Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 144: Yamaguchi-gumi's Revenge
Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

Tsukahara Ichiyo was beaten to death on the ground by Zhang Benhe's random punches.

His whole body was like a piece of crushed dough, with several indentations from fist marks on it.

The bones in the body made breaking sounds from time to time.

He kept vomiting blood from his mouth, exhaling more than inhaling. I guess he won't live long.

"Father."

"Master of the house."

Tsukahara Shigeki and his family members gathered around.

After checking on his father's condition, Tsukahara Shigeki cast a resentful look at him and shouted to the sky, "Please, senior, kill them all without leaving a single one alive."

The Crescent Moon Munechika thrown out by Tsukahara Ichiyo turned into a huge black gas and soared into the sky.

The black air instantly filled the entire arena.

A huge crescent moon slowly appeared in the black fog, rising and falling.

Emitting a faint white light.

The cold and solemn light of the crescent moon resembles the blade of a samurai sword.

Captivating.

"It's [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]." A silver-haired Yin-Yang master suddenly shouted, "That's right, it's him."

"How is that possible? The [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] created by the Genji clan has long been gone for hundreds of years. How could it appear in Tsukahara Ichiyo's hands and become a samurai sword?"

"What's impossible? Maybe Tsukahara Bokuden became a swordsman thanks to this Shikigami."

"So, it turns out that the famous Sword Saint only reached the realm of Sword Saint with the help of [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]."

"Everyone be careful, [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] is a veteran Shikigami with great strength. Don't let him accidentally injure you."

Zhang Benhe looked at the crescent moon above him with disdain and shook his head. "I was wondering if this so-called Sword Saint was anything more than that. His body is so fragile that it can't withstand a few punches. It turns out he's just a fake who relies on external objects to improve himself."

He wiped his fist and shook his head: "What bad luck, what a damn bad luck."

A strange closed eye slowly appeared in the crescent moon in the sky, and then slowly opened.

An overwhelming pressure covered the entire arena.

The Onmyojis released their Shikigami to resist.

As expected of a veteran Shikigami, even his pressure is so strong.

Nagano Rei in Fang Zuo's arms was still crying sadly. Listening to the noisy voices of the crowd, she just glanced at the sky lightly and ignored everything.

The little face was hidden in the man's arms.

With this man around, there's nothing to worry about.

Just need to vent your emotions freely.

[Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]'s only eye emitted a black light, and a majestic voice uttered: "I"

Only one word was said.

The spiritual energy is confined all around.

A huge golden palm slapped down from its head.

The pupil of his only eye shrank rapidly.

Then there was a loud bang.

A large handprint with a deep indentation appeared on the grass and dirt on the arena, connected to the huge alloy floor below.

Like slapping a small ant to death, he slapped [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] to the ground.

Including the entire Tsukahara family who were crying around Tsukahara Ichiyo.

The concave handprint was a blur of blood and flesh, a pool of mud and blood.

If the appearance of [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] was surprising, then the appearance of the golden palm frightened all the Onmyoji present.

The spiritual pressure brought by the huge golden palm made the Yin-Yang masters present think that they were about to die.

Everyone, including their Shikigami, couldn't even move or struggle.

He could only stare at the huge golden palm, sweating profusely, and watch how he took the picture.

And then the ending was so bleak.

Looking at the Tsukahara clan who were dead beyond death in the handprint, their flesh was mixed together and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Thinking of the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] that appeared for only a few minutes and then immediately disappeared.

Everyone has not yet woken up.

But the next scene shocked all the Onmyojis.

The unruly Zhang Benhe behaved like a child, bowing to a young man whose face was unclear and saying, "Master Fang, you are here."

There was no doubt about the pious look on his face, if the young man had not casually waved his hand.

This Zhang Benhe must have already knelt down.

"When we were fighting, we talked too much nonsense and our punches were a little soft," said the young man with a blurred face.

"You are right." Zhang Benhe said respectfully.

