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

The salary was high enough and the time was free, giving him more time to comprehend martial arts.

"This is the woman that Master Fang has his eye on. You must protect her well." Zhang Benhe said, "You two brothers don't need to know who Master Fang is, but you must do everything he cares about. No mistakes can be made."

Xiaowu recalled what his master said.

He was always very cautious every time he talked about Master Fang.

Although he still didn't know Master Fang's identity, he understood that the person who could make his master cautious must be the best person in the world.

"Pay attention to that white couple, there's something wrong." Xiaowu said.

The white-haired old man next to him was stunned, nodded, and slowly followed the white couple.

At first, the five of them were not very convinced of the bodyguards hired by the lady.

With five of them, do we need to hire additional bodyguards?

but.

After witnessing the various professional methods of this man named Xiaowu and several "friendly" competitions, they were completely impressed by this Chinese man.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" asked Kana Morisawa.

"Hello, ma'am, please follow me." The salesgirl enthusiastically led Kana Morisawa and Mukaiko Miyagi towards the inner room.

This beautiful and coquettish woman and her long-legged and sexy companion almost wiped out the entire counter's sales for a month.

The salesgirl wished the two of them could stay a little longer, even for five minutes.

Xiaowu frowned and was about to follow.

"I'm sorry, sir. This is the VIP room for female members of our counter. Men are not allowed to enter." A salesgirl stopped Xiaowu.

Xiao Wu nodded, stood at the inner entrance, closed his eyes and listened for any unusual aura.

Kana Morisawa walked into the bathroom, took out her lipstick and slowly touched up her makeup in front of the dressing mirror.

"How is it, are you happy?" asked Kana Morisawa with a smile.

"I'm so happy." Miyagi Xiangzi said from the bottom of her heart.

It turns out that the satisfaction of shopping is so strong.

The moment you see that these things belong to you, it doesn’t matter whether they are useful or not, or whether they look good or not. What matters is that they belong to you.

"Looking at you, it seems like you haven't gone shopping in a long time." Kana Morisawa looked at her face from various angles in front of Keiko with satisfaction.

"Yeah..." Miyagi Xiangzi paused, then quickly added, "I'm usually busy with work, and then I got addicted to gambling, so I haven't been shopping in a long time."

"Just change slowly. Come to think of it... you haven't gambled in a long time." Morisawa Kana smiled as she looked at Miyagi Mukako, who was also putting on makeup. "You quit quickly!"

Miyagi Mukako felt guilty and didn't say anything, pretending to be conscientiously putting on makeup.

But I rarely put on makeup in the ancient country of Izumo, and the more I put on, the worse I look.

"Oh, how come your makeup skills have regressed? You were the one who taught me how to do it before." Morisawa Kana walked over, picked up her makeup, held up Miyagi Mukako's face, and carefully and patiently touched up her makeup. "Why, isn't it a requirement for flight attendants to wear makeup?"

"I haven't put on makeup in a long time, so my hands are a little...a little rusty." Miyagi Xiangzi said guiltily.

Seeing this woman approaching her and carefully and meticulously touching up her makeup, Miyagi Xiangzi felt a complex emotion in her heart.

If he wanted to kill her, he would have had plenty of opportunities these days.

Such as now.

With just a slight thought from him, this beautiful and charming woman would turn into a pile of bones, leaving only a ghost.

Suddenly, there was a wave behind Kana Morisawa.

A pistol with a silencer stretched out from the invisible air.

Chapter 222 Abe Nosuke's Revenge

"Be careful, madam."

"Kana be careful."

Just as the gun was extended, two shouts were heard.

Miyagi Xiangzi's face was filled with rage, and her eyes flashed with black light.

A faint black mist turned into a chain and wrapped around the hand holding the pistol.

At the same time, Miyagi Makoto grabbed Morisawa Kana and moved to the side.

The hand holding the pistol was slightly numb, and a red fist whizzed over and hit the arm holding the gun.

