Chapter 354: The Crush of the Harem Beauties

Miura Masami, with her hair tied up and wearing a plain floral kimono, kneeled down to worship the shrine and then stood up.

He glanced coldly at the portraits of his father and brother.

A complex emotion swept through my heart.

It was only a brief moment.

The feet in white socks moved a few steps in the house and then stopped.

Look around.

Looking at the elders of the family kneeling below and maintaining respect, she smiled slightly with her lips painted with peach lipstick.

I finally felt the Miura family in my hands.

This is the taste of power.

So intoxicating, like the master's greatest strength.

Crush yourself over and over again.

A flush of excitement appeared on Masami Miura's face as she looked at everything that belonged to her.

Today's Japanese families do not have the strict hierarchy that they did during the Warring States period.

But the interests of modern society still unite them closely together.

Being expelled from the family means social death.

"I've seen Miura Daiya's grades," Miura Masami said calmly, her red lips slightly parted. "Not very good, but not too bad either. After graduation, I will arrange for him to enter the Supreme Court as an assistant to Chief Justice Hattori. Five years later, I will arrange for him to be a judge in the Kanagawa Prefecture District Court."

"Yes, thank you, patriarch." An elder in the audience prostrated himself on the ground and said gratefully.

He was well aware that this child, born in his old age, was of average talent.

If his son had not been born into the Miura family, with his talent and hard work, he would at most be a lawyer's assistant after graduation.

Even if you use all your connections and spend a lot of money, you can only become an assistant to a local judge.

According to the promotion path of judges in the Japanese judicial system.

A judicial assistant must work for ten years and pass the assessment before becoming a formal local judge.

And now.

As soon as he graduates, Daiya Miura will be able to work as an assistant to a chief justice at the Supreme Court.

It only takes five years to be able to be delegated as a judge in a local court.

After that.

Almost all of the examiners for judicial promotion examinations are relatives or disciples of the Miura family.

It is no exaggeration to say that the future days will be smooth sailing.

"Miura Kazugoro, his grades are very good. I took a look at his test paper and I am very satisfied with his answers." Miura Masami continued: "I also asked for his own opinion. This child wants to be a prosecutor."

"That's great. That's a great ambition. Our Miura family hasn't had our own direct staff in the prosecutor's office in recent years. I'm very happy that this kid has this idea."

"The child has grown up, but he has not forgotten the glory of the Miura family." A middle-aged man in the audience lowered his head: "Unlike me and his mother, we can only teach in school."

"That's not the case. You two have also trained quite a few students for the Miura family." Miura Masami said with a smile:

"I have already informed Deputy Chief Prosecutor Hojo Sakura of the Special Investigation Division of the Public Prosecutor's Office. As long as he performs well in the next year of judicial training, he will be allowed to join the Special Investigation Division as an exception!!"

"Ah!! This is great, thank you, master of the house, thank you so much!" The wife next to the middle-aged man raised her head happily.

Seeing that her man was still in a daze.

He quickly reached out and secretly poked him in the back.

The middle-aged man finally woke up and crawled on the ground, so excited that he didn't know what to say.

It was his wife who quickly spoke up: "My husband and I are so grateful to the master of the house. We are so grateful that we don't know what to say!!"

The couple understood that the path of a prosecutor is not like that of a judge, where all promotion and appointment powers are decided by the highest arbitrator.

The Prosecutor's Office is part of the government sector, and promotions are decided by the administrative arm of the Ministry of Justice.

This is exactly the weak point of the Miura family, which is why no direct bloodline has been able to enter the Procuratorate over the years.

In Japan.

Even if an ordinary person has excellent academic performance, it will take at least fifteen years for him to become an ordinary prosecutor starting from a deputy prosecutor.

This is still the District Attorney.

The Special Investigation Department of the High Prosecutors' Office is an exception.

This place is often responsible for politicians, wealthy businessmen and various major criminal cases.

Sometimes, if a prosecutor handles a few major cases, he or she can be promoted faster than a judge.