And the next moment, the young man disappeared.

This scene made these Onmyojis look at each other in bewilderment as if they were dreaming.

'Pah.'

A crisp slap sounded.

Just as the Yin and Yang masters were speculating about who that young man was, Zhang Benhe clapped his hands:

"Everyone, the arena will be closed for three days. The Kanto Regional Martial Arts Championship finals will be postponed for three days. Please return."

This group of Onmyojis, who almost thought they were going to die, fled for their lives, taking their Shikigami with them and leaving the arena.

On this day, all the Onmyoji families in Tokyo were discussing who the mysterious Master Fang was.

Those who were present at the scene were full of confidence and swearing, while those who had not been there were skeptical and couldn't believe it. Who could be such a powerful person?

God? Demon God?
But one thing is true.

The Tsukahara Sword Master family, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was nearly wiped out in the arena.

In front of thousands of Onmyoji, Tsukahara Ichiyo was beaten to death by Zhang Benhe, the owner of the Kanto underground black boxing arena.

As miserable as a sandbag.

Other close relatives of the clan, including the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] who had not been seen for hundreds of years and turned into Mikazuki Munechika.

They were all beaten into a pulp by a mysterious young man, a man called Master Fang by Zhang Benhe.

There was no time even to howl.

Then the powerful Zhang Benhe was as respectful as a child in front of that man.

Return to Tokyo Women's University.

Nagano Rei still held Fang Zuo's waist tightly, her little face pressed against his chest, still crying softly.

Fang Zuo patted Nagano Rei's little head.

"Don't cry, it might just be a fire, no one is fine." Fang Zuo said.

"Really?" This sentence ignited all of Nagano Rei's hopes.

Wiping her tears, she raised her head with hope, and looked at Fang Zuo with her tearful face.

She believed what the man said. If he said it was okay, then it must be okay.

"I guessed it." Fang Zuo said.

Nagano Rei, who had already stopped crying and was wiping her tears, heard this.

The expectant expression collapsed again.

The little nose twitched and the little mouth twitched.

With a cry of "Wow", she started crying again in grievance.

"Okay." Fang Zuo patted Nagano Rei's little head: "You'll know if you go home and take a look."

After saying that, he placed his hand on Nagano Rei's abdomen and pressed gently.

A stream of pure Yin energy flowed from Fang Zuo's palm into Nagano Rei's dantian.

It was the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] that had just been annihilated, and was refined into essence by Fang Zuo.

This pure yin energy is of no use to opponents, but it is very beneficial to women who practice martial arts.

Nagano Rei only felt a cool breeze coming from Fang Zuo's palm, which stimulated her energy channels to flow throughout her body.

This cool air was like Fang Zuo's finger, carefully sliding across his abdominal muscles and down his legs.

When the sound scraped across her buttocks, Nagano Rei suddenly stopped crying and her body trembled.

Her little face turned red, and her hands tightly grasped Fang Zuo's shirt.

The buttocks are tightly clamped.

Then the cool air blows out from the other side of the buttocks and touches the tailbone.

Just when everyone thought it was over, Fang gently tapped Nagano Rei's dantian with his left palm, and the cool air turned from cold to hot and spread throughout the dantian.

Like a big hand kneading and twisting.

"What does it feel like?" Fang Zuo looked at the little person in his arms who was trembling non-stop.

Her beautiful eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid.

A woman's blush appeared on her delicate little face, but there were still touching tears on her face.

A pair of hands hugged her waist, her palms still tightly grasping her shirt.

"Think about peeing." Nagano Rei said tremblingly while crying.

Fang Zuo:.
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Morisawa Reina walked into the manor with graceful steps and smiled softly:
"Dear seniors, it's been a long time since we last met. You are all still so healthy. Morisawa Reina is very happy to see you all."

Stand in front of them.

Except for that man, no one can make her kneel down now.

Three old men sat on the tatami in the middle of the hall.

A young man with long hair and white clothes was kneeling beside them.

