Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 347 Pairs
Feng Dielian tightly held the beige windbreaker she had just taken off in her hand.

She was wearing a white floral hollowed-out dress.

Today, as if she had a woman's intuition, she had on delicate makeup on her face.

The moment she saw the man from afar, looking at that familiar figure, she almost shed tears of grievance.

After sending a message to Fang Zuo, she felt both guilty and expectant.

I feel sorry for Yingsora Kurumi and shouldn't have taken the initiative to contact the man.

But I can't suppress my longing for the other person.

God knows how I got through these nights. Every time before falling asleep it was a torture.

He was her first man, and the man who freed her from her fate.

How can I forget something just like that?

But when she sent the text message and didn't get any response from Fang Zuo, Feng Dielian started to worry again.

There was even a period of time when my mind and heart felt empty.

Am I so insignificant in his heart?

Or is he afraid that I will pester him?

But I don’t ask for much, just being able to see him is enough!

If possible, I hope to stay by Sakura Kurumi's side forever.

This way I can see him from a distance from time to time.

That's enough.

just.

Until this moment, I really saw Fang Zuo.

Seeing this man who makes her moan and tremble every night.

Feng Dielian discovered that she had been deceiving herself.

No contact ever again.
Just one look from a distance is enough.
Nothing bothers him anymore.
All of this was forgotten.

At this moment, Feng Dielian just wanted to hug Fang Zuo tightly.

Hug the man who changed your destiny and took away everything from you.

As for the rest, I can't take care of anything else.
Feng Dielian plucked up her courage, stretched out her beautiful legs, rushed forward, grabbed his arm tightly, and pulled him into her office.

She pushed Fang Zuo against the wall.

Her face was pressed tightly against the man's chest.

Greedily smelling his scent.

It was like going back to the first night I gave myself up.

There is a bright moon in the night sky of Tokyo.

On the Tokyo Tower.

Her legs were tightly wrapped around the man's waist.

He leaned back.

Shake out long hair and tears.

I felt that big hand kneading my buttocks mischievously.

Feng Dielian raised her little head, and her beautiful eyes tried hard to look him in the eye.

"Why don't you reply to my message? Why? Do you hate me so much?" Feng Dielian bit her lower lip, tears streaming from her aggrieved eyes, and her voice trembled a little.

Fang Zuo knew that any excuses would be useless at this moment.

Except for this excuse.

So he said the words that always work.

"Well, I encountered some dangerous things, got injured, and my cell phone broke. I just got out of it not long ago," Fang Zuo said seriously.

This saying, which has been tempered into steel over and over again, has become a field where words come true and are followed by law.

"Ah, are you okay? Where are you hurt? Let me take a look." After being surprised, Feng Dielian nervously left the man's body and wiped her tears, fearing that she would press on his wound.

She kept looking him up and down, exploring Fang Zuo's body with her little hands, as if she wanted to find any scars and see for herself how serious they were.

"I'm fine. The surface has recovered. I just have some internal injuries." Fang Zuo patted her cheek, wiped away the remaining tears with his thumb, and said gently: "I came here just to tell you that I'm fine, but I'm about to go on a long trip to North America for a few days. I came here specially to say goodbye to you."

"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay," Feng Dielian murmured, opening her arms to hug Fang Zuo's body again, pressing herself tightly against him, her little head buried in his arms, and then asked, "Is it dangerous? Why do you suddenly want to go so far away?"

Before Fang Zuo could answer.

"You're lying. You're not coming to say goodbye to me." Feng Dielian sniffed at Fang Zuo's body, "You smell like walnuts."

Does this work?
I have clearly used the water purification technique.

But these women's noses are more magical than any magic spell.

"She rubbed her scent onto me." Fang Zuo put his arms around Feng Dielian's slender waist. "Didn't you notice I was walking towards your office? Now it's your turn."

"But...it's wrong for us to do this." Feng Dielian didn't realize that her office was always near the exit.

