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

Then with the sound of 'crashing'.

Countless sand and rocks fell down.

A fist mark emitting black smoke was left on the wall.

There are burn marks on the side.

"I, Reilly Gambino, on behalf of my master, 'The General,' formally challenge the girl from the Mikami family. My fist mark represents my honor." Reilly's face was filled with seriousness.

"If your family doesn't accept it, then my master will come find you... This is my family crest. If you don't agree, my family won't let you go."

After saying that, Reilly took out a badge with a rattlesnake engraved on it and placed it on the table next to her.

"OK." Demi Blackrock clapped her hands. "This is our private matter. Now, Miss Mikami, please quickly invite that beautiful girl out."

Mikami Yuya looked at the smoking black hole with an unpleasant expression: "That woman is not from our Mikami family..."

"Ha, this is the famous Mikami family? You don't dare to admit it so soon?" Demi Blackrock said sarcastically.

She turned to Lei Li and said, "What should I do, Lei Li, she won't recognize me..."

"I don't care. All I know is that I met her at Mikami's house and lost to her." Reilly slowly retracted her fist.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will come again. I want to see that woman. Otherwise, I will accept your contempt for the 'General' and your disdain for our Gambino family."

"Then let's go first, Reilly. I think Miss Mikami is thinking of another excuse... hehe..." Demi Blackred patted Reilly's shoulder.

Reilly nodded and turned to leave first.

Halfway through the walk, Demi Black turned around and stared at Yua Mikami.

A thin waist and big, round buttocks.

The 1-meter-tall figure looks like an exaggerated goblet.

She said word by word: "Mikami Yuya, it's not over yet. If you provoke me, everything will just begin. I am looking forward to our future clashes..."

Mikami Yuya met Demi Blackrock's gaze fearlessly and said with a smile, "I'll wait..."

Wait until the two of them leave completely.

The old man behind him came forward.

"Ms. Mikami Yuya, you'd better inform the head of the Mikami family that this 'General' is far beyond the SSS level. Winning the King of Fighters title three times in a row is no small feat." The old man's face was stiff, and he said solemnly, "If he is really angered, I'm afraid the Mikami family will be in great trouble."

"Is he so scary? Does he dare to come to Japan to commit crimes?" asked Yua Mikami with a frown.

"He dares... Of course, in modern society, the Tokyo Exorcist Guard can certainly catch him if they're prepared. But what if he sneaks in, commits a crime, and then leaves?" The old man shook his head.

"It would be very easy for him to cross the ocean to Japan on a large yacht. He could just find a landing place anywhere."

"This covert method is extremely troublesome. The most important thing is that he can find the Mikami family at any time, but the Mikami family can't find him..."

"I understand. Don't tell my dad for now. I will find a way to solve it..." Yua Mikami rubbed her brows.

If my father finds out, I'll inevitably get a lot of nagging lectures.

Might as well go find that Shenmu Li...

On the beach.

Fang Zuo grabbed Hashimoto Yuna's two ivory-like beautiful legs.

A large hand clasped two thin ankles.

The skin on the ankles is white and delicate.

Hashimoto Yuuna closed her beautiful eyes and clenched her teeth tightly.

The blush on her pretty face was as red as the afterglow of the sunset at the seaside.

She didn't wake up until dawn.

Open your beautiful eyes.

I was lying on the beach, naked.

The white skin was covered with a lot of sand.

The man beside her was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, facing the rising sun.

She was somewhat fascinated by the strong and sturdy lines of his body.

I remembered the touch of his hands holding me last night.

Hashimoto Yuuna rubbed her legs and shuddered in pain.

If he had not undergone rigorous training since childhood, he would have died long ago.

She lifted her beautiful legs and slowly approached the man beside her.

In the rising sun.

The legs are white, tender and the lines are flawless.

She gently pushed the man's shoulders with her plump white feet.

Wait until the man turns around.

Only then did Hashimoto Yuna realize that this posture left her exposed.

