Chapter 108 Black Bible
Fang Zuo arrived at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo after getting off the Shinkansen.
Still in that large executive suite.
The bald old man was lying on the two naked women playing PS games as usual, with red wine and fruits placed beside him.
The surprise this time was not the two young girls from last time, but two mature women.
Although she has a good appearance, she still has charm.
But it was so cooked that its belly drooped.
"What do you want me to do, sir?" When the bald old man saw Fang Zuo standing at the door, he quickly threw the handle aside.
He stood up, lowered his arms, and bowed respectfully.
At first, the two mature women under him were at a loss, but fortunately they were well trained, so when they saw their master in this posture, they quickly lay on the ground and dared not look up.
"He has a wide range of interests and a rich taste." Fang Zuo walked in.
"Excuse me, sir. It's just a little hobby." The bald old man said with a smile.
Fang Zuo originally wanted to sit on the sofa as usual, but when he took a look, he felt that it was a bit dirty.
Just standing straight in front of the bald old man.
This abnormal behavior.
Instead, the bald old man was frightened so much that he trembled all over, thinking that he had done something wrong again.
The black heart inside the clothes was beating rapidly and sweat was dripping down his forehead.
Fang Zuo looked at the dense beads of sweat on the bald old man's head in surprise.
Am I that scary? "Two things."
"First, regarding the incident in the southern waters of Hokkaido, I need you to investigate the inside story, with a focus on Shintoism, including all relevant information about them."
"The second thing is, will you accept this?"
Fang Zuo took out a crystal clear crystal and held it in his palm. There were mysterious lines inside, and it was still rotating.
Suddenly the whole room was shrouded in a sacred atmosphere.
This is the smallest imprint of heaven and earth left behind after the spirit souls of the righteous gods were stripped away.
"This is, this is, God," the bald old man stuttered, even his words were unsteady.
His throat trembled and he swallowed several times to calm himself.
Only then did he dare to stretch out his trembling hands and slowly take it from Fang Zuo's hand.
Look carefully, rub and feel it slowly, not daring to miss even a tiny bit.
"Will you accept it?" Fang Zuo frowned.
Real ink.
“Collect, collect, collect, collect!” The bald old man shouted “Collect” several times, his eyes still staring at the crystal.
The excited expression on his face was just like a desperate gambler staring at a huge lottery ticket.
His eyes are frighteningly red.
“Is this thing valuable enough?”
“Enough, enough, enough!”
"Then give me some change. As usual, give me US dollars."
The bald old man fell to the ground with a thump, his expression extremely ugly: "Sir, can I use real estate? I don't have enough cash."
"Okay, bring over as much cash as you have." Fang Zuo nodded: "Get ready, I'll come get it."
Looking at the old man nodding repeatedly on the ground, Fang Zuo turned around and walked out without saying anything else.
When he reached the door, Fang Zuo suddenly thought of something and turned around.
"Put a new sofa here. I don't want to stand next time."
The bald old man was stunned, turned around and looked at the sofa, then understood something.
I was scared to death by the feeling of love.
He stood up and kicked the two mature women in the area.
The two of them were kicked so hard that they cried out to their master in grievance.
"Who told you two to dirty the sofa with your hooves? You scared me half to death."
He lowered his head and looked at the crystal in his hand again, trembling with excitement again.
Although no one knows where this gentleman got the divine mark, it is what everyone dreams of.
No.
It's something I wouldn't even dare to dream of.
The bald old man excitedly raised his still trembling hand, took out his cell phone and dialed the number.
After the report, there was silence on the other end of the phone.
"Boss?" The bald old man was confused.
There was a sound of something falling from the other end of the phone, followed by a hoarse voice.
"Not long ago, I received news that more than a dozen Shinto gods were annihilated, and shrines across Japan were shaken."
"What you mean is..." The bald old man sat down on the sofa.
"No matter if he did it or not, we still have to follow the old rules and maintain good friendship. You can offend me but not him." The person on the other end of the phone said firmly, "We can no longer reveal the little thoughts we revealed to the demon department before. Even if someone comes to kill us, we can't say a word."
“Then this thing.”
