Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 386 Xiao Qi Qi

"Is that... a magazine?!"

After he reminded him, Fushan saw the object clearly and his eyes suddenly bulged out...

Both of them confirmed that they were not mistaken. Behind the windshield, there was a black pistol casually placed...

There was also a magazine next to it, filled with bullets, which emitted the unique metallic luster of brass in the sunlight.

"Miyamoto, generally speaking, you paparazzi shouldn't carry guns, right..."

"No, whatever these guys are, they are definitely not paparazzi!"

The two men, with petrified expressions and sweat on their foreheads, looked at each other. An atmosphere of horror quietly spread in the quiet carriage.

"Beep!"

At the same time, because a white car was driving too fast, the traffic behind it couldn't help but honk in protest.

The driver of the black business car seemed to have noticed the car that was driving too slowly and was driving side by side with him.

His eyes, which were intimidating without anger and full of scrutiny, looked over intentionally or unintentionally and met Miyamoto's for a moment.

"No, no... that guy noticed us..."

"Quick, let's go!"

Driven by a strong survival instinct, Miyamoto swerved the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, stepped on the solid line, changed from the straight lane to the left turn lane, and fled.

……

"Huh...Huh...I guess...I didn't catch up..."

"Don't worry, I'm very familiar with this underground parking lot. There are three exits in the garage. I once followed a comedian out for sex and was discovered. I escaped by following this terrain."

They drove close to the speed limit the entire time, seemingly naturally but actually in a panic, into the underground garage of a shopping mall. After confirming that the scary commercial vehicle did not follow them, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who on earth is in that business car? It feels so scary..."

Recalling what had just happened, Fukuyama, who was still frightened, realized that his back was soaked with sweat.

"The black suit, the gun, and the calm yet fierce look in his eyes..."

With his head buried in the steering wheel and biting his nails, Miyamoto's brain was thinking at high speed.

"Could it be that……"

With countless secret information gathered from his years of work, an answer suddenly came to his mind.

"I know! These guys are from gangs!"

"Shou Fang of the Burning Department was originally a driver for a gangster boss. His dominance in the entertainment industry over the years is also related to the multiple gangster society shareholders behind him. This is a semi-open secret in the industry..."

"Xia Fan snatched the first place in J Club's "Idol Birth Festival" and is now on the hot boy group idol track. He is the well-deserved most popular person..."

"Those two black commercial vehicles must be the security that Company B secretly provided for him!"

His thoughts became clearer and clearer, and Miyamoto felt that the truth of the matter was under his control.

"A gangster bodyguard? Luckily you were alert and discovered it in advance, otherwise we might have been killed in some alley..."

"As expected of you, Bunshun's official paparazzi."

Fukuyama patted Miyamoto's shoulder thankfully.

"Now that we know about this, we can no longer use the 'follow-up tactics' we use against other artists. We can only focus on digging up dirt on him and following him on the spot..."

"Although this will cost more manpower and resources, J Company was very generous in making the advance payment this time, so there is no problem at all."

"I will organize the staff and arrange the location according to Xia Fan's schedule."

The words "Bunshun Gouyong" gave Miyamoto confidence, he smiled triumphantly, took out his phone and started making arrangements.

……

"Hey, hey, we have three cars and two teams to protect Consultant Xia Fan at all times. He looks like an ordinary little idol. Is he really that important?"

In the black business car, the man in a suit sitting in the passenger seat skillfully put bullets into the magazine one by one and inserted them into the pistol...

Then he pulled out the magazine and ejected the bullets one by one. "You're a newcomer, you know nothing... Consultant Xia Fan is said to be the best in the supernatural field in Tokyo..."

"Without him, the ninth class might have been completely replaced by now."

"We have no right to 'protect' him. The most we can do is maintain order."

When asked this question, the man in a suit who was driving showed a look of admiration in his eyes.

"New guy, could you please stop playing? It's a bit distracting."

Perhaps because the sound of the bullets rubbing against each other was too harsh, he protested in a low voice.

"Sorry, sorry. I've been in the mercenary army for too long. I feel insecure when I have nothing to do..."

"I hope the peaceful air of Tokyo can cure this bad habit."

The man sighed and slid his gun into his waistband.

"By the way, is there any problem with that car just now?"

He looked at it curiously and saw the white car turning left quickly.

"I haven't noticed anything wrong yet, but I just feel like the two guys in the car seem to be looking at us. Maybe I'm being too suspicious?"

The man in the driver's seat shrugged nonchalantly.

"This is Security Team A, Consultant Xia Fan, we have arrived safely at Company B Building..."

At the same time, a communication sound came from the intercom placed between the two people.

"Security Team B received the message. There is no suspicious vehicle following us. It is safe for now. OVER."

The man in the driver's seat picked up the intercom and replied calmly.

……

Bethesda headquarters building, tenth floor, music department.

"Everyone, today's regular meeting ends here. Regarding the problems just mentioned, such as low production efficiency and poor quality, please go back and reflect on them."

"It's already the season for releasing songs. All those who are listless should take out all their best works and put them out in front of the company to bask in the sun!"

As Yamazaki Hiroshi continued to "urge submissions" as usual, a group of producers ran out of the meeting room as if they were escaping for their lives and left the music department at the speed of light.

"I haven't finished yet, these guys who don't listen to me..."

The last person to leave the conference room was Yamazaki Hiroshi. He had just turned around to close the door when he felt a strong fragrant breeze rushing towards him and his arm was clamped by a violent force...

"President Yamazaki, you finally have time now, right?"

"…I have been waiting outside with this child for over an hour!"

Tachibana Ryoko, who was wearing heavy makeup, hung on his arm like a big bird, pouting her flaming red lips in grievance.

"S-Section Chief Yamazaki, I'm sorry to bother you. Thank you for your guidance..."

Behind him, Hoshina Hanami, wearing a little dress and a beret, saluted respectfully.

"President Tachibana...what are you doing...didn't I tell you that we have to make an appointment according to company regulations for a business meeting?"

"It's the season for releasing songs recently, and you have so many meetings that it's impossible to make an appointment. I can only come to your house in person..."

"What kind of service is this? If a personal visit is useful, then wouldn't the company's appointment consultation system be a mere decoration?"

Yamazaki Hiroshi felt like he was trapped in a swamp of despair filled with masculine scents and cheap perfumes...

"Don't be so cold, Xiao Qi Qi, just because you have a new lover, do you forget the old one..."

"Asshole, this is a company, don't mess around!"

"Then you can change places..."

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from Tachibana Ryoko's burly embrace, and instead continued to sink into the abyss of muscles...

(End of this chapter)