The red flames instantly ignited, the flames exploded, and the killer's entire arm and the gun burned violently.

"Fire Fist Xiaowu?" The killer holding the gun instantly showed up. He was a middle-aged white man with a bald head and wearing a white robe. He raised his left hand like a knife with no expression and chopped down his right hand that was surrounded by flames.

The stump of his right hand, holding a pistol, fell off with blood and was instantly burned into a black as charcoal by the continuous flames.

The white man pressed the wound on his right hand with his left hand, which was shining white. He glared at Xiao Wu at the door and said in Italian, "Who is she to you? Why are you here?"

Xiaowu slowly retracted his right fist, his body enveloped by a red aura. He spoke in a deep voice in Italian, "Why did the Priory come to Japan?"

The white man did not answer. He shook his white robe, exerted force with his legs, and with a "bang", he broke open the window next to him and jumped out.

Xiaowu rushed to the broken window and looked down.

I saw that the white man had already landed, holding his arm with his left hand, and shuttled through the streets, got into a car and drove away.

"Madam, are you okay?" Xiaowu said.

"I'm fine, Mr. Xiaowu." Morisawa Kana shook her head: "Thanks to you two."

Kana Morisawa looked at Miyagi Muko, who was hugging her and cowering in fear. "Muko, are you okay? I'm sorry, the killer was probably targeting me and got you into trouble."

"It's okay." Miyagi Xiangzi shook her head, her face pale. "I was scared to death."

"Madam." "Madam." Immediately, two more old men rushed in and were frightened when they saw the scene.

If it weren't for Mr. Xiaowu, they wouldn't have discovered it until the lady was dead.

After being interrupted by the killer, I lost all interest in shopping.

"Mr. Xiaowu, where did you just say he was from?" After experiencing many life and death situations, Kana Morisawa's temperament has become more and more tough. She took a deep breath and asked.

"The Vatican Priory, a Catholic, I happen to know the one just now." Xiao Wu said.

"Why did the Catholics come to kill the lady?" one of the old men asked in surprise.

"It's probably something related to the underworld." Xiao Wu said, "The Italian Mafia has always been controlled by the Catholic Church."

"Italian Mafia? Let's go back." Kana Morisawa said calmly.

In the nanny car on the return trip.

Morisawa Kana apologized and held Miyagi Muko's hand: "Muko, when we get back later, I'll give you some money, and you can leave here."

"Why?" Miyagi Makoto looked at Morisawa Kana in surprise.

"You just saw it. After all, I'm the wife of the Yamaguchi-gumi. This kind of thing may happen more and more in the future." Morisawa Kana brushed Miyagi Mukako's messy hair and said, "I don't want to implicate you."

"No, I'm not leaving." Miyagi Xiangzi shook her head: "I want to stay with you."

"I don't want you to leave either, but you'll be in danger." Morisawa Kana sighed. "I used to just yearn to climb up, but then I realized the higher you go, the more dangerous it becomes."

"How about this... Kana, you should give up this position. It's too dangerous." Miyagi Xiangzi said sincerely.

"I can't." Kana Morisawa shook her head. "You haven't experienced the taste of power, that addictive, intoxicating feeling."

"With just one simple word, so many people risk their lives for you. With just one look, so many men grovel on the ground in fear. I'm used to it all. If I don't have it, I'd rather die than be an ordinary woman."

"What's more, the reason I'm still alive is because I'm still in this position."

"If one day I wanted to quit, even if I had the slightest thought, I would be dead immediately."

“Some things must be done to the end, and some roads can never be stopped once you start.”

"But, Xiangzi, you are different. You don't have to accompany me." Morisawa Kana sighed: "You still have a good life to go. There are many choices waiting for you, such as getting married, having children."

"A man who loves you and a happy family, these are the things we dreamed of when we were young girls. Don't worry, the money I give you is enough for you to live a peaceful and stable life."