"Baga, you still have to ask this? Send it to me quickly, right now, right now! You must send it to me personally. With this, I can move on to the next level."
Kabukicho in Shinjuku is unusually deserted during the day, and is no different from an ordinary business district.
Fang turned left and came to Xinrong Planning.
The cat cafe was surprisingly closed.
There was a sign hanging at the door: The store is being cleaned and will be closed for one day.
Fang Zuo walked in.
Kawano Ayaka was cleaning the store alone.
She was wearing a white long-sleeved vest with one button on the chest undone.
Super short denim shorts.
Revealing a slender waist and a pair of beautiful, soft, white porcelain legs.
Occasionally, when she bent over, the small piece of white and soft buttocks flesh came out.
No shoes.
A pair of white stockings wrapped around the feet and calves, stepping on the wet floor.
The stockings rustled. Kawano Cai was spraying the floor with a water gun, with a mop beside her.
As the water gun moved around.
Water splashed everywhere.
He Zhi Cai's hair was splashed with water and her whole body was covered with water stains.
The white vest was also wet, becoming gradually transparent, sticking tightly to the skin, vaguely revealing the porcelain-white skin and the small but full and trembling softness of the two breasts.
Seeing Fang Zuo suddenly coming, He Zhicai suddenly let out a cry.
"oops."
Turn off the water gun immediately.
Hide behind the counter.
He lowered his head and hugged his own small body.
Fang Zuo was confused as to why everyone was so scared of him today.
Following in, stepping on the water.
He Zhicai was sitting in the recliner with her back facing him, her long legs bent and her small feet resting on the chair.
The little body was trembling slightly and cutely.
Fang Zuo held her shoulders and gently pulled her over.
I saw the jade-like feet stepping on the chair, tightly wrapped in white stockings, slender enough to be held in one hand.
Feeling that Fang Zuo was looking at her, He Zhicai hurriedly covered her eyes shyly.
"Don't look at me, you're shy." He Zhicai's face turned red as if blood was dripping out.
Fang Zuo picked up He Zhicai and sat her in his arms.
It was natural for him to grab a white foot and squeeze it.
Wet touch.
Still plump and tender, soft as if it has no bones.
After just a few strokes, the cool feeling in my hands warmed up.
It looks smoother and softer.
He Zhicai hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck.
Even the little ears turned red.
Suddenly he mustered up the courage and pecked Fang Zuo lightly on the cheek.
Little Face was about to leave.
"That's not how kissing works."
But Fang Zuo didn't let her go, his heavy breath pressed on her soft little mouth.
He Zhi Caihe grasped Fang Zuo's shirt tightly with both hands.
Unconsciously, she spit out her pink hair and let Fang Zuo tease her.
Kawa no Caiqi held her breath and almost suffocated during the kiss.
My whole body was shaking.
The two fox tails behind him blew away and he could no longer hide himself and appeared.
Fang Zuo let her go.
He still couldn't let go of her delicate little feet wrapped in white silk.
"Where are the two of them?"
He Zhicai's eyes were still in a daze, and she said "Hmm?" in a daze.
Only then did I react.
The little head buried itself in the man's arms and rubbed against him.
"They took the kids to the underground garage to clean up the environment, saying that they were going to build a big supermarket as you said."
Such quick movements.
Fang Zuo was stunned.
"So where do all these people sleep at night?"
"There are enough rooms upstairs. Several people can sleep on tatami mats in one room. It's much better than our previous conditions."
"I'll give you the empty store next door later." Fang Zuo said as he took out a card with the revenue transfer of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel on it.
"Give this to them for decoration and purchase of goods."
Kawa no Caiya accepted it obediently.
"Can you use the computer to pay?"
"Yeah, I got it. It turns out to be quite simple. Much simpler than doing the accounts." He Zhicai smiled sweetly.
"Great." Fang Zuo patted her little head.
"Are you leaving?" He Zhicai suddenly said in a low voice.
"Um?"
"No, yes." He Zhicai shook her little head.
"Do you want me to leave or not?" Fang Zuo pinched He Zhicai's little face with his free hand.
"Don't go." She hooked her arms around Fang Zuo's neck and kissed him again: "I want this more."