If your child can enter the Special Investigation Department, that would be a bright future.

As long as he doesn't make any big mistakes, he can quickly climb to the position of prosecutor, and he will be affiliated with the High Prosecutor's Office.

It can be said that he had entered the imperial city.

How could this not make the couple excited? "As for Miura Katsuji, I have also asked someone to say hello. When he comes out of the hospital and returns to the prison, someone will naturally protect him." Miura Masami walked to another kneeling old man, bent down slightly and patted his shoulder:

"Don't worry, he won't suffer any harm in prison. When he's released, his lawyer's license will be restored."

"The Japanese Bar Association is made up of our people, so you don't have to worry about that."

"However, you need to discipline him and don't make such a big mistake again."

"Hey, I will definitely discipline him well, thank you, head of the family." The old man finally let go of the stone in his heart and prostrated himself on the ground in gratitude.

Miura Masami straightened up again and walked to the other middle-aged man: "Recently, I heard a lot of rumors in my family saying that I killed my biological father and brother. This is simply nonsense."

"These two are my closest relatives, how could I do such a thing!"

Her small hand patted the shoulder of the middle-aged man next to her: "Miura Ryuta, don't you think so?"

The middle-aged man nodded mechanically, his face slowly turning red.

"By the way, Miura Ryuta, your son and nephew failed the judicial examination this year." Miura Masami said as he walked to the stage: "I rejected it personally."

Ryuta Miura suddenly raised his head and stared at Miura Masami's back.

When Miura Masami turned around to look at him, he quickly looked away.

"As for the reason, you know why!"

"My father died after falling down. His body has been examined by a forensic doctor. This is a fact that cannot be covered up by anyone who slanders me."

"As for my own brother, I hate him for joining the United States, for betraying the Miura family, and even more for destroying the Miura family's nearly 100 years of honor. I have no reservations about this, but I did not kill him." Miura Masami slowly knelt down again, scanning the crowd:

"If!! If there is anyone who still wants to follow my brother, then I don't mind letting him follow me underground."

"Now, let's hold the first meeting of the Miura family after I become the head of the family."

"Hi, head of the family!" Everyone lowered their heads and handed over the documents in their hands.

"Longi Green Energy Co., Ltd. was sued by Chinese photovoltaic company JinkoSolar for patent infringement worth billions of yen. They came to our Miura family and asked for help."

"This is a compensation case for the Fukushima nuclear accident at Tokyo Electric Power Company. The Jewish consortium has approached us many times. They hope we can lower the amount of the penalty."

"This is a case where Disney sued a Japanese confectionery company for trademark infringement."

"These are members of the Heyuan and Ishida families who are taking the judicial examination. They want us to help them pass it."

Miura Masami looked at the cases that the clan members brought up one after another, from all over Japan and internationally, seeking the Miura family's legal assistance, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

After the meeting.

Masami Miura stood up and stretched.

"Master, there is a guest visiting," the family servant came up and said, "It's Congressman Shiraishi."

"Shiraishi Nagimitsu?" Miura Masami was stunned: "Please come in."

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

Feng Dielian, wearing a police uniform and looking serious, sat in the largest conference room of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

The walls of the conference room were surrounded by fully armed police officers.

The huge conference room was filled with people.

There were faint sounds of small conversations.

Most of them are elderly, and the youngest is also in his prime.

They were all dressed in formal Japanese attire, and the spiritual energy they emitted gathered at the top of the hall.

So impressive!

These are the patriarchs of the Tokyo Onmyoji family.

Some are new rich people who have moved into the Tokyo metropolitan area in recent years, while others have lived and thrived in Tokyo for hundreds of years.

"Stand up!" Feng Dielian, who was sitting in the first seat, suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

With a 'swish' sound.

All police officers stood at attention in a uniform and standard posture, looked towards the door, and raised their hands to salute.

All the Onmyoji family patriarchs also stood up.

He put on the kindest smile of his life and looked towards the door.

