Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 99 Fighting

Chapter 99 Fighting
After Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima stepped down.

Takeda Taifu approached Sakura Sora Kurumi with a wine glass in hand and raised his glass: "Congratulations, Kurumi!"

Yingkong Kurumi smiled and raised her glass in return: "Thank you, Master. Thank you for your guidance."

Takeda Taifu shook his head. "Strictly speaking, I didn't teach you much after you entered Sensō-ji Temple. I didn't help you along the way when you were admitted to the police force. You relied on yourself."

"No matter what, I joined the police force because of you, Master. At least you gave me faith." Yingkong Kurumi took a sip, and her career in the police force over the past few years came to mind vividly.

Maybe I am not the most talented one, but I am definitely the most dedicated one.

There is almost nothing else to do except being in the police force, going out on field duty, and handling various cases.

"Omori said you haven't been back to Sensoji Temple in a few days." Takeda Taifu was silent for a moment, then continued, "Besides, you haven't sent me a message to say hello in a long time."

Yingkong Kurumi raised her glass and took a sip of red wine. After a long pause, she said, "I went back and heard what you and Omori were saying about me. I think, with your keen sense, you should have heard the sound of me starting the motorcycle in the backyard."

A hint of bitterness crossed Yingkong Kurumi's lips. "I thought you would stop me and explain, and I waited for your explanation every day. However, all I got was a personnel transfer and your wariness of me."

"Hu Tao, I just don't want you to..."

"Master, there's no need for explanation." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "I thought too highly of you."

"So, it was only the you in my heart that fell down, not the real you."

"If I hadn't gotten a promotion today, I'd be happier if you came to talk to me about this."

"And now."

"I understand what you want to say, but I don't want to understand."

"The biggest difference between us is that I can quit my job right away, but you can't."

"So, let me be pure, okay? I just want to do a good job and have no intention of standing in your way or your path."

Takeda Taifu shook his head: "You still don't understand. Here, the purer the person, the more they can only do the lowest level of work."

"When you reach this position, nothing is up to you anymore."

"Do you think this position is for people who do things?"

"You are so naive. You are just a pioneer. You must give way at any time."

"You really don't want to block my way, but unknowingly, you block the way of many people."

"After tonight, how many Onmyoji families will be eyeing this position."

"The purer you are, the more reason you have to go down, instead of joining us or them."

Yingkong Kurumi nodded silently: "I understand, but I still want to do something I want to do. My mind is very simple and I can't think of so many things."

"If one day you want me to go down, then I will go down."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"But, if that day comes, it won't just be you going down." Takeda Taifu stopped Sakura Sora Kurumi, "You'll have to give up something, like your freedom, like your life."

Sakura Kurumi did not stop.

She at this moment.

Think of nothing.

She knew that no matter how much she thought, she was not as good as them.

She just wanted to return to that man's arms as soon as possible.

It's the safest and most satisfying place.

The highest point of Tokyo Tower.

Yingkong Kurumi sat in Fang Zuo's arms.

A long wind was blowing high in the sky.

Watching the gorgeous night view of Tokyo.

A bustling scene.

Who knows what crimes are happening around the corner?

Under the moonlight, Yingkong Kurumi's red dress fluttered in the night sky.

The two snow-white little feet, after taking off their high heels, swayed happily in the air.

"Sometimes I don't want to go home even though I'm working late. Do you know why?"

"Ok?"

"Because when I rode my motorcycle back, no matter how late it was, there were always some rooms with the lights still on. I would wonder who was waiting for her husband, wife, father, or mother, but there was no light waiting for her." Yingkong Kurumi said softly.

"Not necessarily. Maybe he's watching an educational film." Fang Zuo said seriously.

"Damie, Damie, you've ruined the atmosphere." Yingkong Kurumi said coquettishly, punching her fists and kicking her feet.

She grabbed Fang Zuozheng's hand that was kneading her two small buttocks and bit it: "Why do you always like to look at the moon?"

"It's big and round, it looks the same no matter where it is."

"Are you homesick?"

Fang Zuo shook his head: "This is the only moon at home."

After returning, he could only practice hard to recover, and then overcome the tribulation again.

But Fang Zuo was not sure.

On the contrary, here, Fang Zuo really wanted to see which Taoist senior had set up the plan. After a hundred years of planning, what exactly was he trying to do?
not to mention.

Fang Zuo keenly felt that since that night of the full moon.

Japan's spiritual energy has actually increased.

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When Shiraishi Nagimitsu woke up in the morning, she immersed herself in the bathtub in the bathroom.

It was soon time for her to meet Abe Nosuke.

This was a frank meeting.

Or negotiation.

She could guess what Abe Nosuke wanted to say.

She was also slightly hesitant.

but.

My man gave me enough confidence.

After drying her plump body, Shiraishi Nagimitsu came to the dressing mirror.

I am becoming more and more satisfied with my skin condition.

More and more satisfied with the elasticity of a pair of behemoths.

I picked out a white low-cut long dress from the closet.

A pair of high-top slippers for the beach.

She curled her long wavy hair.

A white thong.

She didn't even wear a bra, just some stickers.

The upper part of my body is becoming more and more elastic, and I no longer have to worry about it sagging too much due to weight.

Not wearing any jewelry
She put on some light makeup.

Since we are going to a villa by the sea, it is natural to dress more casually.

Both are women.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu understood very well what the other party was thinking.

Decided to do the opposite.

The more exquisitely dressed she is.

The more you value it.