A pair of beautiful eyes were watery as she felt the big hands moving down.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Fang Zuo gradually exerted force with both hands: "She came first, and you came later. Now the order is also her first, you later."

"Is that so?" Feng Dielian quickly immersed herself in the pleasure that had arrived.

She bit her lower lip, feeling the warmth of those big hands.

But suddenly.

"Bang" sound.

The door was pushed open by someone.

Accompanied by a sweet voice.

"It's so hot! Why is the temperature in the Security Bureau so high today? What are you doing?"

A woman walked in so rashly.

Then he was stunned as he looked at everything in the office.

She covered her mouth and looked at the two people hugging each other in shock.

transfixed.

His face was full of disbelief.

The man's hands were placed on the most sensitive parts.

The woman's face was flushed.

Even an idiot knows what this couple is doing.

It is the Maritime Self-Defense Force general: Hashimoto Yuna.

Yuuna Hashimoto wore a nude dress embellished with golden flowers, and also took off her black coat and held it in her hands.

Looking at the familiar face of the man and Feng Dielian's frightened pale face, his mind seemed to be struck by lightning.

My mind went blank.

For a moment I didn't know what to say.

"You guys..." It took Yuuna Hashimoto a long time to squeeze out a few words.

Fang Zuo touched his chin and thought, it seems that he has to buy the plane ticket again.

I can't save my spiritual power anymore.

With a wave of his hand, three people appeared in the presidential room of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

"Yuuna, you... can you please not tell Kurumi?" Feng Dielian strode forward, holding Hashimoto Yuuna's hand tightly, her pale little face full of pleading.

Yes.

I can't leave this man.

But he also doesn't want to lose his only friend, Sakura Kurumi.

The former Fengdielian is dead.

Now Feng Dielian has become accustomed to standing behind Yingkong Kurumi, silently supporting her and doing her favorite job.

She will never forget the bullet that Yingkong Kurumi blocked for her.
Feng Dielian looked at the silent Hashimoto Yuna in panic.

The fear in my heart is getting worse and worse
Just when she was about to kneel down and beg, the man spoke
"Don't scare her. We are all the same. You should discuss who is the boss and who is the junior." Fang Zuo said righteously.

It seemed as if he was talking about something that was perfectly natural.

"Ah?" Feng Dielian turned her head and looked at Fang Zuo blankly, not yet figuring out the meaning of this sentence.

Her shoulders were held by Hashimoto Yuna's small hands and then twisted.

The two beauties looked at each other.

"I'm not trying to hide this from you. I... I..." Hashimoto Yuna's delicate face flushed. "I just don't know how to tell you."

"Me too. Same as you."

"You..." Now it was Feng Dielian's turn to be shocked. She pointed her little finger at Hashimoto Yuna, then turned her head to point at Fang Zuo, and then turned back to ask Hashimoto Yuna: "You? You? Like me?"

Hashimoto Yuna lowered her face, revealing her slender neck.

He nodded twice gently.

Then he looked up again.

"What's going on between you and him?"

"How did you get along with him?"

The two beauties asked in unison.

Then they all turned their heads.
Two delicate and beautiful faces looked at the man they loved with a smile, but also with anger.
"Why are you looking at me? We're all here together, so there's no time to explain." Fang Zuo checked the time and said, "My flight is going to be delayed anyway, so I'll have to change to the next one."

"After I leave, you two can explain it to each other slowly."

As he said this, he stretched out his arms.

Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuina looked at the man's arms, then looked at each other, and their beautiful eyes became increasingly moist and muddy.

"No, we can't do what he wants." Feng Dielian whimpered and hugged Hashimoto Yuna: "We won't go over. We must hold on..."

Hashimoto Yuna nodded: "You are right."

But the two women felt each other's body temperatures gradually rising, and their bodies became increasingly hot.

Fang Zuo shrugged: "Then I'll leave."