"Mori Ze Reina, why don't you kneel? Why are you so late?" An old man on the left shouted, "You made us wait so long."

"Excuse me, everyone. Traffic jams are quite severe in Tokyo, not like in Kansai," Morisawa Reina said respectfully, standing still. "One jam lasts for half an hour."

"Traffic jam? Is a traffic jam the reason we've been waiting for over three hours?" The old man on the right chuckled sinisterly, "Morizawa Reina, it seems like you're increasingly disregarding us old folks."

"Has it been that long? No, oh, how could that be? It still takes some time for a woman to put on makeup." Morisawa Reina smiled charmingly: "Morizawa Reina can't come to see you seniors without makeup and look sloppy."

"That's too disrespectful to the seniors."

"Hmph, you still have respect? I think you are lawless." The old man on the left snorted coldly: "These days, you have eliminated so many of our children. You know it in your heart. You, a little human woman, are becoming more and more presumptuous."

"How is that possible? Have you received less funding in the past six months? It's more than half as much as before. This alone proves my continued respect for you all." Morisawa Reina showed a surprised expression. "No, I respect you more, isn't it? Or is there anyone who is saying bad things about me?"

"My dear seniors, you are so wise and wise. You won't be deceived so easily."

"Reina Morisawa, you..." the other old man hadn't finished speaking.

"That's enough." An old man in the middle interrupted and said in a deep voice: "Mori Ze Reina, we are not here to argue with you this time."

"If it weren't for the fact that you've multiplied the organization's revenue several times over the past two years, I would have slapped you to death right now. We're here to ask you to do something."

"Izumo Yayoi."

"Hi!" The feminine young man with long hair and white clothes next to him stood up when he heard that.

Looking at Reina Morisawa, a smile appeared on her face.

"We've handed this kid over to you for training." The old man kneeling in the middle said in a deep voice, "This is a prince from the ancient country of Izumo. He will learn slowly by your side. In half a year, you must hand over the Yamaguchi-gumi to him."

"Morisawa Reina, as a human woman, we will give you one year to sit on the position of the seventh generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. This is the best reward for your contribution to the organization."

"As for the cleaning you did previously, we didn't ask about it before, we don't ask about it now, and we won't ask about it in the future."

"But, there's just one thing: no matter how reluctant you are, you must hand over the position of leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi to Izumo Yayoi in six months."

"do you understand?"

"Hey! I understand, respected seniors." Morisawa Reina bowed slightly respectfully: "Then this is little Izumo Yayoi, right? Please follow me."

"Little friend?" Izumo Yayoi walked forward, looked the beautiful woman up and down with impunity, and whispered in Morisawa Reina's ear, "I'll let you know what big is later."

Reina Morisawa's eyes were charming and shy, and she covered her mouth with her hands as if she was reluctant but also welcoming, and giggled.

After bowing to the elders, he turned and left.

Every step is more charming.

"Just let her go like that?" The old man kneeling on the left said unwillingly, "Not only did she make us wait so long this time, but she actually refused to kneel. How outrageous!"

"Forget it, this woman has made us a lot of money." The old man in the middle said, "Besides, once Izumo Yayoi takes it, we will kill her with a palm strike and let her live a few more days."

Yayoi Izumo followed out and looked at Rena Morisawa's graceful long legs under her short skirt.

This legendary most beautiful widow of the Yamaguchi-gumi is indeed mature, charming and seductive.

She is much more beautiful than those gloomy women in the ancient country of Izumo.

His whole body was filled with the scent of a woman's flesh.

A pair of white beautiful legs are wrapped in black stockings, and the light-colored skirt is slightly lifted up as it sways.

Two half-arc buttocks are exposed, also wrapped in black stockings.

From the way he walked, which was trembling, it was obvious that Yun Yayoi was feeling itchy inside.

As soon as she walked out of the manor, Izumo Yayoi couldn't wait to reach out and grab the buttocks she had been staring at.

