People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

What surprised Hibiki Mitsuki was that she was dressed the same as herself.

Kana Morisawa wore a low-cut ruffled white dress.

The same deep 'I' line, but without the tulle design.

Even the stockings are the same as mine.

Semi-transparent flesh-colored hip-wrapped stockings.

She also wore delicate makeup and bright red lipstick.

Wearing tassel pendants on the ears.

Fei Guangli felt annoyed.

I wasn't wearing any earrings.

How could I have forgotten?

"It seems we have similar ideas about what to wear, Principal Kimitsu." Kana Morisawa said with a charming smile, "Please sit down."

"Hello, Mrs. Morisawa Kana." Kikouli took a deep breath silently, determined not to lose her momentum.

Kneeling in front of Kana Morisawa.

Kana Morisawa reached out and naturally grabbed the hem of Kimitsu Li's skirt and lifted it up.

Revealing the overflowing plump buttocks and white thong.

"Sure enough, even the inside is the same as mine." Morisawa Kana smiled ambiguously: "It seems that our tastes are really similar..."

"Mrs. Morisawa Kana, I hope you can tell me whether those witnesses have been found." Kimitsu Li did not put the lifted skirt back, but just left it there.

Anyway, I might be exposed again at any time.

"I asked you to come, so of course I found it." Morisawa Kana took out some A4 paper from behind her and handed it to Morisawa Kana: "Don't underestimate us Yamaguchi-gumi. There is more than one of us. It seems that several residents nearby know Principal Kimitsu Li."

"It's no wonder. The president of Tokyo Women's University, a top student at UCLA, and a wife from upper-class society are all different from us."

Fei Guangli didn't answer and quickly took it.

These copies contained testimonies from several residents, proving that they had met Kimitsu Li in the park during that period.

Also attached are the residents' identity and social status.

Fei Guangli took a rough look at a few of them. These people had a high social status and no criminal record. Judges and police would accept such witnesses.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Morisawa Kana." Thinking that she would be cleared of the charges soon, Kimitsu Li excitedly hugged the documents in her arms, stood up and bowed deeply.

"No need to thank me first, just do me a favor, Principal Kikouli." Kana Morisawa said with a smile.

Hibiki was stunned. "Mrs. Morisawa Kana, please tell me what I can do for you. If I can do it."

"Of course you can do it, and it will be very easy for you." Morisawa Kana stood up: "Call that man and ask him to come here, to this room."

"Ah? Mrs. Morisawa Kana?" Hibiki Mitsuki covered her mouth in surprise. "You may not know what kind of man Fang Zuo is. He will never..."

"Of course I know." Kana Morisawa interrupted impatiently, "I know who he is better than you do, but I don't care about that, Mrs. Kimitsu."

"I helped you. Don't upper-class women know how to repay you?" Morisawa Kana sneered. "What you're holding in your arms are just copies. I can tear up these people's information at any time."

"Your family honor and your status are in my hands, Mrs. Fei Guangli."

"No matter what method you use, just find the person for me. Can you do it?"

Fei Guangli looked at the information in her arms.

Take a deep breath.

“Let me try…”

After putting the information aside, he took out his cell phone and called Fang Zuo.

No one picked up.

Kikouli looked at Morisawa Kana inquiringly.

Kana Morisawa looked at her with a smile and said nothing.

He gestured to continue.

Fei Guangli gritted her teeth and continued dialing.

Still not connected.

Hibiki Mitsuki called again.

Still no one answered.

Fei Guangli prayed silently in her heart, Please answer it, please answer it, Fang Zuojun, please.

Call again.

beep.....

It seemed like a long wait.

Finally the call was connected.

It was already evening when Fang Zuo arrived at Tokyo Women's University.

The divine consciousness expanded slightly.

There was no one in Shenmuli's room.

On the playground in the distance, a small figure was waving his fists.

Shen Muli was wearing a tight yoga outfit.

Winking with a ponytail.

He is practicing various boxing styles with all his might.

Steady pace.

Each move has its own method.

The occasional flying kicks are no longer just empty flourishes like before.

She has integrated the Chinese boxing techniques passed down to her by Zhang Benhe very well.

The smooth little head was covered with sweat.

The direction of the body's energy also began to surge and become powerful.

It seems that I am gradually getting started.

She is still extraordinary in her martial arts talent.

And in Momonogi Kana's room.

Momonogi Kana fell asleep early.

She was wearing a large T-shirt that covered her small buttocks.

Fang Zuo discovered that her breathing was severely delayed.

It sounds like he's injured?

It seems that the injury is not light.

Who hurt her?

That Hachishaku Lady?

Fang Zuo lay on the chair with his eyes closed, refining incense.

The incense I collected from Osaka and Tokyo these times is enough for my own experiments.

At this moment, the phone that was thrown on the table with the sound turned off kept vibrating.

After several vibrations, Fang Zuo frowned and picked it up to take a look.

Principal Kimitsu Li?

Fang Zuo answered the call.

On the other end of the phone, Fei Guangli cried with joy: "Thank God, Fang Zuojun, thank you for answering my call. Can you come to Mrs. Morisawa Kana's place? Please, it's very important. Please come, okay? It's really very important."

Fang Zuo was stunned.

No need to guess.

It seems that Mrs. Kana Morisawa of the Yamaguchi-gumi is up to something again.

Hearing Fang Zuo's agreement to come over, Fei Guangli finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at Kana Morisawa, waiting for her next instruction.

But when she turned around, Fei Guangli was stunned.

Kana Morisawa had taken off her skirt without me noticing.

A pair of white satin bras support the full curves.

The laces of the white lace thong, which was exactly the same as hers, disappeared into the two snow-white buttocks.

The beautiful white legs, which are thinner than hers, are wrapped in translucent flesh-colored stockings.

The stockings were tightly stretched on her plump and elastic buttocks.

On the tatami next to her were some utensils that she was very familiar with.

She and Shinmura Jing have all used it.

"Mrs. Morisawa Kana...what...what are you going to do?" asked Kimitsu Li in fear.

"Of course we do what we should do and wait for his arrival." Morisawa Kana smiled and said, "Go on, Madam Kikouli, don't you want the original witness information? Your family's honor is still waiting for your protection."

He walked over while saying this and laughing.

When Fang Zuo arrived at the Bonsai Art Museum, it was already pitch dark.

The next moment, he had already entered the inner room.

There was no light in the dark inner room.

The bright moonlight from outside the window provides a clear view.

The two beautiful women were waiting for Fang Zuo's arrival together.

The two beautiful women were also wearing a set of white underwear.

They are about the same height, around 1 meters.

The moonlight shone on their smooth white bodies.

A woman with a well-proportioned body, a little overweight, but well-maintained fair and plump complexion.

One has a more graceful figure, a little less smooth than Kimitsu Li, but her skin is more shiny and elastic.

A man with a handsome appearance and elegant temperament.

One is gorgeous and charming, with spring feelings in her eyes.

Kana Morisawa turned around happily.

"Master," Kana Morisawa said, her eyes full of anticipation and even a few tears of excitement: "You are finally here."

Kimitsuli shyly buried her little head deep in her arms, and could be heard crying faintly.

'Snapped. '

Kana Morisawa raised her right hand.

"How did I teach you?" Morisawa Kana shouted sternly.

"Master...Master." Fei Guangli's tears kept flowing out.

Covering her little face with her hands.

Although she had fantasized about being with Fang Zuo more than once.

But most of them are in the scene of repairing the faucet.

Even in my dreams, I never imagined that I would be greeted in such a humiliating way.

Like the most despicable woman in Kabukicho.