Nothing has been said yet.

Two gusts of fragrant wind blew over.

With two completely different flavors.

Pure and simple.

Elegant.

Different from the strong charm of those mature and beautiful women.

Two bodies in their prime years.

Two delicate flowers with dewdrops.

Two pairs of white arms tightly wrapped around Fang Zuo's body.

One pair hugged the man's chest, and the other pair hugged the man's waist.

Two pairs of beautiful watery eyes stared at their men.

Delicate and pitiful.

"Don't go." Feng Dielian tiptoed closer to the man, and her sweet little mouth exhaled her own unique hormonal scent.

"If you dare to leave, I will break your legs," Hashimoto Yuna moaned.

One of her legs, white, tender and slender with amazing proportions, hooked around Fang Zuo's thigh like a snake.

The knees rubbed gently.

The soft body slowly slid down.

Night has fallen.

In the garden of the Edogawa Bonsai Museum.

A group of old guys had their clothes and hair soaked by the evening dew.

The cold wind of early spring made them shiver.

They still knelt in the courtyard, not daring to move.

My whole body feels a little stiff.

But even a cold body cannot be as cold as the chill in the heart.

On the huge screen in front of them was the extremely miserable death of Saburo Nitta.

No.
Not dead yet.
The person on the screen was still shaking as if by reflex.

Blood foamed from his mouth.
The wound is still dripping
Blood was all over the floor. In stark contrast to his ferocious expression, tears were streaming from his eyes.

Maybe it's because of his four-year-old grandson.
Thinking of this, the elders present shuddered at the same time, and all they thought about were their descendants.

For a moment, I felt a sense of empathy.

Saburo Nitta, a veteran of the Yamaguchi-gumi, has been in charge of the Yamaguchi-gumi's money laundering business for many years.

Aren’t you the same as them in terms of status and age?

But now he has ended up like this because of deceiving the leader.

No one in the family, young or old, male or female, was left behind.

This woman is even more vicious than the other generations of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

No wonder the leader gathered everyone together to watch this scene. It was obvious that he was warning himself not to end up like Saburo Nitta.

"Everyone." On the screen, Namorizawa Kana smiled warmly, not changing her expression at all because of the corpse next to her: "The traitor has gone to where he should go."

"Everyone has seen what just happened. Rules are rules, and no one can change them."

"Everyone is like Saburo Nitta, controlling the organization's various industries throughout Japan. This person swallowed up the organization's interests, just like swallowing up everyone's interests."

"Of course, my methods may be a bit radical, but I hope everyone will not harbor any grudges and continue to serve the Yamaguchi-gumi loyally as before."

"If anyone, like Saburo Nitta, deceives the organization and only cares about profiting for his family, this will be their fate."

"I believe there are still many Nitta Saburo among you."

"Of course, I'm not so unkind. After all, you have made contributions."

“Three days!!!”

"I only give you three days to think about it!!"

"I will forgive those who confess their crimes to me."

"I won't take back the money. It's yours and it's still yours."

"But if you still choose to hide it from me, then you are an enemy of the Yamaguchi-gumi. You must hide carefully and be prepared to bury your entire family with you!"

"The Yamaguchi-gumi's influence is not limited to Japan now"

"Even if you and your entire family hide in Hawaii like Saburo Nitta did, I can let them die on their favorite beaches. I can also let other traitors die at home. No one will be exempted!"

Kana Morisawa stood up, her beautiful eyes imposing without anger.

Gently clench your fist and raise it.

"Gentlemen, the world has changed. The Yamaguchi-gumi's flag has spread across Japan and has entered the Americas."

"Now is not the time to compete on seniority, but to compete on who can make more money for the organization and conquer more territory!!"

"The Yamaguchi-gumi's ambition is to have the final say on the darkness of the world! Anyone who can't keep up should give way to the younger generation as soon as possible!!"

She shouted:
"Did you hear that?"

