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

Miyagi Mukoko instantly got the clue.

The important person that Kana Morisawa met early in the morning was a woman, and a woman with very large breasts.

And she said we...

This shows that she was not the only one who saw the plus-sized woman.

Who is she with?

Miyagi Xiangzi was thinking about it when the old man downstairs said in a deep voice: "Madam, they are all here."

"Okay, I'll go down right away." Kana Morisawa replied.

She bent her soft waist and took off her uniform skirt.

A red lace thong is sandwiched between two white and plump buttocks.

In the courtyard in front.

The huge courtyard was filled with a crowd of people kneeling.

All the Tokyo officials are here.

Kana Morisawa walked over, changed into a black kimono, glanced at the cadres at all levels who were crawling on the ground and dared not look up, and sat in front of everyone with dignity.

Miyagi Muko was watching from a distance.

"You, Nakano, come here." said Kana Morisawa.

"Hi!" A strong man in a suit walked up and prostrated himself on the ground with his head down.

"Look up." Kana Morisawa continued.

"Hi!" The man raised his head, not daring to meet the gaze of the female leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and shifted his gaze downwards.

"Why haven't you covered up the tattoo on your face yet?" Morisawa Kana scolded, "How did I give you a notice? Why do you still want me to see the tattoo?"

"Madam, the tattoo on your face is not easy to cover. We cover other parts of your body with clothes and apply Chinese herbal plasters." said the man named Nakano.

Chapter 229 Frozen Black Silk Legs

"Madam, I shouldn't put the Chinese herbal plaster on my face anymore. It doesn't look good..." the man named Nakano said hesitantly.

"Don't you know there's something called liquid foundation?" Kana Morisawa shook her head helplessly. "You're all like him. Go find a makeup artist and cover up all the tattoos on my face, as well as the scars. In short, cover up all the mess."

"And you, Ishida, come here." Kana Morisawa said, pointing at another man.

"Hi! Madam." Another cadre came over and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Keep your head up."

"Hi!"

“Smile.” Kana Morisawa frowned and ordered, “Smile for me.

"Hi! Haha~~Hehe~~" This cadre has a gangster's face and his smile is extremely scary.

"You might as well not smile. Keep your face soft." Kana Morisawa rubbed his brows. It was really hard for him to let these fierce-looking people play the good guys. "Raise the corners of your mouth and stop frowning."

"Don't be stiff, be natural, understand?"

"Think about the happy things that happened to you, Baka, why are you laughing so obscenely? It's a happy thing, not something that makes you think about whoring women."

"Think about that innocent smile you had when you were a child."

"Right, that is it."

"All of you should wear formal clothes, learn to smile, wear masks if you can, cover up your tattoos and scars, and report to these people according to the area where your headquarters are located." Kana Morisawa nodded to the old man next to her.

The old man immediately took out a pile of A4 papers with the phone numbers of each district on them and distributed them to the gang leaders.

"For this day, all Yamaguchi-gumi operations will cease, with the exception of nightclubs and pachinko parlors maintaining essential staff. You will lead all your subordinates to report to the police station, dressed in suits and ties, and covering your tattoos and scars." Kana Morisawa said coldly.

"Under their leadership, you must do whatever they tell you to do. You must do it by the time they say you should do it. No disobedience is allowed, not even questioning. Do you understand?"

"Hi." Although all the cadres were confused, they still nodded in agreement.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Treat this day as a volunteer and as your own day of atonement. If anyone dares to show any gangster nature, I don't mind burying a few more people under these plants." Kana Morisawa sneered.

"Hi!"

Kana Morisawa stood up and said to the screen next to her, "Did you all hear that? Although you don't have to find someone to report it, you still have to do what I say, just like them."

"Hi!"

There were several huge screens placed nearby, and the cameras on the screens were aimed at the entire courtyard.

The scene just now was broadcast live and transmitted to the entire Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi branch.

One day in September 2024, tens of thousands of people from the entire Japanese Yakuza gang took action.

From this day on, throughout Tokyo, in the communities where Shiraishi Nagimitsu's votes were counted.

The dense crowds of people dispersed, all dressed in suits and ties, with kind smiles on their faces, following behind each community leader.

Wearing a mask and holding Shiraishi Nagimitsu's flyers, they handed them to every household in the community.

At the same time, they brought brooms and various tools to clean the entire community.

The old sports equipment were all repaired in good condition.

The graffiti-covered walls were repainted.

Giving out lots of gifts.

Snacks for children, eggs, milk and fruits for the elderly.

And the entire Japan is within the territory of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

The same scene is happening.

People wearing masks and black suits are scattered in the streets and alleys, doing volunteer work.

Next to Tokyo TV Tower.

Inside NHK's advertising department.

Keiko Minamikawa and a group of colleagues from the advertising department were watching a video sent by Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

Inside the earthquake-stricken resettlement site in Noto area, Ishikawa Prefecture, Japan.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was kneeling on the ground, holding the hands of two elderly people from the disaster area, tears in his eyes.

