Chapter 290 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 of Japan's judicial system. Now that we failed in our first attempt, we have 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?" Miura Masami gritted her teeth and did not lift the long hair that covered her face. The father in her sight was blurry yet familiar.
Her heart seemed to be squeezed by a hand, and she was a little breathless. "It was my brother who proposed to make a big deal out of this, to impeach Sakura Kurumi in Congress and have her step down. This was also what you promised, father. Why do you blame 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!!" Miura Masami 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, and then the skin and flesh seemed to be burned by fire.
The pain was unbearable and only rubbing my hands constantly made it feel better.
"If you hadn't reopened this case, how could this happen? How dare you talk back? Kneel down." Miura Yoshihisa shouted loudly with his face flushed with anger.
"I won't kneel, I'm not wrong!! Yes, I deserve to die, I was the one who reopened the case, but did you tell me? I didn't know anything about this." Miura Masami rubbed the part where she was hit, tears gushed out, ran across her face and dripped onto her chest.
She curled up on the ground and wailed, "My brother committed the crime, but you don't blame him. Instead, you blame me for uncovering the case. Did you tell me? 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 is 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 was a child, he made mistakes and you blamed me for not bringing him up well. No matter what trouble he got into, you punished me. Why? What did I do wrong?" Miura Masami yelled loudly, but didn't expect to be hit on the waist again.
She arched her body in pain.
Yoshihisa Miura was so angry that his cane fell like raindrops.
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 her little hands and refused to let go.
The old Yoshihisa Miura was unable to move 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 hidden by the 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 let go of his cane, leaned on the old balcony railing, turned around and grabbed the phone beside him:
"I will call my students and colleagues right now and ask them not to nominate you for the next Supreme Court Justice. You are a useless person, an ungrateful person. Just wait."
"No!! Father, you can't do this!" Miura Masami 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, ignored his daughter's wailing, and picked up the phone to make a call.
"No, you can't do this." Masami Miura struggled to stand up, holding the phone with both hands and trying to snatch it away.
"What are you doing? You disobedient girl, how dare you snatch something from me?" Miura Yoshihisa held the phone tightly with both hands, pulled it back hard, his face flushed:
"I've made the call. Forget about being a Supreme Court Justice or walking around the judicial world in all dignity. I only need one word from you, 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 the 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 made the call, 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 the phone, give it to me quickly!!" Miura Masami 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, and with both hands he found nothing. He leaned back and was pushed hard by Masami Miura.
The whole body fell backwards, jumped over the short and old European-style hollow fence, and fell down from the high second floor.
With a thump.
The sound of a body falling onto the stone slab.
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, still glaring at him.
Bright red blood was flowing from the back of the head, spreading along the cracks in the stone slab.
"No, no, father." Miura Masami's body softened, and he held on to the fence with both hands to avoid collapsing. He muttered to himself, "I didn't mean it."
She turned around suddenly 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 was trembling all over and wanted to reach out to touch her father, but she didn't dare to. She 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 said angrily, "Why did my father fall off 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 hold up her face with one hand, and slightly turned her body to block the palm print on her face.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my father?" Governor Miura hurried forward and asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry, he was already dead when he was taken to the hospital." The doctor shook his head and turned away.
Governor Miura slumped down on the chair with a plop.
His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and sadness and despair surged up in him at once.
"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, turned his head suspiciously and looked at his sister who was standing there with her face covered.
"Yes." Masami Miura lowered his head and followed Governor Miura.
In the emergency room.
Looking at Yoshihisa Miura who was lying on the emergency table with his eyes closed.
Governor Miura knelt down and cried loudly on his father.
Masami Miura quickly knelt down and sat aside.
Frightened and sad.
But there is an inexplicable sense of relaxation.
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Fang Zuo looked at the approaching Lady Bashi.
He looked around again.
The previously complete military camp is now somewhat dilapidated.
The top of the huge watchtower also shows signs of being destroyed and rebuilt.
There are many burn marks all around.
Even a hill in the distance has been flattened.
Mrs. Hachisha was wearing a white European-style gauze dress. A scent came over her.
The huge arc was about to hit his face.
"I told you not to run around. Stay in my base, little thing. Be careful not to be killed by those evil gods." Mrs. Hachisha wore a top hat and white, slightly transparent lace gloves on her hands.
He lowered his head and gently wiped Fang Zuo's face.
"It's not safe around here anymore. The front line has been lost. We have to evacuate immediately." Mrs. Hachiya said with a frown.
"Lost?" Fang Zuo was a little surprised.
Didn't the evil gods retreat one after another when we used the Taoist formation last time? Why are they suddenly retreating again?
"Yes." Madam Bachi sighed, "A powerful guy sneaked into the Kingdom of God and killed several gods in succession. In addition, Hinduism has been constantly hitting the incense barrier of the Kingdom of God, which has caused the Kingdom of God to be a little short of manpower."
It seems that guy is me.
Fang Zuo touched his chin.