All these people's eyes were focused on a cold and beautiful woman.

Sakura walnut.

She was wearing a dark blue police uniform and leather boots.

She has a high ponytail and a delicate face.

Just a little lip gloss.

Holding the police hat in his left hand.

Wearing the badge of the Superintendent of Police surrounded by golden cherry blossoms on the left chest, it represents the highest police rank in Japan.

An armband with the words "Security Bureau" embroidered on her right arm She stood at the door and looked around the venue.

Suddenly the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone avoided her sight.

Yingzora Kurumi walked towards the podium as if no one was around, and then placed her police hat in front of the podium in a standard manner.

Salute slightly to all the staff.

Then sit up straight.

"Sit down." Feng Dielian shouted.

There was another 'swish' sound in the conference room.

The police officers stood at ease.

Put your hands behind your back.

The new type of particle high-energy electrode gun on the waist was glowing faintly with full charge.

These new weapons made the high-level Onmyojis in the conference hall feel fearful.

After the Onmyoji family patriarchs sat down one by one.

Looking at Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian sitting on the left and right of the podium.

He remained silent and dared not say anything more.

Quietly waiting for Sakura Kurumi to speak.

"Everyone, I have read all the reports you submitted." Yingsong Kurumi glanced at the audience.

The families were silent.

Although his family had made great efforts to block Tokyo's huge underground waterway this time.

but.

He was still afraid that the director of the Security Bureau would mention his family's name in the next sentence.

These days.

It’s not that there have been no temptations, nor has there been no resistance.

There are conspirators and troublemakers, there are assassinations and there are open fights.

But in the end?

Even the members of the Ling Dissident Association and the cabinet ministers were implicated.

Not to mention the several Onmyoji families that had been rooted in Tokyo for hundreds of years and were driven out.

If only Sakura Kurumi spoke up this time, she would find fault with which family.

In all likelihood, this family will sell off its ancestral property at a low price and will be isolated from Japan's upper class circles from then on.

"On behalf of the government, I am very satisfied with your cooperation this time."

Wow. All the family heads breathed a sigh of relief.

"After the entire Tokyo sewer was sealed off, the heads of the families led their families to eliminate 232 fleeing monsters and 87 mutated monsters." Sakura Kurumi said, "Among them, the Ii family and the Tokugawa family eliminated the most monsters."

“For this, on behalf of the government, I would like to express my gratitude to you all.”

"Also, I will report the achievements of each family to the cabinet, and I will apply for tax reductions on each family's industries."

There was a relieved cheer from the audience.

For Japanese companies that exceed the net profit margin threshold of 8 million yen, the comprehensive tax rate starts at 30%.

This tax reduction means that each major family will have a significant additional income this year.

How could these family heads not be happy?

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"Everyone, through this search of the Tokyo underground waterway, the heads of the families have seen the current situation. The demon tribe has great ambitions." Yingkong Kurumi tapped the table lightly:

"In order to thoroughly understand the demon department's plot, I will order 250,000 police forces across Japan to conduct a demon census throughout Japan. All demons that are not registered by the local government will be convicted."

"At the same time, I will launch a search operation in the city sewers of 11 large cities, including Tokyo, Osaka, Yokohama, Nagoya, Sapporo, and Kyoto."

"In addition to requesting the cooperation of the Onmyoji families in various places, I also ask you to issue an order for all the branch families under your command stationed in these cities to cooperate."

"No problem." An old man stood up and said righteously, "Sakurazora Kurumi, on behalf of the Ii family, I will make all the family branches in Nagoya and Sapporo fully cooperate with your work."

This old fox, no one is better at changing his attitude according to the situation . The heads of the families below the stage murmured.

The head of the Tokugawa family immediately stood up and said, "Master Sakura Kurumi, on behalf of the Tokugawa family, I would like to state that Kyoto and Fukuoka will be handed over to the children of our Tokugawa family."

"Very good." Sakura Kurumi slowly stood up.

