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

This has caused many lawmakers to worry, but has also excited many forces.

undoubtedly.

This "third-party supervisory agency" will make lawmakers more cautious when accepting political donations in the future.

But this kind of institution also adds a piece of the pie of power and wealth.

Of course, this piece of cake belongs to the major family forces in Tokyo, and they are all ready to grab a share.

The second thing that surprised the Japanese people was that the major mafia case that everyone had been paying attention to was that all 65 members of parliament suspected of mafia were found not guilty.

Even the Tokyo Public Prosecutor's Office issued a statement: Due to insufficient evidence, they decided not to prosecute...

The entire island nation was in an uproar.

The people kept shouting and cursing.

From online to offline, the scolding became more and more intense.

But this has no effect on Japan's upper class.

This is the conclusion reached by the three forces of prosecution, law and politics.

There is no possibility of a comeback.

Even if the scolding becomes a hot topic, what can it matter?

This is a complete judicial closed loop with no gaps that can be pried open.

No one can do it!!

Even if the people take to the streets to protest, what can they do?

You still have to live the life you should live.

How long can the parade last? One day? Two days? Three days?

not to mention.

The forgetful lower classes of Japan will soon become interested in a new topic.

As for the congressman's black money case, it will be put behind us immediately.

It's not even as popular as a female teacher's retirement.

In Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office.

"Mr. Shiraishi, thank you so much..." Takeda Ryosuke thanked him repeatedly over the phone. "If I wasn't afraid of people seeing us meeting, I would definitely come to your office to thank you in person."

"Please believe me, if you run for prime minister, I will definitely be your staunch supporter..." Takeda Ryosuke said firmly on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Takeda, you are so polite... Thank you very much." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in the office wearing a white shirt, and her fair feet were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings under her black trousers.

A pair of increasingly erect and erect breasts pushed open two buttons of the shirt.

On the sofa in the distance in front of her, Keiko Minamikawa was wearing a red long dress and a fur coat, staring intently at her cell phone.

Mei Shiraishi was watching a TV series, and I don’t know what plot she was watching, but her face was full of sadness.

"No, thank you." Takeda Ryosuke said excitedly on the other end of the phone: "I'm not supporting you simply because you help me, Councillor Shiraishi."

"Your methods astound me. In just ten minutes, you solved something I could never have done. I never thought the bill would pass Congress so easily."

"You know, I was desperate..."

"My idea this time was just luck..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"That's not true, Councillor Shiraishi is too polite. I'm truly impressed by your ability to make things happen. I believe that if you were elected Prime Minister of Japan, you would lead Japan out of its current predicament." Takeda Ryosuke said, "That's why I decided to support you!!"

"I have to thank Councillor Takeda for his trust in me," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "Leading Japan out of the 'developed country trap' has been my aspiration since I entered politics..."

"It's because of members like Shiraishi that I haven't despaired of this country..." Takeda Ryosuke said excitedly, "I can't believe that even the black gold guys can't be sent to prison now. I'm really ashamed of this country's judicial system..."

"Everything must be done step by step..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu advised.

By the time he killed the excited Takeda Ryosuke, Shiraishi Nagimitsu was already thirsty.

He picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Alas, I don't think I can do the job of a congressman. I don't envy him at all. He even has to be a psychologist." Minamikawa Keiko had put down her phone long ago and was looking at Shiraishi Nagimitsu and laughing.

"I envy you too. You can earn such a high income just by shooting commercials." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said after putting down his teacup.

"No, no, no, you better not try to steal my job." Minamikawa Keiko picked up her phone and turned it to Shiraishi Nagimitsu. "The live broadcast data that day was very good. Everyone was shocked. The old president even ran into my office and asked me where I got the inspiration to suddenly go live..."

"Then what did you say?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly became alert.

"Hey, don't be so nervous. Am I that stupid? Can you tell him?" Minamikawa Keiko said with a smile, "That old guy has a very good relationship with Abe Nojaku. He must be here to get information about me."

"I said I had no commercials recently and had finished filming the first season of the TV series, so I had some free time, so I decided to help out the live broadcast department. Who knew I'd run into this? It was just a coincidence, I guess."

"He believed it?" said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"You have to believe it even if you don't. Besides, the results of my several live broadcasts have been very good. It's not a sudden whim. I do help my colleagues in the live broadcast department occasionally." Jingzi Minamikawa stood up and stretched, her bare white feet groping for her high heels on the office carpet.

The snow-white and straight instep made Shiraishi Nagimitsu look at it a few more times.

"It looks good, right?" Minamikawa Jingzi proudly straightened the instep of her foot. There were a few capillaries in her fair and delicate skin, which made the instep look even redder, whiter and plumper.

"Alas, this is the only part of my body I can show off in front of you, and the two dimples on my back." Minamikawa Keiko stepped her white feet into her high heels.

"What? Let me see." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said curiously.