But suddenly, a hand bigger than his head grabbed his neck tightly and lifted him off the ground.

then.

Before he could resist.

'boom'

'boom'

'Boom. '

A series of loud noises came from behind.

Izumo Yayoi turned her head in disbelief and looked at the manor she had just walked out of.

In just a few seconds, the entire manor was bombarded by a dozen men in black holding RPG rocket launchers.

It became a ruin in an instant.

Broken beams and walls kept falling down and piling up like a huge pile of rubble.

There was silence.

then.

Ahhhhh!

A roar erupted from the rubble pile, and the rocks were pushed open with great force. Three majestic, white-haired old men had just crawled out of the manor.

Even though they were covered in blood and had various black wounds on their muscles, they still survived so many RPG explosions.

The three old men roared in unison, their tattered clothes stretched out, their muscles swelled, and they rushed out transformed into monsters with various strange forms.

Although his limbs were still broken and half of his head was missing, he still ran swiftly.

Da da da.

Da da da.

In the cars coming from all directions, more than a dozen machine guns were sticking out of the windows, and flames were spewing out from the muzzles, and there was another round of non-stop shooting.

The bullets crossed and concentrated their fire, shooting densely at the three of them.

The three old men raised their arms, which turned black, to protect the vital parts of their bodies.

Clang clang clang.

The bullets kept hitting their arms, as if they were hitting steel plates.

There was a metallic sound and a burst of metallic sparks.

Although the arms of the three old men blocked a lot of bullets, other parts of their bodies were still riddled with bullet holes.

The body was already covered in blood, and now there were several more holes, with blood gushing out of them.

The three of them had no choice but to hold their heads to resist, using their legs to jump quickly, trying to avoid the intertwined firepower range of the rain of bullets.

The old man with half of his head missing was already seriously injured, and he could no longer withstand the attack after another round of gunfire.

In the end, his physical strength was gone, and even the muscles in his arms could not stop the bullets, and he was shot to death on the spot.

It turned into a hornet's nest.

"The third child."

"The third child."

The remaining two old men were breathing heavily, their faces were ferocious, their eyes were bulging, and their eye sockets were red.

He moved sideways and vertically a few times, and finally dodged the arc of rain of bullets and concentrated fire.

He quickly arrived near the entrance of the manor and rushed towards Rena Morisawa.

"Morisawa Reina, you're so brave."

"I'm going to tear you apart."

Just as the two old men were about to approach.

Four huge figures appeared and stopped them.

Four old men with muscular bodies and tattoos all over their bodies, with unparalleled momentum, their claws were as fast as the wind.

Each of them transformed into their original form and instantly surrounded the two old men. For a moment, roars were heard everywhere and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

It was already four against two, and two of them were seriously injured.

How could he withstand the fierce attack of four people?

In just a few minutes, the four men tore the remaining two old men into pieces.

Izumo Yayoi was stunned by the sudden scene.

That's not what they reported.

Isn’t it said that the Yamaguchi-gumi has long been firmly under their control?
Isn't it said that this seventh generation human beauty has no martial arts skills, only some business acumen, and is not worthy of attention?
Isn't it said that this human woman is seductive and charming?
How come only the last one is true?

As the prince of the ancient country of Izumo, he came out with a mission on his own and originally thought that he would be able to take over the position of the eighth generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi very smoothly.

Unify the Japanese underworld and lay the most solid outpost for the ancient country of Izumo to enter the kingdom of God.

The current seventh generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi is a beautiful woman, but she is just an ordinary human woman after all. How much ability can she have?

His greatest ability is probably to roll around and beg for mercy.

But he couldn't believe what he saw. In just a few minutes, several of his predecessors from the ancient country of Izumo died tragically in front of him.

The five old men who came out were no less powerful than them.

The beautiful and charming woman in front of him seemed to be completely unconcerned about what was happening.

Didn't even look at it.

She's even putting on makeup.