There was a noisy sound of chairs being pushed around in the audience.

All the heads of these distinguished Onmyoji families did not dare to be negligent and stood up one after another.

He stood up straight and looked at the cool and beautiful woman on the podium.

"Everyone, on behalf of the Japanese government and people, thank you all. Now, adjourn the meeting!"

After Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian walked out of the venue side by side.

"How was the meeting at the Lingyi Conference going?" Feng Dielian asked.

"Maybe I should go to the Fukushima nuclear power plant. I suspect there is some nuclear radiation research site of the demon department there." Sakura Kurumi said.

"The radiation there is so serious, do we have to go? I'll go with you." Feng Dielian said nervously.

"No, you stay here and take charge." Sakura Kurumi shook her head.

"The situation here has basically calmed down. It's good to have these section chiefs here. All the laboratory radiation equipment found has been transported away by Dr. Furukawa Miu." Feng Dielian said, "Don't refuse me, or I will resign and follow you again."

"Okay, okay," Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "I knew I couldn't get rid of you."

"That's good to know." Feng Dielian made a face.

"Let's go and get the equipment." Yingkong Hutao stepped forward and hugged Feng Dielian.

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West coast of North America.

Block 3 in San Diego.

This place is full of Mexicans with facial tattoos.

And a hip-hop black man with a dozen layers of pants showing.

There are all kinds of graffiti on the walls and cars.

The streets were full of people on drugs.

He felt groggy and like a zombie.

Many cars with missing parts were parked abandoned on the street.

This neighborhood is desolate and looks like the end of the world.

Fang Zuo and two other people had just gotten out of the old Chevrolet convertible.

Not long ahead.

Then there was a loud 'boom'.

Several people looked back.

The four wheels of the car were removed by a group of guys in an instant.

There were a few more crisp sounds of 'bang'.

The car windows were also smashed.

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori glanced at each other, ignored him, and continued walking forward.

Although Li Zhenxin travels around the world, she only goes to high-end and luxurious places.

I have been to the United States countless times, and I have always visited wealthy neighborhoods. I have never seen such a scene.

He was so scared that he grabbed the corner of Fang Zuo's clothes and hid behind him quietly.

"What are you doing? Be honest! Are you trying to take advantage of my best friend's man?" Chiba Iori frowned: "Where are you putting your hands? Can you touch his breasts?"

After saying that, she stretched out her little hand and slapped Li Zhenxin's hand away.

Then he grabbed Fang's left chest in a demonstrative manner.

"Don't you care? Our car was smashed." Li Zhenxin was still in shock and had no time to care about these things. She quickly said as she heard the crackling sounds in the distance.

"What do you care? Is this our car?" Chiba Iori sneered, "Have you forgotten? The owners of this car were walking back on the road naked."

"Indians in San Diego dig holes everywhere. It's lucky if they can come back alive."

Li Zhenxin was speechless.

Her pair of long, white legs attracted the convertible Chevrolet to stop.

Suddenly, four burly men with tattoos all over their bodies came down.

His eyes widened as he looked at Li Zhenxin and Chiba Iori.

Anyone would want to force this petite Asian girl under their body and play with her at will.

He walked over with a smile and was about to take action.

Then the ending is predictable.

After Chiba Iori broke eight of their arms, he also stripped off their pants.

We got in their car and came here.

"But without a car, how are we going to get to Los Angeles later?" Li Zhenxin looked at the people of all races passing by, all staring at her white legs with green eyes, and felt a little frightened.

If I didn't have my passport and money, I would have left long ago.

There is no South Korean embassy in San Diego, nor is there an office for the Samsung Foundation here.

Now if I want to get a new passport, I have to go to Los Angeles and follow Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori.

"Isn't it easy to get a car? Just rob it later. Are you stupid?" Chiba Iori didn't give her a good look. Seeing that Fang Zuo had walked away alone, he hurriedly followed him and took Fang Zuo's arm affectionately.

At this time.

