Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

A group of guys in suits emerged from the revolving door of the InterContinental Hotel in Los Angeles.

Each one looks noble.

A middle-aged woman walked in surrounded by people.

Everyone was a little surprised to see a person kneeling in the hall.

"Mr. Jon!!!" the middle-aged woman suddenly shouted.

Then he walked over quickly.

The skin is fair and well maintained.

He looked at Wang Jianguo in surprise as he knelt before Fang Zuo. "It's really you! I went to the old place in Block 3 to look for you several times, but I didn't see you. Then your followers said you were here."

Wang Jianguo was not embarrassed at all.

No answer either.

Still kneeling respectfully in front of Fang Zuo.

"Who is this gentleman?" The middle-aged woman looked at Fang Zuo in shock.

I didn't expect that Mr. Jon would kneel down to this person so respectfully.

Even a fool knows that he is not a simple person.

The middle-aged woman immediately wanted to get to know him.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to get to know these ants.

"Okay, go greet the people you know first." He waved his hand and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Yes!" Wang Jianguo stood up and said with a frown, "Mrs. Huang, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Jon, it's like this. Just as you said, my husband has encountered trouble. I hope you can help him get rid of this disaster and get through this difficult time." The middle-aged woman said respectfully to Wang Jianguo with her hands clasped together.

"Okay, come to the old place to find me later." Wang Jianguo said.

A blush flashed across the middle-aged woman's face.

Although there are many fine lines at the corners of his eyes, he is still as charming as ever.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with lustful thoughts.

"Okay Mr. Jon."

As he said this, he walked back to the crowd, twisting his hips, and walked deeper into the hotel surrounded by a group of people.

"You're really not picky." Fang Zuo said after seeing Wang Jianguo finish the work.

This woman is older, with an average appearance and figure, and her skin can only be considered below average.

The inner charm is even more common.

The hint of lust that just flashed across her face clearly showed that her visit to Wang Jianguo that night was not just about helping her husband escape disaster.

Do all evil cultivators have such good appetites?

"You're kidding! This woman's husband is the director of national security affairs in Washington, the first Chinese-American to enter Washington's core security decision-making body."

Wang Jianguo bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Although Huang is a descendant of immigrants from Hong Kong Island, he hardly acknowledges his bloodline and is quite extreme."

"I only happened to meet him and figured out some ways to convince his wife. She was afraid that she would need to use her husband's power in the future."

"You are thoughtful." Fang Zuo nodded.

It seems that Wang Jianguo has developed quite a few followers in North America over the years and has infiltrated the North American political and entertainment circles.

No wonder they have been jointly besieged by the Washington government and Protestantism many times, but have still lived well to this day.

Fang Zuoye said as he picked up his ID and looked at it.

stunned.

Akechi Takashi?

The column for my identity clearly showed a Japanese name again.

"Why are they Japanese again?"

This is not just a green card for permanent residence, this status is already a pure American citizenship.

It seems that Wang Jianguo has borrowed another Japanese shell for himself.

"Chinese people have been severely discriminated against in North America recently, and it's difficult to borrow an identity. Furthermore, the Washington government, under Trump's instructions, has been cracking down on Chinese people. However, it's much easier for Japanese people," Wang Jianguo explained.
"Through several generations, Japanese people have now completed the construction of a diverse identity in North America and have almost integrated into this country."

"This is not the case with Chinese people. Although there are 700 million of them, they are still labeled as a 'minority' in North America."

"To put it nicely, they add the word 'model'; to put it bluntly, they are a minority group that can be slaughtered at will."

"Moreover, about one-third of Chinese Americans are in the low-income class, with a huge gap between the rich and the poor in social status."

"Moreover, Trump recently began to prohibit Chinese green card holders from purchasing land and houses, and even forced them to sell the houses and land they had already purchased."

"In addition, there are nearly 20 Chinese without legal residency status waiting to be deported by Trump."

"In recent years, even many scientific researchers who have made contributions have had their funding withdrawn and have been forced to leave North America."

Being discriminated against so severely?

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

I always feel that something is wrong about this matter.

In theory, the country is located at the center of the spiritual energy center of the southern continent.

Almost all the great monsters and immortals come from here.

The Chinese bloodline should be superior to these guys.

Not to mention intelligence.