Reina Morisawa listened to the melodious screams, picked up the makeup mirror from her bag and looked at herself.

She nodded in satisfaction, except that she started talking too much and her lipstick was a little off, but the rest of her makeup was perfect.

She then took out her lipstick, her favorite bright red.

Slowly painting and applying red lipstick.

The rhythm is like the man's big hands gently caressing after being brutal.

After the man left.

Reina Morisawa told herself that she had to be very exquisite at every moment.

Because there is no guarantee that the powerful man will appear beside her at any moment.

Who knows.

"Madam, all three are dead. We've checked and there's nothing wrong." The tattooed, white-haired old man retracted his body, walked over and spoke respectfully in a low voice.

"Madam, what should we do?" the old man who was pinching Izumo Yayoi's neck asked in a deep voice.

Reina Morisawa had turned around, but then turned back.

"I almost forgot about this little friend."

Morisawa Reina walked forward with a charming smile and patted Izumo Yayoi's face.

“Are you big?”

Too terrified to speak, Izumo Yayoi nodded frantically.

"Haha, little friend, you really don't know what big is. It's a pity that my man can't show you, otherwise, I really want to see your shocked look."

Humph. Hehe.

Reina Morisawa snorted coquettishly, covering her mouth and giggling.

She twisted her waist, turned around gracefully, and walked away in her high heels.

"Just bury him alive. He's so young and pitiful. Don't smash his body." Morisawa Rena's charming back cast a faint voice.

Izumo Yayoi struggled and roared frantically, but her vision darkened and the old man's other big hand covered her.

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Nagano Rei came out of the bathroom and snuggled back into Fang Zuo's arms.

The little head hesitated for a few times and tears were about to fall again.

"Go home and have a look, maybe everything is fine."

"Don't cry, there are murderers in the Tsukahara family waiting for you to take revenge."

Fang Zuo calmed Nagano Rei down with just two words.

In Fang Zuo's arms, Nagano Rei wiped the tears from her innocent and charming face and clenched her fists.

Master is right.

Nagano Rei, you have to be strong, go find your brother, and then go home together.

Go home first, and then seek revenge on the remaining Tsukahara murderers.

Nagano Rei sat up straight, hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, and pressed her two soft bulges tightly against him.

He gave Fang Zuo a light kiss.

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Zuo nodded: "Thank you, am I done?"

"Master, wait for me to come back." Nagano Rei's face was red and bleeding: "When I come back, I will give you my first time."

After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed her again, then ran away as if he was running for his life.

Ok?
Fang Zuo was stunned.

Is there some misunderstanding?

I mean, just thank me and that's it?
You should also thank Zhang Benhe.

They helped you get rid of the most powerful swordsman.

Before anyone could call out to her, Nagano Rei had already disappeared in a flash.

Then, Fang Zuo shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes to rest.

Sensing the locations of the two groups of ghosts.

Before he could open his mind, the phone rang.

It was Shiraishi Nagimitsu who called.

After Fang Zuo received a call, he took a taxi and went to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely calls Fang Zuo.

Mostly text messages.

This smart and beautiful woman never asks for anything. What she always does is share trivial matters, rely on men, and express her love.

These three things are irresistible to all men.

It is the most powerful emotion of a woman.

Make a man willingly give away what he has when he is trapped in his own cocoon.

But today is an exception.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu actually called.

For the first time ever, Fang Zuo accompanied her to a lecture.

Fang Zuo came to the building where Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office was located.

A dozen assistants were busy outside.

Inside the glass wall, Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood alone in the office with his head down, thinking about something.

Looking from afar.

A pair of increasingly full and rounded behemoths pushed the thin gray sweater into an extremely exaggerated curve.

Under the black professional uniform skirt, a pair of beautiful legs are tightly wrapped in non-transparent black silk hip-hugging tights.

This non-transparent black silk hip-wrapped pantyhose covered the fair and delicate skin of Shiraishi Nagi's legs.