"Hi!!!" All the elders prostrated themselves on the ground in unison and responded loudly in unison.

"It's okay, let's go!" Yingkong Kurumi, who was outside the door, heard the noise inside and turned to the police officer and said, "Find someone to clean up outside. They can clean up inside themselves."

"Hi!" the police officer saluted.

Yingkong Kurumi walked back slowly.

It was obvious that her man came to see her just to say goodbye.

Instead of disappearing suddenly like last time.

And he didn't go to look for those two Yamaguchi-gumi women.

This shows that her position in his heart is significantly different from theirs.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Sakura Kurumi's face.

The police officers who were working in the open space saw for the first time that their director did not have a tense expression on his face.

Seeing her long-lost beautiful and lovely smile, they all looked up in shock.

"I haven't seen the Minister smile like this for a long time."

"Yeah. Our host hasn't had her hair done in twintails in ages. I really miss it!!"

"I always support Deputy Fengdielian!!!"

"I agree!!"

“I want both!!”

"Asshole, I swear to defend Yingkong Kurumi Hall with my life!!"

Yingkong Kurumi listened to the whispers behind her, thinking about how she had been suppressing herself ever since the man disappeared.

Although I returned safely later, I hadn't laughed for a long time.

Maybe.

I was always worried about the increasing number of women he had and the time he left without saying goodbye.
Worried that I'd be alone again.
And now.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She came to Feng Dielian's office and frowned when she saw the empty room.

Where did this guy go? Why did he suddenly run away without even saying goodbye to me?

"Director!!!" A police officer ran over angrily and saluted. "A major murder has occurred. Several murders in just a few hours."

"Something happened to Shintoism again?" Yingkong Kurumi was stunned. If that guy came out to commit crimes again, serious arrangements must be made.

It's not something that can be rounded up by just a few people.

"No, it is. I can't explain it clearly. You should go to the scene and take a look." The police officer lowered his head and said, "Those involved are all members of major financial groups and families."

"The Cabinet and the Spiritual Dissent Association just called, hoping you could come in person. Your phone is turned off when they called to inquire."

Sakura Kurumi nodded.

A faint blush rose on her face.

I was just in the office with my man.

Life and death.

If he hadn't restrained his strength, he might still be sleeping now.

"Where's Deputy Feng Dielian?" Yingkong Hutao beckoned the nearby administrative policewoman and asked, "Where did she go?"

"Ah? Not here? She was in the office at first." The policewoman glanced at the office in surprise: "I only know that Hashimoto Yuna came later. Maybe the two of them went out for something."

"So mysterious," Yingkong Kurumi waved her hand. "Come on, take me to some crime scenes."

Yingsora Kurumi quickly arrived at the first crime scene.

It turned out to be in a private hospital not far from the Security Bureau.

This made Yingkong Kurumi look very unhappy.

Someone dared to commit a crime not far from the Security Bureau. It has been a long time since I have encountered such a brave guy.

"The hospital is owned by the Sanhe Group, and the deceased was the hospital's director," the officer explained, bowing and laughing. "We checked all the cameras, but couldn't find anybody there. It's as if they were invisible."

Sakura Kurumi followed the police to the crime scene on the basement floor.

He was stunned looking at the corpse.

It turned out to be a two-tailed demon cat.

The one who died was actually a demon?
"Hello, Mr. Yingkong Kurumi!" A middle-aged man came out. He had white spots on his face and was short, only about 1 meters tall. Even with high platform shoes, he was barely 4 meters tall.

His face was filled with sadness, and the white spots gathered together looked a little funny: "My name is Youlihewu, it's nice to meet you, salute you!!"

"The deceased were my younger brothers, Tanuki and Roku."

"Are you... also from the demon tribe?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned, feeling the surging demonic power from him.

Although he is not as powerful as the big monsters in the monster department, he can still be considered an old monster.