"Does it look good?" Hashimoto Yuna shyly covered her face with her hands, then slowly opened them.

"It looks good." The man nodded.

"From now on, they're all yours..." Hashimoto Yuna struggled to lift her other leg and placed it on the man's shoulder: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." The man tilted his head and touched her soft white soles with his cheek.

This considerate and caring gesture made Hashimoto Yuna even happier.

"By the way...what's your name?" asked Hashimoto Yuuna.

"Fang Zuo..."

"Fang Zuo?" Hashimoto Yuna's legs rubbed Fang Zuo's shoulders teasingly: "This name is not Japanese, are you Chinese?"

When Fang Zuo reached out and grabbed her ankle like he did last night, she screamed and wanted to pull back: "I can't do it anymore...I really can't."

Seeing the man just pass a warm current over, I immediately felt much more comfortable.

Only then did she feel at ease and continue to press the man's strong back with her white, plump and soft soles of her feet.

She slowly lowered her beautiful legs, supported her body with difficulty, stretched out her arms, hooked the man's neck, and fell into her arms.

Wait until the two buttocks fell into the man's big hands.

She pressed her little face against the man's heart, listening to its surging beat.

The touch of skin and the sense of security made her moan with satisfaction.

but.

Hashimoto Yuna has a biggest question in her mind, which has been kept in her heart.

She still couldn't figure out who asked such a powerful person to save her.

I can't figure out what powerful force I know.

The man just waved.

Emperor Sutoku, the huge vengeful spirit who had led the ghost tribe for hundreds of years, just lay on the ground like a rotten rag.

Not even as good as a dog.

Leave it to your own devices.

then

I let out all my anger.

Every time he heard Emperor Chongde scream in pain, he felt happier.

I feel even more grateful to this man.

Although I did want to suppress the pain in my heart through physical stimulation last night.

But it cannot be denied that every woman who admires a strong man does not want to miss such a strong man.

but.

Who asked him to save himself?

It is definitely not the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force, otherwise, why would they need to deploy so many warships and launch so many missiles.

"Who asked you to save me?" Hashimoto Yuna asked the question she wanted to know most.

But the man's words petrified her instantly.

"Sakura Kurumi..."

"Ah?" Hashimoto Yuuna was stunned on the spot, her whole body as stiff as steel.

"You... who are you to Sakura Kurumi?"

"Men..." Fang Zuo said the answer that Hashimoto Yuna least wanted to know.

Am I...cheating on my best friend's man?

Oh My God....

Yua Hashimoto's little head buzzed, and various scenes of the future echoed in her mind.

Did you become a mistress just like this?

How to do?

But before she could think it through.

The big hands began to knead her buttocks, which were just big enough to be held in one hand.

Then a large hand left, stroking her round thigh, then following the exaggeratedly smooth curve of her leg, passing her calf, and finally grasping her ankle.

This familiar grip left Hashimoto Yuna no time to think about what to do next.

"No, no, I...I really can't do it anymore." Hashimoto Yuna said in shock: "No...I mean, we can't do this anymore. Sakura Kurumi and I are good friends."

"She's a very good friend. She saved my life..."

“This is the second time…”

"We can't betray her again... We can't do the wrong thing again..."

"Wait, listen to me, it's not right for us to do this..."

"Are you listening anymore? Please listen to me, okay?"

"Yes, I asked for it...but I didn't know..."

"It hurts!!"

"what!!!"

Available in the next second.

Hashimoto Yuna sank into it again.

And this moment.

Inside the Supreme Court.

Masami Miura was not in a good mood.

As soon as I arrived at the court, I saw the notice sent to me by the court.

It turned out to be the backup record submitted to the court by the famous North American female lawyer.

She will become Governor Miura's representative attorney.

just now.

Governor Miura has been handed over to prosecutors by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.

Hojo Sakura is the prosecutor of this major criminal case.

But it was only a few short days.

She could keenly sense that the attitudes of her family members towards her had changed again.