forcing her to step down. This was also what you promised, father. Why are you blaming me for your failure? Is this fair to me?"

But before Miura Yoshihisa could answer, one of his metal canes fell down.

It hit Miura Masami's thigh hard.

"Ah!!" Masami Miura cried out.

He was knocked to the ground by the heavy blow of the metal cane, and rolled over holding his legs.

The white thigh suddenly felt a sharp pain that went straight to the bone, and then the skin and flesh felt as if they were burned by fire.

The pain was unbearable and only rubbing my hands constantly made it feel better.

"How could this happen if you hadn't reopened this case? How dare you talk back? Kneel down." Miura Yoshihisa shouted loudly with his face flushed with anger.

"I won't kneel, I did nothing wrong!! Yes, I deserve to die, I was the one who reopened the case, but did you tell me? I knew nothing about this." Masami Miura rubbed the part where she was hit, tears gushing out, running across her face and dripping onto her chest.

She curled up on the ground and screamed:

"It was my brother who committed the crime, but you don't blame him. Instead, you blame me for uncovering the case. Have you ever told me this? From the beginning to the end, I knew nothing. You hid everything from me, and in the end, you blame me for everything?"

"Do you really treat me as your daughter? From childhood to adulthood, whatever my brother does is right, and whatever I do is wrong. Why am I the one who gets punished every time?"

"How dare you talk to me like that? Miura Masami, get down on your knees." Miura Yoshihisa was so angry when he saw that his daughter dared to speak to him so loudly that he picked up his cane and hit her hard again.

"I won't kneel. I've done nothing wrong. Why should I kneel? You always blame me. When my younger brother made a mistake when we were young, you blamed me for not raising him well. No matter what trouble he got into, you punished me. Why? What did I do wrong?" Masami Miura yelled loudly, but didn't expect to be hit on the waist again.

She arched her body in pain.

Miura Yoshihisa was so angry that he kept raining his cane down.

This time, Masami Miura did not dodge. After being hit several times, he grabbed the metal cane with his right hand, stood up, and stared at his father coldly.

"Okay, okay, you still dare to fight back?" Miura Yoshihisa was so angry that he was almost out of breath and pulled the cane back with force.

Masami Miura held on with both small hands and refused to let go.

The old Yoshihisa Miura was unable to pull the cane in Masami Miura's hand.

His face flushed and he was panting as he looked at Masami Miura with disheveled hair.

The eyes covered by hair revealed a wild beast-like gaze.

Yoshihisa Miura was a little frightened when he saw the hateful look.

"I knew you were just like your mother, bitch!" Miura Yoshihisa released his grip on his cane, leaned against the old balcony railing, and turned to grab his phone.

"I'm going to call my students and colleagues right now and ask them not to nominate you for the next Supreme Court. You're a useless, ungrateful person. Just wait..."

"No!! Father, you can't do this!" Masami Miura was shocked and quickly dropped the cane in his hand.

She knelt down and hugged Miura Yoshihisa's thighs: "I was wrong, father, please don't do this. If I am excluded by them, my future will be ruined."

"Get away, you piece of trash." Miura Yoshihisa stepped hard on Miura Masami's leg, and ignoring his daughter's wailing, picked up the phone and prepared to make a call.

"No, you can't do this." Masami Miura struggled to stand up, holding the phone with both hands, trying to snatch it away.

"What are you doing? You disobedient girl, how dare you snatch something from me..." Miura Yoshihisa tightly grasped the phone with both hands, pulling it back with force, his face flushed red.

"I've made the call. Forget your chance to be a Supreme Court Justice. Forget your grandstanding in the judicial world. I only need one word, and you won't even be able to get a lawyer's license."

"Everything you have was given to you by the Miura family. Without me, what's the difference between you and an ordinary woman? You're probably still struggling in a law firm."

"How dare you, a piece of trash, fight me!!"

"No, no, no, you'll ruin me, Father!" Miura Masami struggled to grab the phone: "You can't do this, please!"

Once my father called me, all my career would be ruined.

Without the nomination of an authoritative figure in the judicial branch, he would not be able to become the next Supreme Court Justice.

If they really wanted to ban me as my father said, the Bar Association would not even give me a license.

You will be abandoned by the entire judicial community in an instant.

"It's useless, Miura Masami, you are a waste and will always be a waste. Without the Miura family, you are even worse than a waste." Miura Yoshiki gasped heavily and pulled the phone back with all his strength.

"I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste, give me your phone, give it to me quickly!!" Masami Miura retorted loudly, her hair hanging down, looking a little gloomy. She shook her head, pulled the phone back with one hand, and pushed it hard with the other hand.

I don’t know if it’s because my hands are too slippery or if Masami Miura’s push is too strong.

Yoshihisa Miura suddenly let go of the phone, found nothing with both hands, leaned back, and was pushed hard by Masami Miura again.

The whole person fell backwards, jumped over the short and old European-style hollow fence, and fell from the high second floor.

A 'boom' sound.

The sound of a body crashing onto the stone slabs.

The sudden change shocked Masami Miura.

She stared in shock, walked slowly to the empty fence in disbelief, and looked down at her old father who had fallen on the stone slab on the first floor.

His limbs were spread out, and his old face was looking up at him angrily.

Bright red blood was flowing from the back of his head, spreading along the cracks in the stone slab.

"No...no...Father..." Miura Masami's body softened, and she held onto the fence with both hands to prevent herself from collapsing. She muttered to herself, "I didn't mean to..."

She turned around abruptly and ran downstairs in a hurry.

I came to Miura Yoshihisa's side and looked at the pool of blood on the ground that was getting bigger and bigger.

She trembled all over and wanted to reach out and touch her father, but she didn't dare...

He took out the phone with shaking hands.

"Hold on, Dad... I'll call the emergency number right away..."

Inside the University of Tokyo Hospital.

"Pa." Masami Miura received a hard slap on the face.

Governor Miura shouted angrily, "Why did my father fall from the balcony for no reason? How did you watch him?"

"I don't know. My father must have been trying to tidy up the hanging plants and accidentally fell down."

Masami Miura covered her little face and was about to say something when the emergency door was pushed open and the doctor came out.

She quickly put down her little hands, pretended to support her face with one hand, and slightly turned her body to block the palm print on her face.

"Doctor, what happened to my father?" Governor Miura hurried forward and asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry, he was already dead when he was sent to the hospital." The doctor shook his head and turned away.

Governor Miura slumped down in his chair with a thud.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and sadness and despair surged up in him.

"Father...Father..." He grabbed his hair with both hands and muttered to himself.

Suddenly he stood up and walked into the emergency room, wanting to see his father for the last time.

"Why are you still here? What are you doing, Miura Masami?" Governor Miura took a few steps and turned his head suspiciously to look at his sister who was standing there with her face covered.