But when stretched by the plump thighs, it takes on a faint, smooth luster.

This luster is very similar to the one that appears in the darkness of every night when Shiraishi Nagi falls into a faint.

The shiny, smooth and fragrant sweat on the white and tender body.

It has the hormonal smell of a girl and a woman blended together.

It is captivating and has a peachy fragrance.

Fang Zuo walked to the door of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked back, a look of surprise on her face.

Bringing a fragrant breeze, she rushed into Fang Zuo's arms.
Then she stood on tiptoe, lifted the other foot back, hooked her arms around the man's neck, and gave him a deep and passionate kiss.

Fang Zuo put his arms around Shiraishi Nagimitsu's waist and responded, while his other hand naturally lifted up her uniform and sank his five fingers into the buttocks wrapped in pantyhose and kneaded them.

"Why do you suddenly want me to accompany you to the speech today?" Fang Zuo asked after Shiraishi Nagimitsu's little face left.

"Because I'm going to give a speech at the University of Tokyo." Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face was full of excitement. "This is the best university in Japan and my dream university. It's one of my most important life goals. Unfortunately, I got married at the age of 15, and then I had Oda Yui."

"Maybe I won't be a member of parliament anymore. I'll just go to the University of Tokyo and be a student."

"Now the University of Tokyo has invited me to give a speech. I am very happy. It's like a dream come true. For such an important moment, of course I want my man to accompany me."

Shiraishi Nagiko said excitedly.

Her hands were still hooked around Fang Zuo's neck, and her little face was rubbing against the man's shoulder.

"Oh, there's one more important thing. I bought a new suit for speeches."

"The first person to see it must be you, my man."

After saying that, Shiraishi Nagimitsu gave Fang Zuo a light kiss and left his arms.

He took out a large shopping bag from the cabinet and walked into the inner room of the office.

Fang Zuo stood up and was about to follow him in.

"No. You can't come in." Shiraishi Nagimitsu put her small hand on Fang Zuo's chest, shook her head and said coquettishly: "You have to wait outside, so that you can have the feeling of seeing me for the first time."

Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders and sat on the sofa waiting.

After watching Shiraishi Nagimitsu blow her a kiss, he slowly closed the door.

After a while, the door slowly opened.

Shiraishi Nagihiru came out wearing a red knitted ripple suit.

The upper body is like a small camisole, revealing smooth white shoulders and arms, with a deep "I" shape in the V-neck.

A wide belt tied around her waist accentuates Shiraishi Nagimitsu's figure proportions.

Her lower body was a long floor-length skirt, which hid her small feet in black high heels.

Visually, it infinitely lengthens the length of beautiful legs.

"Does it look good?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face turned red, and she bit her lower lip, waiting for the man's evaluation.

"It looks great." Fang Zuo nodded: "Full marks."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu happily sat in Fang Zuo's arms and gave him a light kiss as a reward.

"But." Fang Zuo said again.

"Hmm?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at himself. Was there something wrong?

"Are you not wearing a bra? Why does it seem so small?" Seeing that there were no bra straps on the shoulders, Fang Zuo reached in and grabbed it.

Still the familiar greasy and smooth taste.

Sure enough, she wasn't wearing anything.

"This one has a lining inside," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said shyly, "This way they won't bunch up, and you can flatten them a little so they don't look too big."

"After all, we're going to school, and there are younger classmates here. It wouldn't be good if it's too big." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hooked his arm around Fang Zuo's neck and shook it.

"Then I can't see it either." Fang Zuo teased while hugging Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"You can watch here." Shiraishi Nagimitsu elegantly pulled down the two shoulder straps.

A huge white monster jumped out.

His eyes were fixed on Fang Zuo, and tears were about to fall from his eyes.

"Do you love me?" Shiraishi Nagi's face flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her buttocks rubbed against Fang's left thigh for a while: "This is the first time with clothes on, and the first time in the office."

(End of this chapter)