"Yes, Director, our clan is the demon tribe registered with the Spiritual Dissent Association. This is my emblem." The short man took out the emblem and handed it to Yingkong Hu Tao.

This metal emblem features a creature that looks both like a cat and a raccoon, with a head like a cat and three tails on its butt that look like a beaver.

The thick demonic aura above is exactly the same as the man in front of him.

After looking at it, Sakura Kurumi returned the badge to him.

"My brother and I both work for the Sanhe Group and are in charge of private hospitals." The middle-aged man took the badge and said, "I'm in charge of the hospital in Jingxi, and my brother is here."

Yingkong Kurumi nodded and said, "Don't worry. Since you are registered demon tribe members, you are citizens recognized by the Japanese government and will be protected by the law. Our police department will take it seriously."

"Thank you very much." The middle-aged man said gratefully and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"When was the death discovered?" Yingkong Kurumi asked, looking at the body of the demon cat, which had been cut in half. "Is there anything common to these consecutive murders?"

"Yes, Director." A Yin-Yang police officer stepped forward and said respectfully, "According to the forensic examination, this is where the first deaths occurred. The murderer's method was clean and efficient. The deceased is not human and has no soul."

Could it be that some big demon has flown into Tokyo and caused trouble again?
Yingkong Kurumi waved her hand and said, "Let's go and take a look at the next crime scene."

Arrive at the next location

Fang Zuobei arrived at the airport while playing a video.

In the video, Kawano Ayaka and the cat girl sisters were in tears.

He Zhi Cai bit her lower lip and said nothing, looking both obedient and aggrieved.

Staring blankly at the camera.

Pearls are constantly flowing on her delicate face.

A pair of beautiful legs were bent on the sofa, and the little hands unconsciously kept moving her tender jade-like toes.

Lovely appearance

The cat sisters cried loudly, hugged each other, and pouted to complain that Fang Zuo didn't take them with him.

They also blamed Fang Zuo for not coming back to see them.

After Fang Zuo had talked all the way through.

After getting in a taxi from the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, we started video chatting.

After getting off the taxi, he promised to take them on a good trip when he came back.

This coaxed the three people's tears back and they gradually became happy.

then.

Under the taxi driver's admiring gaze, Fang Zuo got out of the taxi and walked to the terminal hall.

Under the flattering guidance of the female airport staff, I entered the VIP room for black gold card users.

This type of black gold card user is not just rich.

It is not comparable to a simple first-class cabin.

To own this card, you must have sufficient status.

This makes these female staff members desperately seize the opportunity, they do not expect to get love.

Just one night of serving this man could completely change her destiny.

Even if you ask them to do anything
The VIP rooms for Black Gold Card users are also decorated like a five-star hotel.

Leather sofas, wine, drinks and fruits are all available.

After Fang Zuo sat down, he looked at the time, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing, waiting for the flight.

Technology does allow ordinary people to enjoy things that even high-level monks cannot experience.

This was something he had to admit as a monk.

If there were no airplanes, a Jindan cultivator would probably be extremely exhausted if he wanted to cross the ocean to the other side.

Even in ancient times, when there were various flying magical instruments to carry people, it would still consume a huge amount of spiritual energy.

In some ways, it was far less efficient than it is now.

It only consumes a little bit of aviation fuel to carry so many people across the ocean.

Fang Zuo suddenly thought of the golden elixir that Zhou Yuanyan mentioned.

The usage rate among cultivators is extremely low, and they don’t even make good use of the energy in the golden elixir.

Fang Zuo was circulating the Qi.

I felt someone's eyes were staring at me closely.

He opened his eyes and looked over.

A beautiful woman with a charming face was looking over here with a smile.

Her long, dyed brown hair was styled in big waves.

Wearing a Chanel short coat with a Chanel style.

A pair of white and smooth long legs wrapped in black stockings.

She bent one of her long legs, revealing her plump and voluptuous thighs.

The little princess of Samsung Group.

(End of this chapter)