The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

The key point is that his actions made the scam a success.

But the next moment, he heard that Natsumi Hanae actually had the intention to collaborate, and a look of surprise appeared in his light golden eyes.

"oh?!"

"Are you willing to agree to this cooperation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Natsumi Hanae smiling faintly as she spoke.

"No."

Natsumi Akisuke: "..."

His fist slowly clenched, and a dangerous look appeared in his light golden pupils.

Wisps of gray-black smoke swirled around him, accompanied by crackling sounds, making him seem like a bomb about to explode.

He said sternly.

"Summer Flower Painting".

"You shouldn't have played me like that."

"No matter how intelligent you are, you are now just an ordinary person who is a prisoner."

Even if your father told you not to get close to you, not to seriously injure or kill you.

“But I think you’re just a lowly bastard, so it’s fine if you die. We can just use Sengoku Shin to distract the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain.”

“Father said that you have now lost that mysterious power.”

"I'd like to see if your smile and your words will still be as calm as they are now when I pull out your nails and break your arm."

Natsumi Yosuke had originally planned to have a friendly 'negotiation'.

However, the bastard in front of him was shameless and repeatedly played him for a fool, and his patience had reached its limit.

Since there's no way to obtain the power of Xia Huo Mountain, torturing this bastard and venting my anger isn't a bad idea.

A sinister smile spread across his lips, and his eyes were filled with cruelty.

I strode towards the summer flower painting.

Seeing this, Xia Rihua's gentle smile remained unchanged.

She clapped her hands gently.

"Your appearance doesn't seem like an imitation; you've captured some of the charm of your two elder brothers."

"but……"

"You really don't know anything."

"The old man told you not to seriously injure me or kill me, but it wasn't for my sake."

Upon hearing this, Natsumi Yosuke laughed loudly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is it for my sake?"

"Stop with your frivolous talk. No matter what you say now, I won't believe you."

"Why don't you just enjoy the torment I'm going to inflict on you?"

Natsumi Yosuke is now only one meter away from Natsumi Hanae. The black smoke he is churning is growing stronger, and the crackling sounds from it are becoming increasingly loud.

His superpower is [explosion]!

Its destructive power is quite astonishing, ranking among the top in high-risk superpowers, and only slightly less destructive than extremely dangerous superpowers.

In contrast, in other aspects, it is either in the middle or even at the bottom among high-risk superpowers.

Of course, he can control the magnitude of the explosion at will.

The next moment, Natsuki Yosuke reached out his hand toward Natsuki Hanae's fair, bare right shoulder.

"Let's start by blowing your right hand to smithereens!"

He laughed heartily.

However, the next moment.

He saw that the faint smile on Natsumi Hanae's face had vanished, replaced by calm and indifference.

Her beautiful, red, glass-like eyes were dazzling and radiant, and in an instant, her scarlet vertical pupils appeared like a red sun.

"Who gave you permission to touch me with your dirty hands?"

In an instant.

Natsumi Akisuke only saw the space seem to shatter for a moment, but it also seemed that it didn't shatter at all.

Immediately afterward, a scarlet feather slowly drifted down from above and fell to the ground.

Along with it, his intact right arm also fell to the ground.

The next second, an unparalleled pain surged from the wound on his right arm, and a large amount of blood sprayed down, staining the wooden ground red.

Natsumi Yosuke couldn't help but let out a piercing scream.

"Aa ...

"Bang!!"

Summer Flower's swift leg sweep interrupted the other's cries.

Natsumi Yosuke collapsed to the ground uncontrollably, and then Natsumi Hanae suddenly stomped her foot on his terrified face, crushing him into a pool of blood.

The elegant black dress shoes, Natsumi Akisuke's pale face, and the blood-red ground created a striking contrast.

Upon seeing this, Natsumi Hanae pursed her cherry lips slightly, a hint of heartache in her scarlet vertical pupils.

"Oops."

"My brother's blood accidentally stained my floor."

"Could you please lick it clean for me?"

"Otherwise, I'll be in a real headache."

……

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Chapter 233: The Corpse of Mikami Taku

fear.

fear.

An unparalleled fear began to grow and spread in Natsumi Akisuke's heart.

His pale gold pupils trembled uncontrollably.

A world of blood before my eyes.

He could clearly feel the warm blood flowing slowly down his cheeks.

An excruciating pain shot through the incision site on my right arm.

This pain did not make his mind become confused; on the contrary, it made his mind function even more clearly.

He doesn't want to die!

He was now absolutely certain that he would become the head of the Xia family.

He absolutely cannot die!!

However, in contrast.

A sense of absurd panic rose within him once again.

Why... does the summer flower painting still possess power?!

Could it be that old bastard Xia Yuanliu deceived me?!

But upon closer reflection...

That's absolutely impossible.

Although he and Natsumi Yoriyuki had not met formally many times before, not even as many as Natsumi Hanae had met with Natsumi Yoriyuki.

After all, Natsumi Hanae had always stayed at the main residence.

Meanwhile, Natsumi Yosuke would frequently go out, trying every possible way to enhance his strength and influence.

Perhaps even Natsumi Yoriyuki's impression of Natsumi Hanae is deeper than her own.

After all, summer flower paintings are commodities, they are lowly creatures.

But it is precisely because of this that Natsumi Yoshiyuki has a clearer understanding of the summer flower paintings labeled with this tag.

However, Natsui Aksuke is different; within the Natsui Straight Vein, its presence is so minimal that it is almost negligible.

After all, he had two outstanding older brothers keeping him in check.