After more than a year, this group of disaster victims not only have no houses of their own, but also sleep in containers and lie on cardboard boxes.

The ground was filled with various instant noodles.

There is no vegetables or meat in sight.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu is bringing a large amount of supplies and distributing them to the victims.

"Everyone, rest assured. I will urge the local government to provide better resettlement conditions for everyone immediately." Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood up, his expression serious. "If the Ishikawa Prefecture government delays, I will use my power to introduce a bill in Congress to allocate special funds. We can't let everyone live in these conditions."

The victims were so moved that they bowed and expressed their gratitude.

"This video is great, more shocking than any advertising slogan." Colleagues in the advertising department nodded continuously.

"We edited out some irrelevant parts and added post-production music. It's absolutely shocking." Keiko Minamikawa's face was full of joy.

I was just worried that Shiraishi Nagimitsu’s video might not be effective enough, but now it seems that this kind of realistic video completely crushes any other legislator’s advertisement.

"Zoom in on the tears on Councillor Shiraishi's face and give a close-up."

"Yes, that's it. The picture is frozen."

"Then cut to the two elderly men holding Councillor Shiraishi's hands."

"Okay, that's it."

"I suggest that everyone go to the resettlement site in the disaster area to investigate the current situation of the victims and include it in the advertising video," said Keiko Minamikawa.

"Jingzi's suggestion is very good, let's do it."

NHK's advertising department is working at full speed.

At this moment, Shiraishi Nagimitsu is continuing to visit one community after another.

"Sister, if you use people from the Yamaguchi-gumi, won't people say they have connections with the mafia?" Mei Shiraishi said worriedly.

"You don't understand the nature of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan. At many disaster relief events, the Yamaguchi-gumi even arrives before the government." Shiraishi Nagimitsu brushed his hair and looked out the window. "This is a legal organization registered with the government. Furthermore, it's led by people from the local community, so it won't have any negative impact."

"Also, it's really difficult to find members of parliament in Japan who have no connection with the Yamaguchi-gumi or other organizations."

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Fang Zuo frowned as he looked at the ugly and disgusting monster that kept wailing.

There is no such thing in any known creature on Earth.

This so-called god is like the Japanese demon, and there is no corresponding prototype.

Could it be that this god was also created?

Fang Zuo swung his sword again and completely killed the Yumutuo God.

The spirit unfolded, collecting its spirit and incense that had not yet dissipated.

At this time, an unrivaled spirit has arrived.

"Who is so bold and reckless as to dare to kill a god?"

As he spoke, dense lines of world rules appeared, carrying an ancient and profound aura.

In this kingdom of God, they are the supreme beings.

Even if Fang Zuo's real body was here, he might not be able to compete.

They easily cut open Fang Zuo's body.

Strip away Fang Zuo's soul.

Then endless pressure imprisoned Fang Zuo's soul.

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Hokkaido Airport.

Three women emerged, following the crowd of passengers.

Yingkong Kurumi had a natural look on her face and couldn't hide her smile.

Behind them, Hashimoto Yuna and Kaede Ren, with two pairs of black stockings and high heels, were blown to the bone by the cold wind at the airport.

Although the steps are still elegant, they are no longer as natural as those in Tokyo.

Sakura Kurumi looked at Hashimoto Yuna and Kaedeka Ren who were shivering from the cold, but forced themselves to pretend they were not cold at all and smiled happily.

See how many minutes you can hold on.

"The temperature in Hokkaido is 5 degrees Celsius right now. I'm happy to tell you two that the temperature in the Northern Four Islands is -3 degrees Celsius, and it's raining and snowing." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

"And we will sit on a speedboat, braving the cold sea breeze under the cover of night, waiting to land on the four northern islands."

"We didn't apply for a visa this time. Due to the situation in Ukraine, Russia recently closed the visa policy for the four northern islands."

"In other words, we are sneaking across the island this time. We need to avoid the Russian joint defense personnel and land on the island at an appropriate time."

"But what I'm more worried about is that you two might be frozen to death by the sea breeze on the speedboat before we even reach the island."

Chapter 230 The Victory of the Beautiful Women

The airport's exit platform has no cover at all.

The howling cold wind blew past.

Three women stood in the cold wind, two of them shivering.

"Sakura Kurumi, don't worry about mocking us." Hashimoto Yuna sneered, "Even though you're wearing more than us, I don't believe you won't be cold in this temperature. You'll have trouble going to the Northern Four Islands in this outfit."

"I'm really not cold. If that's the case, then I'll tell the people who are supposed to pick us up not to prepare your coats or supplies." Yingkong Kurumi turned around and smiled sweetly, "Look, the wind doesn't even blow on me."

Hashimoto Yuna hugged her petite body with trembling arms, her extra-long legs in black stockings and high heels were a little unsteady in the wind.

The wind has no sympathy for women and falls in love with this pair of exaggeratedly sized legs.