In ancient times, China was regarded as the Celestial Empire wherever it went and was highly respected.

Even after two hundred years of decline and suffering countless humiliations.

But all Chinese people abroad are much more hardworking than other races.

Don't be discriminated against like this.

It was as if it was deliberately suppressed by some kind of guidance.

Wang Jianguo saw Fang Zuo was in deep thought and stood aside, not daring to speak.

Fang Zuo waved his hand: "Go on."

"Yes, real people." Wang Jianguo continued, "Not long ago, senior officials in Washington held a meeting using commercial software and added the wrong editor to the group, resulting in the leakage of meeting minutes that should have been confidential."

"The Huang mentioned earlier, despite advising Washington and being on the front lines, was still blamed for this incident."

"Some members of Congress even attacked him as an undercover agent from China, saying he deliberately orchestrated this leaked meeting."

"Now he has a hard time and is under investigation by the CIA."

"So his wife came to me again to get rid of the disaster."

"Alright, I'll let you do your thing now." Fang Zuo stood up while putting away his ID.

"I'm going to New York next. I'll send you the route. If you want to follow me, come after you finish other things."

"Yes, I respectfully send you off." Wang Jianguo quickly stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

Fang Zuo returned to the hotel room.

Michaela Cohen lies in a Jacuzzi.

Let waves of water wash over her body.

Soothing her skin.

The blush was still on her face.

Can't retreat for a long time.

Seeing Fang Zuo coming in, he raised his head in surprise.

"Fang, you're back."

"Are you full?" Fang Zuo asked with a smile.

Michaela Cohen covered her face with her hands and nodded shyly.

"Do you want it next time?" Fang Zuo asked with a smile while standing beside the bathtub.

"Yes." Michaela Cohen bit her lower lip with her teeth and took her hands away from her little face.

He swam to Fang Zuo's side with his arms.

After standing up, he picked up the bath towel and handed it to Fang Zuo with hope.

I saw Fang Zuo take it and help her wipe the water droplets off her body.

The joy in Michaela Cohen's eyes was about to overflow.

For a moment, I felt that all the suffering and pain were worth it.

All the longing I felt in the past period of time has turned into deep love.

"Have you seen it? Is that our child?" She dried her body and snuggled into Fang Zuo's arms, her white arms hooked around Fang Zuo's neck.

Her breath was as fragrant as orchid and a little lazy.

As he spoke, he bit open the button of Fang's shirt on his left chest with his teeth.

Push the shirt aside.

She opened her red lips and gently bit the man's chest muscles.

Like a captive cat, it keeps rubbing its scent onto its owner.

"Maybe it's not a child, but just a kind of energy." Fang Zuo originally wanted to say the fusion of soul and spirit.

After thinking for a while, I chose a word that she could understand.

Suddenly.

Michaela Cohen's face was full of disappointment.

But then she shook her head and smiled again: "That's fine, if we do this again in the future, I won't be afraid of hurting him. After we have a good time together as two people, we can have another child."

Fang Zuo nodded.

Suddenly he asked, "Does your Judaism allow you to get married and have children?"

"I'm a Jewish priest. According to ancient Jewish scriptures, I'm not allowed to marry or have children with secular men. I can only marry men of my own blood." Michaela Cohen's face changed and she shook her head.

"But I don't care. I've made up my mind. I'll go wherever you go. I don't want anything. I don't care about my status. I just want to be by your side."

She said quietly, "It's just like eloping with you in a dream. I'm willing to follow you forever."

Fang Zuo felt a bit overwhelmed when he heard this: "No, I need you to gain a firm foothold in Judaism. No, not just a firm foothold, I need you to swallow up the entire Judaism."

Fang Zuo thought about the Jewish temple and said, "It would be best to take control of your temple."

That magical place can actually monitor all the small worlds in the subspace of the earth.

This made Fang Zuo want to hold it in his hand.

"No, the Lord alone has the ultimate authority in the Jewish Temple. The Almighty Lord has been asleep since he was injured." Michaela Cohen waved her hands repeatedly. "No matter what, we can't control it."

"There's nothing in the world that I can't control. I just can't find a way." Fang Zuo sneered.

"It seems like that thing still has its own logic and intelligence. Once I tear it apart and only have one or two broken parts left, I don't believe it won't hand over its authority."