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Reina Morisawa was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the messages on the iPad.
The bullet went through his shoulder accurately, leaving only a bloody hole.
It was also a gamble with my life, but it was a good bet.
The wound has slowly begun to heal.
In a few days, I will be able to be discharged from the hospital and finish the rest of the things.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." said Rena Morisawa.
An old man came in and explained in detail what had happened not long ago.
Then he retreated respectfully.
The seventh-generation lady in front of them was simply incomprehensible to these old subordinates.
Silently and rapidly improving the strength of the five of them.
He decisively mobilized the remaining forces and set up this ambush.
Now it seems to be very successful.
Except for a few stubborn elements, people in Kansai were spreading the word that it was Rena Morisawa's conspiracy.
But they were already lost.
The situation is under our control.
After hearing the old man's report, Rena Morisawa flipped the tablet with satisfaction.
Various apps in the tablet, as reported in the message.
Kim Mi-jeong's army of Korean self-media has begun to vividly describe Japan's century-long gang history.
Several popular bloggers made detailed videos.
He brought out various data and evidence, and introduced the history and current situation of Japanese gangs in an orderly manner.
[Shocked, the No. 1 underworld organization in Japan is not the Yamaguchi-gumi? ]
[The disappearance of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the rise of the Sumiyoshi-kai! 】
[Tokyo's No. 1 gang, Sumiyoshi-kai, how much do you know? ]
[The fall of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Sumiyoshi-kai's dream of unifying Japan! ]
[The Kanto and Kansai gangs collided, and Kansai was defeated! ]
[The last battle of the Yamaguchi-gumi! The end of an era! ]
And those Japanese self-media have also continued to reprint the news.
It can be predicted that this wave of popularity will quickly spread and attract widespread attention from the entire society.
Especially Tokyo.
Before I recovered.
The high attention from the government, media and the public will cause the Sumiyoshi-kai to be in a long-term state of contraction in Tokyo.
Moreover, the suspicion of the subordinates in the Yamaguchi-gumi will become less and less, and people's hearts will gradually lean towards him.
Reina Morisawa was very satisfied.
His ally Jin Meiting is really a powerful woman.
But this situation happened in just a few days.
certainly.
Only that powerful man can control it.
I am the same.
If possible.
Two women whose ambition is above all else, neither of them is willing to crawl at the feet of the same man.
but.
I didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance or calculation.
I guess it’s the same for Jin Meiting.
Think of that man.
The strong feeling of emptiness makes Rena Morisawa look forward to meeting a man next time.
Looking forward to being crushed and filled.
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In the House of Representatives.
The Prime Minister looked at the stunning woman opposite him.
An invincible figure.
Delicate face.
How many people in the political arena want to possess her, openly or secretly.
The prices offered are astronomical.
And this woman is as beautiful as ever.
No.
More and more beautiful.
Looking at the full and exaggerated curves swaying in the white sweater opposite.
The Prime Minister was slightly distracted.
Shiraishi Nagihiru gestured.
The pair of huge things inside the white shirt on his chest shook violently with the rise and fall of his breath, showing their elasticity.
The last second she was hiding in the bathroom, sending a sweet voice to Fang Zuo on her cell phone.
The next second she was standing at the questioning desk, questioning the prime minister and cabinet members in a clear and passionate voice.
"Mr. Prime Minister, I totally disagree with your defense."
"As the figures in the above report show, under you and your cabinet, inflation has skyrocketed and unemployment has continued to rise in recent years."
"My constituents are facing the most unequal treatment and poverty in history, especially young voters, who can't even get a normal job opportunity."
"With this unemployment rate, there are nearly 1,000 new AIDS patients and a 20 percent increase in female STD patients in Tokyo."
"What's even more outrageous is that the high temperatures this month have killed hundreds of people in Tokyo alone."
"On behalf of the people, I want to ask, what exactly are you doing? Is it just for show and to use taxpayers' money to upgrade military equipment?"
"Knock, knock. Knock." The Speaker knocked the gavel: "Mr. Prime Minister, it's your turn to speak."
Abe Noja looked at Shiraishi Nagiko on the stage with great admiration.