"I'll take you to the Heavenly Pine in the Kingdom of God." Lady Hachiya said, "You should be one of the awakened ones who succeeded in the plan. You need to go there for testing."
Tensei? "Come on, the airship is about to land." Madam Hachiya turned and left.
Behind him was a group of guards dressed in samurai uniforms.
Seeing that Lady Hachisha seemed to be very concerned about this weak guy, everyone looked at her with jealousy.
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The Catholic heaven.
A huge ring-shaped disk floats high in the sky.
It is several kilometers wide.
Rotating slowly.
There are unknown runes engraved on the ring, emitting blue light.
The space inside the ring keeps fluctuating.
A rotating vortex-shaped creature, wearing a suit of armor made of blue crystal, was crawling on the ring-shaped disk.
All kinds of obscure syllables are uttered towards the fluctuating space in the ring.
"Master, we had successfully brought back the Zealot I, but this time an intruder broke in from the warp anchor point and took the Zealot I away again." The vortex-shaped creature in the crystal armor was churning violently:
"That invader was very powerful. The angel army lost more than 10,000 archangels and more than a dozen war colossi. Before the Holy Spirits arrived, the invader escaped from the Incense Barrier."
The space inside the annular disk fluctuated more violently.
A crystal tip slowly floated up inside the circular disk that was several kilometers in diameter.
Then a chair made of a huge crystal slowly appeared.
Sitting on this throne carved from a crystal stone that is nearly several thousand meters in size is a gigantic creature with four limbs but no facial features.
Dark blue all over.
Also wearing armor made of crystal.
The armor was carved with intricate and concave patterns.
From time to time, a blue energy flows along the lines.
The armor was somewhat tattered, and the patterns on it were intermittent.
This results in the blue energy being unable to connect.
This incredibly huge creature was half paralyzed on the huge crystal throne.
Countless fleshy tentacles drooped on its head.
Not moving.
"Didn't the incense barrier close the beehive?" A majestic yet weak voice echoed.
"My Lord, we are a step too slow. The intruder seems to be very familiar with the structure of Heaven. It seems that although this is his first time here, he must have been to other places before."
The huge creature drooped down, and a fleshy tentacle on its head slowly raised up and lightly touched the space.
A little space ripple appeared and disappeared with the ripple.
A huge holographic projection appeared.
Lifelike.
In the holographic projection, Fang Zuozheng used the Ashura Mingwang body to blow up a huge war statue with one punch.
This was clearly a war colossus made of various metal and rock shapes, but it died with blood and flesh flying everywhere and wailing.
Fang Zuo turned around and used his spiritual pressure to crush the archangels who were besieging him.
Corpses fell from the sky.
Then a huge golden hand appeared and smashed a crystal weapon in the distance, killing several archangels in the process.
“Is it him???” The majestic voice was shocked.
"Why does he still exist in this world???"
"Why didn't he leave???"
"No, it's not him. His realm is too low. Who is he???"
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Yua Mikami sat at the large conference table with a grim look on her face.
As a cash flow company under the Mitsui Group, Toyota's recent financial reports are not good.
The new person in charge of Mitsui Industries, the young and beautiful Ayaka Kawakita, really seems to not care at all.
He didn't even come to the meeting.
Doesn't she know how much property she will lose if Toyota really goes bankrupt?
What a strange woman.
The old man in front of me, Tetsuya Tada, was speaking eloquently in front of a group of shareholders in the conference room.
But the more he talked, the uglier Mikami Yuya's expression became.
Not to mention the shareholders.
As Toyota's chief engineer, Tetsuya Tada has been with the Toyota Group for decades.
The purpose of inviting him here this time was to let him talk about Toyota's future strategy and increase the confidence of shareholders.
But he kept praising the cars of BYD, Toyota's biggest rival and the culprit behind the recent profit decline.
Especially the BYD Ocean series which has just entered Japan.
The old engineer praised the rival's car to the utmost, which made the shareholders more and more angry.
"That's enough." Mikami Yuya knocked on the table: "Get out."
"Yes!" Tetsuya Tada walked out somewhat confused.
I haven’t finished my PPT yet.
Mikami Yuya took a deep breath.
He rubbed his eyebrows.
The assistant next to him handed over a document.
Mikami Yua looked at the information and felt even worse.
The two major conglomerates of Mitsui and Sumitomo, which he had tried hard to establish, to form an investment bank were blocked by Sumitomo.
As Japan's domestic economy continues to decline.
Yuya Mikami is eager to integrate the resources of the two major conglomerates in his hands, establish an investment bank, and strive to invest in overseas markets to gain profits.
Haven’t those old guys at Sumitomo already agreed to it?
Why do you suddenly regret it?
Yua Mikami keenly sensed that something was wrong.
There must be some other force involved.
Russia's tycoons have had a hard time recently because their funds have been frozen, and they rarely reach out to Japan.
The super-rich man in India is still swallowing up the entire Indian market, hoping to become the dictator of all industries in India for generations.
The European families are already struggling with their own problems and have recently been troubled by energy issues.