"And your almighty Lord, please help me find where it is sleeping."

"I want to see how versatile it is."

"Wait till I tear its head off, and see how it can still be so powerful!"

Michaela Cohen listened to her lover casually say the words "treasonous".

If it were in the past.

Even if I don't execute the other person immediately, I will find it extremely absurd.

But now.

I just feel that everything my man says is right.

Every word is so charming.

A pair of beautiful eyes were fixed on Fang Zuo.

The sight is filled with a myriad of emotional connections.

and.

How come he's so charming when he says something so bold?

"I asked where the Lord sleeps," Michaela Cohen said, "and it said that the Lord sleeps in the river of time and space."

“Untraceable and unfathomable”

“No one can find it.”

"We just need to quietly wait for the Lord to awaken!"

What a bullshit time and space
Fang Zuo touched his chin.

Nine times out of ten, they are just in some little world.

I just can't find the coordinates.

At this time the bell rang.

Michaela Cohen picked up the phone, glanced at it, and answered it.

"Speak!" Michaela Cohen said coldly into the microphone, "You'd better give me a reason to disturb me, otherwise you know what I will do!"

"Your Majesty, I'm very sorry to bother you. It's not that I don't obey your orders." A fearful voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Since you disappeared suddenly, everyone is worried about your safety."

"After all, this is North America, the territory of Protestantism."

"When several major families heard you suddenly disappeared, they scolded me severely and almost called the Governor of Los Angeles. I could only say that you wanted to relax and go out for a walk and you would be back soon."

"They're not in Los Angeles, so how did they know I left? Did you tell them?" Michaela Cohen's voice became even colder.

"Ah, no, Your Majesty." The voice on the other end of the microphone trembled a little, and hurriedly explained:

"It was Davin Wahlberg, the eldest son of the Wahlberg family, who came to Los Angeles. He came to where you were staying and wanted to visit you, but you happened to be away, so he knew about it."

"Why did that guy suddenly come to Los Angeles?" Michaela Cohen asked puzzledly.

"This is because the Jewish Federations of North America, led by the Warburg family, demanded that the House of Representatives pass the TikTok divestiture bill on the grounds of "rampant anti-Semitic content."

"ByteDance is required to sell its shares within 165 days, otherwise it will be completely banned."

"Davin Wahlberg is here to lobby some congressmen in Los Angeles. It would be disrespectful for him not to visit you when he's here."

"so."

"I understand. I'll just relax outside for a few days and then go back." Michaela Cohen interrupted and said, "Tell the major families not to worry. I know how to behave myself."

"But."

"Hmm?" Michaela Cohen snorted impatiently, "You're getting more and more audacious!!"

Immediately, the sound of someone kneeling on the ground came from the microphone.

"Your Highness, it is Daven Warburg who invites you to a banquet in New York on behalf of the Warburg family. I must report this to you."

"Why are there so many parties? Just tell him that I don't want to." Michaela Cohen was about to refuse when she saw Fang Zuo nod to her.

He immediately changed his words and said:
"I understand. Please book a flight for me. I will go to New York to attend the party. As for you guys, please meet me in New York."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The person on the other end of the phone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fang, do you want to go to the party in New York?" Michaela Cohen asked after hanging up the phone.

"Well, I'm going to New York to rescue someone, and I'd like to use you to see what kind of mess is going on in New York." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

After saying that, he patted Michaela Cohen's butt.

He grabbed her left buttock hard.

Don't let go until the fat turns white.

The moment he relaxed, blood flushed up.

Leaving five clear fingers.

"You clean up, I'll go see the woman next door."

Michaela Cohen's face flushed from being pinched, and she walked away obediently.

In the swimming pool next door.

Li Zhenxin swam a few laps in the swimming pool next door before sitting down by the pool.

Although the two of them cooperated well at one point, it was hard to believe that the woman was so confused after just one look at her.

I've always been a little afraid of her.

As soon as he woke up, he hid next door.

Unlike Michaela Cohen.

She had put on her makeup early.

Not only did she draw the eyeliner, but she also reapplied the lipstick again and again.

For a woman like her, she knows very well how to manage relationships between men and women.

Those couples whose life becomes tired early.

It’s because after they got married, they no longer cared about their image.