"Just remember one thing. Don't gamble again after you leave. Promise me."

"No, I'm not leaving." Miyagi Xiangzi shook her head: "You also said that those are the things we longed for when we were young girls. You are not a girl now, and neither am I."

"You...ah!" Kana Morisawa patted Miyagi Mukai's hand: "I won't force you, but if you want to leave, tell me anytime."

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Fang Zuo came to a couple hotel in Shibuya.

White screen windows, white walls.

Huge round bed.

Sakura Kurumi's long, slightly brown hair reached her waist and fell over her smooth back.

Wearing a small cotton vest and light yellow shorts.

She knelt with her two smooth and round legs spread out, and her hands supported between her legs.

Her skin shone in the light from the window.

The originally small and plump buttocks, in the prone sitting position, are desperately pushed out to form a plump and upturned shape.

Seeing Fang Zuo coming in, Yingkong Hutao turned her head, bounced her waist, and threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms.

Fang Zuo held Yingkong Hutao's buttocks with both hands, and the entry immediately overflowed from between his fingers.

This famous female policewoman of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Department is now the dream lover of the entire Japanese police force.

This woman can switch between single and double ponytails, and can be cute and cool at any time.

Under Fang Zuo's nourishment, the two buttocks began to move in a direction completely opposite to her own temperament.

It becomes more and more abnormally full and charming.

The buttocks are as white and tender as jade, just like a juicy peach, so ripe that it seems to be dripping with water.

Although it is not as plump as Abe no Suzuki, its fullness is not weaker at all.

"So slow." Yingkong Walnut bit Fang Zuo's shoulder, shaking her head like a mad little female cat, making a wild sound and slurring her words: "I told you to slow down, I told you to slow down."

Then he twisted his waist violently, driving the strength of his body, and the rotating force pushed Fang Zuo's body.

Fang Zuo did not resist and was carried down onto the soft bed by this force.

Yingkong Hutao sat astride Fang Zuo, loosened her mouth that was biting Fang Zuo, moved to Fang Zuo's ear, exhaled like orchid, and whispered softly: "Don't move, let me come."

After saying that, a pair of small hands unbuttoned Fang Zuo's shirt one by one.

He bent down, lowered his little head, and started from Fang Zuo's neck, leaving one tooth mark after another.

After biting down, the teeth are still grinding.

Then slowly move it down towards the chest.

Then continue down.

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at this time.

A luxury yacht in Tokyo, Japan, sets out from Tokyo Bay and heads towards the coast of Japan.

Not long after, the luxury yacht stopped next to a giant luxury yacht near the coast of Yokohama, Tokyo, Japan, and moved closer together.

"Prime Minister Yasuda." A white man, escorted by several bodyguards, stepped from one giant luxury yacht to another. "How is it? This yacht is quite nice, isn't it? I knew it was a gift for you. I personally placed the order and participated in the design."

"Don't call me Prime Minister, Mr. Zuckerberg," said former Japanese Prime Minister Yasuda. "I have resigned. Now, I am just an ordinary retired man."

"This yacht is indeed nice, but I can't afford it. Mr. Zuckerberg should take it back."

"No matter what, in our hearts, you're the Prime Minister of Japan. You're one of us," Zuckerberg said with a smile. Then his expression suddenly changed and he said coldly, "But you suddenly withdrew from the party leadership election and resigned as Prime Minister. Aren't you afraid of Yahweh's blame?"

"If Mr. Zuckerberg's meeting with me this time is a punishment from Yahweh, then I'm ready," Yasuda said solemnly, his head bowed. "If it weren't for Yahweh's redemption during my time studying in North America, I would have died long ago."

"If Yahweh needs my devotion, I am willing to return to him."

"But, although I am a Jew, I am still a Japanese. I have betrayed my race and done enough to betray them."

"I have passed so many bills, which is enough to ensure that Jewish groups can take deep roots in this island country of Japan."