A drug-addicted homeless man lying at Li Zhenxin's feet suddenly moved.

He raised his head and looked at Li Zhenxin.

She was so scared that she screamed and ran to follow the two people on the left above.

Chiba Iori led the way, and the three of them walked into an entertainment bar on the corner of the street.

The bar is filled with billiards, table football, darts and other entertainment facilities.

The dim light was filled with cigar smoke.

The people sitting inside were all burly men with tattoos all over their bodies.

Those who want to drink drink, and those who want to play with the facilities play with the facilities.

A woman with heavy makeup, tattoos and a bikini was walking among the crowd, carrying a tray of wine.

Let these men knead every part of the body.

It was bustling with activity until Fang Zuo and the other two walked in.

Suddenly.

The entire bar fell silent and everyone looked at them in surprise.

It is rare to see three such "clean" people in this place.

Especially these two Asian women.

A slender figure with long white legs exposed, with a curvy figure.

The little face is pale, but has a unique charm.

A girl with delicate features, even though she is wearing men's work clothes, she can't hide her charming charm.

Especially the red lips and beautiful eyes, which are different from the deep and delicate faces in Europe and the United States, making people want to reach out and ravage them vigorously.

Immediately a black man stood up, grinning lewdly and trying to move forward, but was stopped by a short white man next to him, who shook his head.

The black man immediately sat down again obediently.

"Where is Rocky Bonanno? Ask him to come out and see me." Chiba Iori said.

Everyone in the bar exchanged glances.

After a brief silence.

Burst into laughter.

All of them laughed so hard that they fell forward and backward.

"Miss, the Rocky Bonanno you mentioned is buried in the backyard now." The short white man smiled and said, "If you go dig now, you can find some rotten meat and bones."

"Oh? Isn't this the territory of the Bonanno family?" Chiba Iori frowned and said, "Did I remember it wrongly?"

"You're right, dear Asian lady, this used to be the territory of the Bonanno family." The short white man stood up, twirling the dagger in his hand, "But now, this is the territory of our Gambino family."

"Gambino swallowed up San Diego?" Chiba Iori was a little surprised: "It hasn't been long since I left North America, how could it be so soon? Then what about Los Angeles? That's the headquarters of the Bonanno family!"

"Of course it's ours too." The short white man bowed slightly and said, "Andy Gambino is willing to serve you. There is another lady. Your legs are really white. Do you mind letting me touch them?"

Li Zhenxin's face had already turned pale. She stood behind Fang Zuo, trembling in fear.

If she could, she would have jumped into Fang Zuo's arms and wrapped her legs around him tightly.

"I want to get a black market identity, is there any way?" Chiba Iori said.

"Of course, as long as we have money, it's fine." Andy Gambino said with a smile: "Although we are gangsters, we also value integrity."

"Whether you need a passport, state ID card, or driver's license, we can get it for you as long as you pay the money. It will definitely withstand any temporary inspection in the United States. If it is fake, we will compensate you ten times."

"Can I buy it on credit?" Chiba Iori said, "We've lost all our money!"

There was silence.

Then the whole audience burst into laughter again.

“Hahahaha!” Andy Gambino laughed until he almost couldn’t breathe. “This lady really knows how to joke. Go and ask around to see if there’s anyone who dares to owe our Gambino family a debt?”

At this time.

Four more figures rushed in through the door.

He covered his buttocks with his hands, his whole body was red and swollen.

He pointed at Fang Zuo and the other two angrily, gritting his teeth.

And at this time.

Los Angeles, 200 kilometers away.

Inside a huge auto repair shop.

An Asian woman stood in front of two white men in a kimono.

"Does it look good?" Reilly Gambino said with a smile.

"How come you went to Japan and brought back all the kimonos?" An elderly white man wearing boxing gloves frowned.

"I lost to a woman in Japan, and I heard she also came to North America." Reilly Gambino said with a smile, and her face suddenly turned cold: "I will defeat her in kimono and wash away my shame."

(End of this chapter)