"No, that's for my future husband to see." Nanchuan Jingzi pouted proudly: "Where are we going to eat today?"

"I want to eat robatayaki!!" Mei Shiraishi quickly put down her iPad and raised her hand to speak.

"Okay, let's eat this." Minamikawa Jingzi put on her shoes and picked up her handbag.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded, and the three of them walked out of the office building and came to the parking lot.

The driver had already turned on the heater in the car and was waiting for them.

Ma Feihui leaned against the pillar in the parking lot and watched the cars drive away.

He quickly leaped out of the parking lot, stopped a car that had suddenly braked and was trembling with fear, and followed it.

She has been really depressed lately.

The 'doctor' went back to deal with things and hasn't appeared yet.

It doesn’t matter if he didn’t show up, but all my money is gone.

And that card cannot be used now because it has not been renewed by the "doctor".

This gave Ma Feihui a headache. She "borrowed" some money from several wealthy people, but she didn't dare to borrow more for fear of being targeted by the local police.

Don't dare to be too indulgent.

In the past, when I encountered this kind of situation, I would always find some gang leaders to help me in the dead of night. It was both safe and reliable.

But for some reason, the underworld bosses in Tokyo seemed to have disappeared, and only some small-time yellow-haired thugs appeared.

Those pinball parlors and casinos have also become much more formal.

The card is locked and cannot be used, but I can't let it go and snatch it back.

And I have to go to the hotel every day to take a shower and change clothes.

Add to that meals and taxis, and it adds up to a considerable expense.

It's no secret that taxis in Tokyo are incredibly expensive.

Ma Feihui rubbed her handsome eyebrows in the back seat of the taxi, picked up her cell phone and dialed the doctor's number again.

The red lips whispered: "Hurry up and answer it! Hurry up and answer it!!"

But there was still no response.

The doctor did not reply to my message on Line.

Makihui touched the few Japanese banknotes left in her suit pocket.

What should I do after this? !

Do I, a human with demonic blood, have to work as a dishwasher?

------

Inside the Tokyo Government Palace.

A grand banquet was being held in a small banquet hall.

All military personnel in Tokyo gathered together.

At the base near Tokyo, all generals above the rank of colonel were present.

Besides.

Sakura Kurumi and Kaedeka Ren were also present as special guests.

Both men wore formal police uniforms as a sign of respect.

Cabinet Defense Minister Minoru Kihara and Naval Chief of Staff Ryo Sakai stood on the stage, one on the left and one on the right, hosting the banquet.

Defense Minister Kihara Minoru said with a smile on his face, holding the microphone:

"Everyone! This successful annihilation of the demon tribe was possible thanks to the cooperation of the Maritime, Ground, and Air Self-Defense Forces, but also thanks to our greatest hero, Hashimoto Yuna Shōbu."

"She completely disregarded her own safety and went undercover in the Ghost Clan's headquarters, allowing us to successfully capture the entire Ghost Clan in one fell swoop!!"

He paused, looked at the agitated crowd, and continued, "You must be wondering why our Hashimoto Yuna Shoubu is not among you."

"It's simple. Our Self-Defense Force's flower is dressed up in her finest attire. As the protagonist of this banquet, she can't be wearing the Self-Defense Force uniform like us."

Defense Minister Kihara Minoru waved his hand and declared, "Now!! Silence!! Please introduce our undercover hero, Hashimoto Yuuna! The star of this banquet!"

The lights in the hall dimmed.

Everyone looked at the aisle next to them.

I saw that Hashimoto Yuna's long hair was no longer tied up, but draped over her shoulders.

A simple pearl necklace and earrings make her skin shine in the light.

She was wearing a gorgeous little halter dress with just the right amount of bulge in her chest and slightly wide hips that accentuated the S-curve of the dress.

Her legs were of invincible size and took up two-thirds of her body.

She just walked over slowly in a pair of white ankle boots.

Looking at Yuuna Hashimoto and her slim figure reflected in the mirror beside the aisle.

The eyes of these Self-Defense Force generals widened.

There was a commotion.

Many people even whistled.

"Who said there are only two police beauties, Sakura Kurumi and Kaede Ren? We also have Hashimoto Yuna in the Self-Defense Force!!"

"That's right, from now on, if anyone says we don't have any beauties, just slap him in the face!!"

"I've decided to hang a picture of our Hashimoto Yuna Shoubu in my fleet's bedroom from now on!!"

"I agree. How about we raise funds so that Hashimoto Yuna can publish a photo album?!"

Hashimoto Yuna walked slowly.

Ahead was the stage she had been waiting for.

She knew she was about to embark on a brand new path!!

No need to hide in the dark and worry anymore!

There is so much light ahead!!

And everything.

It all started from that beach that she would never forget.

The rough sand covered her skin in various postures.

The slight tingling sensation made her feel unusually comfortable.

The big hands firmly grasped her slender ankles.

That rough breathing.