Apart from other Japanese conglomerates, the only ones who could stop their integration were several American families.
Who was it? She quickly ended the meeting.
Stand up and see off the shareholders.
I pondered silently for a while.
He said to the assistant behind him, "Send an invitation letter to those old guys in the Sumitomo Group. Tell them that I, Yuya Mikami, as a junior, invite them to the banquet. Please do me the honor and go now!!"
"Yes!" The assistant wrote it down and turned to leave.
Yua Mikami sat back in her chair and took out her cell phone with some difficulty.
He sighed heavily.
Then he turned on his phone.
Looking at the several missed calls from her father, she bit her lower lip and called back.
"Father!" The moment the call was connected, Yuya Mikami's expression changed and she called out affectionately.
"What? You know I'm your father, but you didn't answer my calls?" The head of the Mikami family said coldly.
"Oh, I was wrong. I was in a meeting. Please forgive me, Father." Yua Mikami said coquettishly.
"I will forgive you if you bring me a child." The head of the San Shang family added: "It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's that person's!"
"But he doesn't even return my calls, how can I give birth?" Yua Mikami replied with a blushing face.
"Mikami Yuya, you are a woman, a young and beautiful woman. Where is your charm? Where are your methods? You can't even chase a man. I can't imagine how you can lead the Mikami family." The head of the Mikami family said in a deep voice: "I didn't ask you to control him. It's impossible for a man like this. I only asked you to seduce him, but you couldn't do it. How can I trust you to hand over the position of the head of the Mikami family to you?"
"If you can't do it, just tell me earlier. I might as well find a young woman with good genes and have another child. I can train him for 20 years and let him be the head of the family. I think I can live that long."
“Father~~~!!!” Yua Mikami stomped her feet coquettishly.
"I'm not kidding you, Mikami Yuya. I hope that next time I call you, I'll get good news from you. Otherwise, I'll go and have another child right away."
"You will never be able to take the position of the head of the Mikami family. All resources will be given to him!!!"
After hearing my father's stern voice from the microphone, the phone was hung up with a beep.
Yuya Mikami sat down on the stool.
The two plump and perky buttocks kept squeezing the chair.
She could tell that her father was really angry.
But what can I do? That damn guy didn’t even reply to my message.
Yua Mikami took out her cell phone and looked at the call records.
I called him more than 30 times, but he didn't answer.
Is he dead?
She dialed again angrily.
busy tone.
Dial again.
Still the same.
"I'm so pissed~~~!" Yuya Mikami's face turned red with anger, and she stood up: "Damn this guy, is the cell phone meant for fun?"
"Miss, the invitation has been prepared. Would you like to take a look at it? Would you like to send it over now?" The assistant came over.
"Send your shit away! Let those old guys die." Yua Mikami walked towards the private elevator angrily.
The assistant knew that the young lady was in a bad mood and was not a fool, so he quickly moved out of the way.
Send the invitation first, otherwise when his anger subsides, he will cause trouble for himself.
Yua Mikami walked out of the elevator, drove her valuable black Bugatti [Voice of the Night] custom version, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out of the basement amid the huge roar of the engine.
The flames coming out of the exhaust pipe represent her mood.
Direction: Tokyo Women's University!!! Target: Kill that man!!! "This damn guy better not be there, otherwise, I..." Mikami Yuya stepped on the accelerator in frustration.
It seems like I can’t do anything to him!!
This damn man!!
I will kill you!!!
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Masami Miura dealt with her father's body and sent it to the funeral home before returning home.
Physically and mentally exhausted.
I didn’t dare to look at my lying father for even a second, let alone stay in that place.
I have to send out an obituary when I get back to inform my father's relatives, friends and all the family members.
Then there will be a farewell party.
When passing by the courtyard, the bloodstains on the ground had already been cleaned up.
But she seemed to see her father still lying on the ground, glaring at her fiercely.
This scene made Miura Masami's hair stand on end. He didn't dare to stay any longer and walked in.
Just walked into the hall and was about to go upstairs.
"Don't go."
A cold voice was heard from the dark hall.
Then the hall lights came on.
Governor Miura came over with a cold expression, holding in his hand the family whip that Miura Yoshihisa often used.
“Pah.”
A fierce whip fell on Miura Masami's body.
“Ah~~!” Miura Masami screamed and glared at Governor Miura: “What are you doing? Governor Miura!!”
"Sister, I want to know how our father died." Governor Miura said coldly.
"I've told you I don't know either. It's very likely that he fell while taking care of the potted plants himself." Masami Miura shouted, touching the area where he was whipped.
"Impossible. My father never likes new environments, so the short, old hollow fence has never been replaced." Governor Miura said expressionlessly, "He has stayed in that room and balcony for decades. He is so familiar with it that he can even cover his eyes to live there. How could he accidentally fall down?"
"Also," said Governor Miura, "the servant said that before my father died, you were the only one who saw him, and you had a big fight."
"I want to hear the truth! My dear sister, please don't make me really go crazy!!"
“You know when I’m crazy.”
(End of this chapter)
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