Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Chapter 152 Yamamoto-kun's Impulsiveness

Yuzuru Masahiro suddenly turned his head away. He dared not look at Satsuki Yui again. Although he had also bitten through the anti-antigen membrane, the medicine had not yet taken effect, and he was also enduring a lot of hardship.

He could actually take advantage of this special situation and go with the flow to get Satsuki Yui out of control, provided that Satsuki doesn't resist.

However, he had concerns. He didn't want the process to be under the watchful eyes and recordings of others. If he could accept that, he would have filmed with Takizawa Reika in the first place.

The White Peach Dharma King and the two young girls had retreated behind the screen to avoid being harassed by the frenzied believers.

She quietly observed everything that was happening on the tatami mats in the lecture hall. Although she was wearing a mask and her expression was not visible, her eyes were darting around, as if she were thinking.

As Yuzuru Masahiro observed the chaotic scene, he casually glanced at Hakumoku Rinpoche. Everything now proved that not only Chairman Kurokawa, but also Hakumoku Rinpoche was the culprit behind the Fusei-kai's downfall.

The Fusheng Society uses environmental and drug-induced manipulation to create this collective indulgence, taming male believers to willingly hand over their possessions and betray their families, turning them into accomplices in the Fusheng Society's money-making and sex-hunting schemes.

So-called dedication is selling oneself for evil desires. So-called blessings are the privilege of legally committing evil.

The video recording became a handle for these believers, allowing them to use it to blackmail and coerce others at will.

Seto Natsumi leaned closer to Yuzuru Masahiro, "Mr. Yamamoto, what are you still hesitating about? Can't you see Ms. Mio's desire?"

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Yui Satsuki's body trembled slightly. If Yuzuru suddenly forced himself on her at this moment, she wondered if she could successfully refuse in her current state.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a slight vibration in her palm; it was Masahiro Hanyu's fingers transmitting information in Morse code.

He was telling her, "Bear with it, and protect yourself. He's going to do something that will help find evidence of the Fusheng Society's crimes."

Yui Satsuki leaned against him, her fingers tapping on his palm. "What are you going to do?"

Masahiro Hanyu responded, "You'll find out soon enough!"

He released her hand and strode towards the frenzied, delirious worshippers. Seto Natsumi was surprised, but did not stop him.

Shirakawa Manchun looked surprised, but he still held up the camera, not interfering with what was happening on camera.

When Masahiro Hanyu walked to the middle of the tatami mat, a woman of average to above-average appearance hugged him from among the confused worshippers.

Her warm, trembling breasts pressed against him. Yuzuru Masahiro glanced at the woman, then raised his hand and pushed her away.

Masahiro Hanyu walked past the frenzied believers, avoiding the uncontrollable filth.

He finally crossed the tatami mat and stood before the two beautiful young women beside the screen.

Natsumi Seto whispered behind Yui Satsuki, "Mr. Yamamoto probably wants to be more prepared so that it can last longer."

Yui Satsuki didn't quite understand the tricks of this kind of thing. She just kept staring at Masahiro Hanyu, still not understanding how he was looking for evidence of a crime.

At this moment, Masahiro Yuzuru placed his hands on the two young girls, and both girls trembled and involuntarily took a step back.

Baihe Wanchun frowned. Did he want both? He wondered if the White Peach Dharma King would agree.

As Yuzuru Masahiro walked over, Shiramo Maki watched his every move. Seeing his hands on the two girls, she not only didn't stop him but also ordered, "Mr. Yamamoto received the Chairman's Lucky Charm and should be rewarded. You two must cooperate with Yamamoto first—"

The White Peach Dharma King's words were abruptly cut off as Masahiro Hanyu pushed the two girls aside and stepped in front of her.

Then he suddenly pulled the White Peach Dharma King into his arms, staring into her eyes behind the mask, "The Dharma King said we can choose freely, which of course includes you, right?"

Shirakawa Manchun was shocked. "Yamamoto Ryuji, how dare you—" he shouted, rushing towards Yuzuru Masahiro with his camera in hand. However, the Hakutao Hosho raised his hand and waved it away. "Shirakawa Manchun, I will handle my own affairs. You only need to manage the other believers."

Baihe Wanchun immediately stopped, raised the camera, and slowly backed away.

The eyes behind the White Peach King's mask blinked, and his tone was steady, "If Yamamoto-kun wants to choose me, then what about Mio-san?"

Masahiro Hanyu's eyes were burning with passion, and his cheeks were flushed. He was trying to appear as if he was acting boldly because he was under the influence of drugs.

"Miss Mio is mine too, but I need to get the White Peach King first!"

"Mr. Yamamoto, aren't you worried that Miss Mio will be unhappy?" The White Peach King leaned forward, his mask almost hitting his face.

"Obtaining the White Peach Dharma King will make it easier to enter the Path of Blessing, so Miss Mio won't be unhappy," Yuzuru Masahiro said softly.

The White Peach Dharma King's voice softened, "Mr. Yamamoto, you can have me; I'm sure I'm much better than any other woman, and you'll find me irresistible. But Miss Mio, I'm going to be given to someone else. Are you willing to let me go?"

Masahiro Hanyu said solemnly, "I can't bear to part with her! Mio-san can only be mine, and if I upset Mio-san, the 100 million yen won't be credited to my account."

The White Peach Dharma King leaned close to his ear, "Alright, I won't make things difficult for Miss Mio, and you can have me too. But we need to agree on three rules: First, you are not allowed to remove my mask; second, we need to find another place, not here, because I am the Dharma King and I must maintain my dignity; third, you must be willing to die for me!"

"I know Mr. Yuzuru's background well. If you can't do this, I'll kill you!"

It turned out that the White Peach Dharma King also knew his true identity. Without hesitation, Yuzuru Masahiro leaned close to her ear and said, "I promise you, but I don't know if you can handle my madness!"

Maki Shiramo sneered, "I'll drain you dry!"

Masahiro Hanyu placed his hand on the plump buttocks of the White Peach King, gently stroking and kneading them. "I'm really looking forward to it."

His hand moved downwards, as if he was about to pick up the White Peach Dharma King.

Suddenly, she blew a breath into his face, and a sweet fragrance entered his nostrils. He immediately felt dizzy, his body swayed a few times, and he collapsed to the ground.

Yuzuru Masahiro clearly saw that inside the mask of the White Peach King, near his mouth, was a thin bamboo tube, and the breath he had just exhaled came from that bamboo tube.

Satsuki Yui's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Yamamoto-kun!"

Seto Natsumi, who was behind her, pulled her back, saying, "Don't disturb His Holiness the White Peach King!"

Yui Satsuki didn't intend to disturb him, because she clearly saw that before Masahiro Hanyu closed his eyes, he gently tapped the ground with his fingers, as if to tell her, "Don't worry, he's alright."

The anti-antigen drug in Masahiro Hanyu's body took effect, and although he collapsed, he did not lose consciousness.

When these things happened, the believers on the tatami mats were caught up in a confused process of choosing and being chosen, and no one noticed that the Dharma King was being harassed.

The White Peach Dharma King looked at Satsuki Yui, "Miss Mio, don't worry, I'll return him to you!"

She clapped her hands, and two burly women emerged from behind the screen and dragged Masahiro Hanyu inside.