Burping, farting, or even going to the toilet without closing the door.

After a long time, not only the love disappears.

Even the attraction between them is gone.

A smart woman knows how to cherish the time she spends with a man.

Can't leave any bad impression.

Some women never even let their husbands see them without makeup.

Seeing Fang Zuo walk in, Li Zhenxin showed a coquettish look on her face and brushed her hair against his.

A pair of tall breasts pressed tightly against Fang Zuo.

"Pack up and get ready to go to New York." Fang Zuo said, "Let's leave today!"

"Okay, master. I'll book the ticket right away." Li Zhenxin nodded.

Suddenly hesitated.

"Master, I don't have your identity."

Fang Zuo took out the ID that Wang Jianguo had just given her and handed it to her: "Use this to order."

Li Zhenxin took it and took a look.

The photo above is of a middle-aged man.

Obviously different from the Fang Zuo he knew.

But didn't ask much.

Book a flight ticket based on this identity.

Fly from Los Angeles on the west coast of North America to New York on the east coast.

Across America.

His own three-star small vortex private jet is not impressive enough.

You have to book a flight.

soon.

Michaela Cohen and Li Zhenxin dressed up beautifully and followed Fang Zuo to the airport.

Holding Fang Zuo's arm.

One left and one right.

One European face, one Asian face.

Two beauties surrounded Fang Zuo.

The towering arc pressed down firmly on Fang Zuo's left and right arms.

Attracted the attention of countless people.

Considering the particularity of himself and Michaela Cohen.

Fang Zuo cast an illusion on the three of them.

The group of people saw Fang Zuo as a middle-aged Japanese man.

This is Fang Zuo’s new identity in North America.

When looking at Fang Zuo's face full of vicissitudes, he sighed and felt that it was not worth it.

I think Fang Zuo must be a billionaire.

Another wave of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Even a direct flight from Los Angeles to New York takes more than six hours.

The three of them were affectionate for a while in the front cabin of the plane.

The two women were too tired and took a nap.

after the plane landed.

The two women snuggled up to Fang Zuo and walked out of the VIP channel.

Several support staff carried the luggage.

Following behind Fang Zuo and the other two.

He looked at Fang Zuo's back with envy as he was surrounded by people.

Suddenly, there was a noise and screaming sound nearby.

An Asian girl quickly rushed out from among the passengers.

It's small in size but quite fast.

He ran away while turning his little face to look back.

He made a face and ran away.

Several airport security guards were chasing her closely.

"Catch her, don't run!"

"Stop her ahead, she stole something!"

"Quick, notify the police in front!"

This Asian girl has a cunning look on her face and looks like a habitual offender.

No panic at all.

Wait until the police ahead stop you.

She looked around, looking for a way to escape, and when she saw Fang Zuo, she suddenly froze in shock.

As if he had seen something shocking.

transfixed.

When the police rushed over and were about to knock her down.

The Asian girl flew forward and hugged Fang Zuo with her arms.

Shouting loudly: "Dad!!! I finally found you!!"

Tears flowed down, instantly soaking Fang Zuo's shirt.

Fang Zuo felt the girl's skin against his thin shirt.

Much smaller than Oda Yui.

But the body odor is all milky.

There is also a faint floral scent.

"I advise you to let go quickly," Fang Zuo frowned. "If you want to rely on me to get out of this, you're thinking too much!"

"Not only will I hand you over to the police, I'll beat you up before I hand you over to them!!"

"Do you believe it or not?"

"Where did this woman come from? Do you think she's just going to claim anyone as her dad?" Li Zhenxin said sarcastically, looking at the girl clinging so closely to him, "You saw us coming out of the VIP channel, didn't you?"

I've seen too many women like this.

But the Asian girl was not panicked at all. She let go of her hands and hugged Fang Zuohou.

He took out a silver heart-shaped necklace from his chest.

After opening the silver heart-shaped metal.

There was a small photo inside.

Fang Zuo took a look.

Now it was his turn to be stunned.

It was a photo of myself with this identity and this girl.

Fang Zuo's face darkened instantly.

Damn it!
That damned Wang Jianguo!!!

Do I have a daughter with my identity?

Why haven't I heard him mention it?

Isn't this nonsense? (End of this chapter)