Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 354: The Crushing of Harem Beauties
Masami Miura had her hair tied up and was wearing a plain floral kimono. She knelt down and worshipped the shrine, then stood up.

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

A complex emotion swept through my heart.

It was just 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.

Although 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 parted slightly. "They're not very good, but they're not too bad either. After graduation, I'll arrange for him to join the Supreme Court as an assistant to Chief Justice Hattori. Five years later, I'll arrange for him to become a judge at the Kanagawa District Court."

"Yes, thank you, Patriarch." An elder in the audience said gratefully, prostrating himself on the ground.

He knew very well that this child, whom he had in his old age, was of average talent.

If he had not been born into the Miura family, with his son's 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 judiciary.

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 transferred to become a judge in a local court.

Thereafter.

Almost all 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 has excellent grades. I took a look at his test paper and was 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. It's a very ambitious idea. Our Miura family hasn't had any direct personnel in the Prosecutor's Office in recent years. I'm very happy that this child has this idea."

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

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

"I've already contacted Deputy Chief Prosecutor Hojo Sakurana of the Special Investigation Division of the Public Prosecutor's Office. As long as he excels in the next year of judicial training, he will be allowed to join the Special Investigation Division as an exception!!"

"Ah!! This is so great, thank you, master, 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.

I 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 Supreme Court.

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 descendant 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 the position of 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 several 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 excite the couple?
"As for Miura Katsuji, I've already 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 up 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, we 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 with gratitude.

Miura Masami straightened up again and walked over to the other middle-aged man. "I've heard a lot of rumors in my family recently, 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 agree?"

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

"As for the reason, you know why!"

"My father died after a fall. His body has undergone a forensic examination. This is a fact that cannot be covered up by anyone, no matter how hard they try to slander me."

"As for my own brother, I hate him for joining the United States, I hate him for betraying the Miura family, and I hate him even more for destroying the Miura family's nearly century-long honor. I have no qualms about this, but I didn't kill him." Miura Masami slowly knelt down again, his eyes 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 since I became 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. is being sued by Chinese photovoltaic company JinkoSolar for patent infringement worth billions of yen. They've come to our Miura family for help."

"This is the Tokyo Electric Power Company's compensation case for the Fukushima nuclear accident. The Jewish financial group has contacted us many times, hoping we can lower the fine."

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

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

Miura Masami looked at the cases that were brought to him by his clansmen, all over Japan and internationally, seeking the legal help of the Miura family.
A smug smile appeared on his face.

After the meeting.

Masami Miura stood up and stretched.

"Master, we have a visitor," the family servant said. "It's Congressman Shiraishi."

"Shiraishi Nagimitsu?" Miura Masami was taken aback. "Please come in."

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

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

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

The huge conference room was full of 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.

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.

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.

The badge of the Chief Superintendent of Police surrounded by golden cherry blossoms is worn on the left chest, representing the highest police rank in Japan.

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

Suddenly the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone avoided her sight.

Yingkong 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 personnel.

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 at the waist glowed faintly with a fully charged light.

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

After the patriarchs of the Onmyoji families sat down one by one.

Looking at Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian sitting on both sides of the podium.

He remained silent and dared not say anything more.

Quietly waiting for Yingkong Kurumi to speak.

"Everyone, I have read all the reports you submitted." Yingkong 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 Sakura Kurumi were to open her mouth and find fault with any family this time, there would be a high probability that this family would sell off their ancestral property at a low price and 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."

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

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

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

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

There was a burst of lighthearted cheers 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?

"Everyone, through this search of the Tokyo underground waterway, the current situation has been revealed to you, the heads of the families. The demon tribe has great ambitions." Sakura Kurumi tapped the table lightly.

"In order to thoroughly understand the Demon Department's intentions, I will order all 250,000 police officers in Japan to conduct a demon census throughout Japan. Any demon not registered by the local government will be convicted."

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

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

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

This old fox.
No one is worse than him in adapting to the situation
The family heads 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 descendants of the Tokugawa family."

"Very good." Yingkong Kurumi slowly stood up.

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

All the heads of the 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 have to go to the Fukushima nuclear power plant. I suspect there is some nuclear radiation research site of the demon department there." Yingkong 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." Yingkong 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."

"I'm glad 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.

It's full of Mexicans with facial tattoos.

And a hip-hop black man with more than 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 drowsy and like a zombie.

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

The neighborhood looked desolate and dilapidated, like a scene from the end of the world.

Fang Zuo and the other two 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 several crisp sounds of "bang, bang".

The car windows were also smashed.

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

Although Li Zhenxin flies 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.

She was so frightened that she grabbed the corner of Fang Zuo's clothes and hid behind him quietly.

"What are you doing? Behave! Are you trying to take advantage of my best friend's man?" Chiba Iori frowned. "Where are you putting your hands? Are you allowed to 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 hurriedly 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 are not afraid to dig holes. They are lucky if they can come back alive."

Li Zhenxin was speechless.

Her pair of long, white legs attracted the attention of a convertible Chevrolet that stopped.

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 apply for a new passport, I have to go to Los Angeles and follow Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori.

"Isn't it easy to ask for 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 frightened that she screamed and ran to follow the two people on the left above her.

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 various entertainment facilities such as billiards, table football, darts, etc.

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 your 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.

Her little face is pale, but she has a unique charm.

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

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

Immediately, a black man stood up and wanted to move forward with a lewd smile, 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 short silence.

Burst into laughter.

Everyone was laughing so hard that they were leaning back and forth.

"Miss, the Rocky Bonanno you mentioned is buried in the backyard," the short white man said with a smile. "If you dig now, you might 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?"

"As expected, dear Asian lady, this place 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? And what about Los Angeles? That's the headquarters of the Bonanno family!"

"Of course they are 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, that's all." 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 provide 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 tenfold."

"Can we buy 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 so hard he almost couldn't breathe. "This lady really knows how to joke. Go and ask around. Is there 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.

Two hundred kilometers away in Los Angeles.

Inside a huge auto repair shop.

An Asian woman wearing a kimono stands in front of two white people.

"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. I heard she's also come to North America," Reilly Gambino said with a smile, but her expression suddenly turned cold. "I will defeat her in my kimono and wash away my shame."

(End of this chapter)