Facing myself like this.

Instead, you lose more aura.

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Katase Higashihama Beach is the beach closest to Tokyo.

Most of them are public beach bathing areas

Only a few villa areas have private small beaches. In a beach villa.

Abe Nosuke was very troubled at this moment.

Rejected several waves of interviews from reporters.

He even ignored some requests for her to prove herself and clarify the incident.

He simply responded to the media: "These people need to produce their own evidence. Otherwise, I will ask my lawyer to collect evidence of these people's slander and will continue to prosecute to the end. I will never compromise."

Abe Nojaku knew very well that once you fall into the trap of self-affirmation in this kind of thing, you will never be able to get out of it.

No matter what evidence you produce, no matter how true or reasonable it is.

New questions will also arise.

Then, it will give these self-media new popularity.

Batches of self-media outlets have once again released new videos based on this evidence.

Other self-media, like hyenas, keep up with the trend and make it a hot topic again.

There is no end, no end.

The best way is to let them cool down on their own.

At the same time, they keep spending money to create new hot searches to replace themselves.

The Internet is very forgetful.

Soon everyone will start talking about the new trending search.

Then forget yourself.

Although from now on, these fabricated gossips will accompany me for a long time.

It will also become an indelible obstacle on his road to future elections.

but.

This kind of cold treatment is already the best way.

The most important thing now is to meet Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

In order to express his sincerity in this meeting, Abe Nosuke didn't even let Asai Kinnosuke come to the villa.

There is only one Filipino housekeeper in the beach villa.

There were only three women.

but.

Abe Nojaku was still dressed up carefully.

It took a long time.

I drew European and American style eyebrows.

Her beautiful eyes were outlined with delicate eyeliner.

Used the brightest red lipstick.

Take out the designer's golden velvet hip-hugging miniskirt.

The hollowed-out design on the chest reveals a faint glimpse of a moderately sized ravine.

A pair of black stockings wrapped around her plump buttocks and sleek legs.

The black stockings were stretched to the extreme by the exaggerated buttocks and wine glass legs, becoming light and transparent, tightly sticking to the fair skin.

Compared with the black stockings on the calves and feet, it appears lighter in color and more translucent.

Ordinary black stockings are stretched to create the effect of gradient black stockings.

The ten-inch black stilettos make the calf lines more sexy.

Abe Nojaku was very satisfied with her outfit.

When women are together, their appearance, figure and dress are their aura.

Like the swords of two swordsmen.

It's like a collision between the genuine product and the counterfeit.

What is embarrassing is often not fake, but ugly.

Picking up a cup of iced black coffee, Abe Nosuke drank it in big gulps.

This will help eliminate edema faster when you meet.

You have to overwhelm the other person with absolute momentum so that you can gain the advantage in the conversation.

Abe Nosuke was very sure that the other party thought the same.

When the Filipino housekeeper led Shiraishi Nagimitsu to the villa's private beach.

Abe Noja walked over slowly and gracefully with a cat-like step.

But when she saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu sitting on a beach chair under a parasol, she realized she was wrong.

Although she was still as beautiful as before, she politely stood up to greet him.

A simple and relaxed outfit, a white dress, and light makeup made her carefully dressed-up look like a heavy punch hitting cotton.

During this meeting, Shiraishi Nagimitsu was elegant and generous.

Beach slippers are more casual.

In the sunlight, the white thong faintly visible through the one-piece white dress has a kind of pure and mature charm.

Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Noja sat side by side on the beach chairs in the villa.

The butler brought two cups of coffee and left.

Abe Noja handed a cup of black coffee to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Guatemala's Inhete black coffee is very good. I only have this one bag, so I'll try it."

"Thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu took it and took a sip.

"How is it?" asked Abe Nojaku.

"I'm sorry, I don't know much about coffee." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled sincerely and tidied a strand of long hair that was blown away by the sea breeze.

"I didn't understand it before." Abe Nosuke picked up the cup and took a sip. "Our experiences are very similar."

"They are all women who were once abandoned by their families."

"Forget coffee. When I was little, I couldn't even drink a sip of Coke."

"Since I was old enough to understand, I have been training day and night."

"You were abandoned by your family and became a sacrifice, while I am an Onmyoji who was kept captive by my family and trained as a Shikigami experiment."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu remained silent. She didn't expect that Abe Nojaku had the same childhood experience as her.

She raised her coffee cup and gently handed it over to Abe Nosuke as if making a toast, clinking their cups.

"I'm not saying this to make you pity me." Abe Nojaku smiled.

"Of course, we are saluting our destiny," Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded, "Congressman Abe is not someone who has gotten to where he is today by relying on the pity of others."

"Yes, you too." Abe Nojaku's eyes shone with admiration: "That's why I have always admired you. Sometimes looking at you is like looking at myself."

"In the end, you and I both broke free from the ropes that our family had put around our necks, and that's how we were able to sit here."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu sighed inwardly.

She was still not as good as Abe Nojaku, even though she was always on guard against her husband and hired various bodyguards.

At the same time, he has personal police officers assigned to him by the Security Department.

But she was still tied up by her husband and sacrificed in the basement.

If her man hadn't suddenly appeared, she would have died long ago.

But Abe Nojaku also had the same idea in his mind.

As an Onmyoji, I am not as good as this weak woman in front of me.

This woman broke free from the shackles of fate without relying on others.

If I hadn't accidentally discovered the notes of my ancestor Abe Haruaki and found his tomb.

I have long been a test subject.