You don’t need to look at the polls to know that the effect of Shiraishi Nagimitsu’s questioning this time is very good.
The people in front of the TV were probably applauding enthusiastically.
Abe Nojaku thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out who the powerful person behind Shiraishi Nagiko was. Her family had fallen into ruin.
There were no obvious signs from other Onmyoji families that they stood up to support her.
What's more, her goal has always been to weaken the Onmyoji family.
Who is this powerful person?
It's obvious.
The two groups of ninjas sent to find out the news died before they could even send out a warning message.
Abe no Suzu decisively stopped the dispatch.
There's no point in taking any more risks without figuring out who it is.
Fortunately, I had no ill intentions at the beach villa that day.
Even though he teased her later, he was the one who suffered the loss and could only let her go with a helpless look on his face.
It would be great if this woman could unite with me.
Abe Noja looked at Shiraishi Nagiko with confidence.
No matter how much better she becomes.
The position of Prime Minister is his own.
I really need her to assist me.
We can only use some other methods to make Shiraishi Nagimitsu give up.
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Fang Zuo bid farewell to Kawano Caihe and came to Tokyo Women's University.
The little girl was dazed by the kiss.
Only when the cat-girl sisters came back did she shyly pretend nothing had happened and pushed herself away.
Fang Zuo stood at the highest point of the Women's University.
On the flat roof of the teaching building.
Meditate and regulate your breathing.
Breathing in and out spiritual energy that is slightly thicker than before.
From time to time, he expanded his divine sense to find out everything about the school.
Only after refining ten broken souls did he dare to occasionally spend his spiritual power so extravagantly.
In that old women's dormitory.
The girls were playing games, watching videos, video chatting, and doing homework.
There's nothing particularly unusual about it.
There are many unfamiliar faces of teachers on the floor where teachers’ dormitories are located.
Fang Zuo didn't know who it was.
After a quick glance, there was nothing unusual.
Nagano Rei was in a single dormitory, wearing a large T-shirt and pure white panties.
Expose these two long, round legs.
I don't know who I'm talking to on the phone.
"I know. Don't worry. I have enough money."
"I know. Please thank Uncle Akagi for introducing this job to me. I will work hard."
"Yes, but I will definitely participate in this martial arts tournament. The prize money is huge."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Not many people are learning martial arts now, and the rent of the dojo is expensive. It's hard to run. I understand."
"I didn't do the underground boxing. Don't listen to what my brother said. Now the underground boxing is not allowed to use spiritual power. It's all brute force. I can't beat those monsters even if I go."
"I know, I know, don't worry."
"OK."
After saying that, Nagano Rei hung up the phone and sighed again.
I dialed another number: "Hello, are you looking for a sports tutor online? I'm a teacher at Tokyo Women's University."
"Yes, I'm a freshman teacher."
"I teach physical education. I teach karate and judo. Oh, baseball? I know baseball."
"I have no trophies or sports certificates, but..."
Beep beep beep.
Before Nagano Rei could finish her words, the call was hung up.
She scrunched her face in anger and waved her fist in the air.
Then he became dejected.
While looking at the recruitment information on the tablet, he continued to make the next call.
Fang Zuo shook his head.
Such a talented martial arts woman can hardly find a part-time job now.
No wonder.
These people will not be allowed to appear in any official television sports programs or games now.
The greatest commercial value comes from these programs.
Even fewer families would allow their children to actually learn martial arts and endure the hardship.
In modern society.
The status of these martial arts masters is not only far inferior to that of Onmyoji, but even lower than that of some physical education students with certificates.
Fang Zuo’s spiritual thoughts expanded.
In another single dormitory not far away.
Momoki Kanona was wearing a black suspender skirt, lifting her snow-white legs to exercise the lines of her legs.
While flipping through the thick book in his hand.
As she lifted her legs, her skirt slipped down from time to time.
Revealing cute pink strawberry panties.
And a small piece of white and tender buttocks.
A pink bow was tied at the edge of the panties.
Everything is normal.
There doesn't seem to be anything noteworthy.
Fang Zuo’s mind was about to retreat.
Suddenly I noticed something on the desk in the distance that looked very familiar to me.
A thick Bible.
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