Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 45: The Fate of Sakura Kurumi

Imperial Hotel Tokyo, Executive Suite.

The bald old man was very puzzled as to how could someone actually use this to exchange for money.

It seems that this young man is indeed from the demon tribe of the four northern islands.

Only those who have escaped from poverty in remote areas are so short of money.

Unlike Onmyoji and Yaobu ​​now, half of Japan's conglomerates belong to them.

What is lacking are materials that cannot be bought with this kind of money.

But could this level be achieved by one of the top people in the Ghost Department?

"This." The bald old man hesitated to speak.

"What? Not worth money?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

It's not worth the money, so it's not a big loss. It's a waste of time that I carried this disgusting thing for so long.

"No, no, you're joking," the bald old man shook his head. "It takes time to calculate the amount, and it's difficult to mobilize so many US dollars in a short time."

Although there are many people who are stronger than the fifth celestial being, these are the only native great monsters like these in Japan.

The value of demon blood exchange is difficult to estimate in US dollars in a short period of time, and it requires a large number of accounting firms to calculate it.

Fang Zuo had an idea in his mind.

That means the value is too great to be counted.

"That's easy. Is this hotel yours?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Private Marseille, guest," the bald old man said with an awkward smile.

"Don't talk, that's it." Fang Zuo nodded and looked around the room: "So the Mitsui Group is yours too."

The Mitsui Group, one of the largest conglomerates in Japan, has several listed companies in the Fortune Global 500.

The Japanese people all know that in the list of shareholders of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel, Mitsui Group is the largest one.

And the shares far exceed the others.

But what they don’t know is that the other small shareholders are actually just members of the Mitsui Group.

"I'm too lazy to bargain with you." Fang Zuo put away the illusion, revealing a young face.

"I'm sure you can investigate my face. Put this hotel under my name and keep it hidden. I don't want anyone else to know."

"As for the remaining balance, please pay it in US dollars. I'll calculate it tomorrow and give it to you in full."

"Hi!" The bald old man nodded and said, "Regarding the hotel handover, I'm afraid we'll have to ask the guests to come tomorrow."

"Private Marseille, because the Tokyo Empire is a century-old famous building after all, and each renovation costs tens of billions of yen."

"Besides, these are where the Japanese elite and diplomats from various countries stay, so the handover is a bit complicated and it takes some time to prepare the various documents."

The bald old man explained the reason in detail, fearing that Fang Zuo would be unhappy.

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded to show his understanding. Now that Japan's economy is in such a severe downturn, various financial groups are hoarding more US dollars, which is also normal.

"Do you want that guy's demon soul and demon pill?" Fang Zuo asked again.

"Is it okay?" The demon blood frightened the bald old man. When he heard about demon souls and demon pills, his voice trembled. "Are you selling them? I'll have someone work overtime to calculate the price immediately."

Demon souls and demon pills are much better than demon blood, as the essence and origin are all in them.

"I don't need money for this." Fang Zuo said.

Take out a piece of white paper and use simple lines to outline the back of a young person traveling.

One man, one sword, green shirt, long sleeves.

Floating like a fairy, free and unrestrained.

"Two things in exchange for information about this person." Fang Zuo handed over the white paper.

"Hey! I understand, sir. I will mobilize all my strength and inform you as soon as there is any news about this person." The bald old man took it carefully.

He didn't ask who this person was, he was not stupid.

A simple piece of white paper and a simple message can be exchanged for the demon soul and demon pill of the fifth-day person.

Is this the kind of thing you can ask yourself?
"Legends, notes, or even simple records, as long as they are related to this person, are all fine," Fang Zuo added.

"Hey! I understand." The bald old man carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms. "Okay, I'm leaving now. Take your time playing games." Fang Zuo patted the bald old man's shoulder. "You have some vision. You can live longer. It's just that your gaming skills are a little bit poor."

"Aligato, thank you for your compliment." The bald old man was extremely respectful.

It was already evening when Fang Zhou walked out of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Surprisingly, there was no traffic jam in the taxi today, and he returned to the villa quickly.

The lights were on in the living room of the villa.

Dinner was prepared on the table, covered with a thermos.

Shiraishi Nagi sat on the sofa, watching the TV news lazily.

"You're back." Shiraishi Nagimitsu saw the door open and Fang Zuo walked in.

He stood up in surprise and went to meet him.

She had changed out of her daytime clothes and was wearing an oversized Pikachu T-shirt that reached almost to her knees, revealing only her fair calves and feet.

But even in the large size, the pair of fat monsters on the chest still made Pikachu's eyes squint.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, stood on tiptoe, put her little face close to him, and offered her smooth little tongue.

Until he was almost suffocated, he left Fang Zuo with satisfaction and said happily:

"We can have dinner together."

Fang Zuo was stunned: "How did you know I would come back at this time?"

"We wait for you for a while every day, and only start when we're sure you won't come back." Shiraishi Nagimitsu knelt down gracefully.

As he spoke, he picked up Fang Zuo's right leg with both hands and helped him take off his leather shoes.

After picking up the slippers next to him and changing into them, he picked up Fang Zuo's left leg, took off the other leather shoe, and put on the slippers.

Then he placed the two leather shoes he had taken off neatly aside, stood up and called Oda Yui to come downstairs for dinner.

"Onii-chan." Oda Yui came down from upstairs skipping and jumping.

She also changed into pink pajamas, without wearing shoes, and her white bubble socks were piled on her calves.

She stopped halfway through the dance and stopped moving forward. She opened her arms and motioned Fang Zuo to come and pick her up.

When Fang Zuo approached the stairs, Oda Yui jumped with all her might, threw herself into his arms, and was then carried around and spun around.

She hugged Fang Zuo's neck and giggled happily.

Fang Zuo put Oda Yui down, walked to the dining table and opened the thermal cover.

Very rich.

Grilled eel, miso soup, vegetable salad, tuna rice.

"A big takimas."

The mother and daughter put their hands together and started working.

Oda Yui is still the same as before, eating big mouthfuls with her cheeks puffed up.

While eating, he shouted 'Oh Ezekiel.'

On an elevated road near Tokyo.

The dim street lights have come on.

"I've already destroyed the surveillance for this section of road. When the Tokyo Metropolitan Police discover your death but don't know the murderer, you can imagine the chaos that will ensue throughout Tokyo."

Kumamoto Rikisaburo shook his neck with a sinister smile and looked at Sakura Sora Kurumi lying on the ground.

It's like looking at a dead person.

"This place has been quiet for too long. We need chaos, not just here, we need the whole world to be in chaos."

"Let's start with you, Vice Captain of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, Ms. Sakura Kurumi."

"Private Marseille, your fate is determined and no one can change it."

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