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

"Asshole, what brains? How could we possibly give it to him? We have accumulated these things through years of hard work." After scolding him, the middle-aged man said sarcastically:

"A wounded assassin dares to threaten us? Then we will sell him for a good price. The demon tribe and the Shinto sect are all looking for him. We will sell him to whoever offers the highest price."

"Immediately inform the Demonic Tribe and the Shinto Cult that we know who the assassin is and where he is. Ask them to offer the highest price, and we'll give it to whoever offers the highest price."

"Or, I'll give it to both of them, huh, and you're still threatening us?"

The bald old man was frightened by his boss's plan. His face turned pale and he stammered, "But...but sir...if that sir knew..."

"How could he possibly know?" the middle-aged man laughed. "He probably thought we would honestly compensate him for all our assets."

"But I won't. Why should he?"

"The more powerful a person is, the more arrogant he is, and the more he thinks we dare not plot against him."

"But what he doesn't know is that countless heroes in history have died at the hands of people they considered to be insignificant."

"The Overlord of Western Chu, Guan Yu..."

Outside the luxury yacht at this time.

A faint voice interrupted the middle-aged man's excitement.

"You even read Chinese history..."

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

"Director, go back and rest. You haven't had a good sleep for five days."

"Yes, Director, we can't continue working like this."

The subordinates on duty tried to persuade Yingsora Kurumi.

"I know what I'm doing. Thank you everyone." Yingsong Kurumi forced a smile and thanked everyone.

Her little face looked extremely haggard, and the plump apple cheeks on her face seemed smaller.

At Sakura Kurumi's request, the driver drove her to the spiritual opposition meeting.

Sitting in the back seat, she looked out the window.

The sky gradually turns white, and Tokyo enters the early morning. The lover's life or death is uncertain, and my thoughts are in a tangled mess.

Come to the beautiful woman in the spiritual church.

Sakura Kurumi rang the doorbell.

"Yingkong Walnut Hall, you're here. The door is open. Come up." A lazy voice came from inside.

Yingkong Kurumi came to the second floor.

Mrs. Bai Huizi had just finished taking a bath and walked out of the bathroom with her white body splashing with water.

Without any hesitation, he was naked in front of Yingkong Kurumi.

Wear a white lace bra and cover it with a transparent silk blouse to make it appear faintly visible.

She bent down, put on a pair of red lace panties, and looked at Sakura Kurumi with her long hair draped over her shoulders.

Without makeup, she looked less seductive and more virtuous.

"Director Sakura Sora Kurumi, I'm sorry to have you come so early." Bai Huizi smiled apologetically, "It's because these matters cannot be entered into the files of the Security Bureau, only the files of the Spiritual Dissent Association."

"It's okay, Mrs. Bai Huizi." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "I'm working overtime and haven't had a break yet."

Bai Huizi looked at Yingkong Kurumi's haggard face and said with concern: "Please sit down and take care of yourself, Yingkong Kurumi, I see that you look very bad."

"I understand. May I ask what case Mrs. Baihuizi asked me to come here for?" Yingsong Kurumi sat down and took a sip of the tea handed to her by Baihuizi.

"You know that all the high-ranking Shinto priests in Tokyo are dead, right?" Bai Huizi said as she sat beside him.

"Yes."

"After the battle at Mount Fuji, Ashura's remaining soul disappeared, and so many priests died." Bai Huizi also took a sip of her tea and put it down, then continued, "Not only that, all the members of the Jiujiu sect in Tokyo are also dead."

"When did the Jiujiu sect also go to Mount Fuji?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned.

"They've always been like this, going wherever there's something to gain, but this time they've suffered a huge loss." Bai Huizi took out a document from her side and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi:

"This is the autopsy report from the Spiritual Dissent Society. Their souls were almost completely annihilated, their bodies intact, without even a scratch. Their deaths were identical to those of the priests."

"Although it took quite a while, we suspect it was the remnant spirit of Asura who did it."

"The Emperor and the Reiwa Society both hope that you can find Ashura's remaining soul. I believe that Shintoism has also made a request to you."

Sakura Kurumi nodded.

"That's easy. If you find any clues, I hope you can send a copy here." Bai Huizi said.

"I understand." Sakura Kurumi nodded.

When Baihuizi was about to say something.

Sakura Kurumi's cell phone rang.

Yingkong Kurumi took out her cell phone and walked aside.

Bai Huizi looked at the beautiful Yingkong Kurumi Hall Manager, answered the phone, and listened to the voice on the other end of the phone.

The haggard little face suddenly bloomed with radiance, and a pair of tired eyes suddenly became bright.

"Mrs. Baihuizi, please send me a message if you have anything. I have to leave urgently." After saying that, Yingkong Kurumi couldn't wait for Baihuizi to speak, pushed open the glass door, and flipped down from the second-floor balcony.

Leaving Baihuizi stunned.

What happened to the always cool and elegant Yingkong Kurumi?

Such a gaffe.

Sakura Kurumi sprinted out of the royal palace.

Arriving at Main Street

It was just dawn and there were few people on the street.

There were no taxis in sight.

A Panamera drove over, and Yingkong Walnut did a beautiful somersault and stopped the Panamera.

A handsome man rolled down the car window in surprise: "Isn't this our beautiful Yingkong Kurumi Hall?"

Yingkong Kurumi frowned, not remembering who this man was.

No matter who he is.

She took out her work ID and symbolically displayed it. Without waiting for him to see it clearly, she reached through the car window, opened the door from the inside and said, "I am Sakura Sora Kurumi, Director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I am now requisitioning your car in the name of the government."

"Hmm? But..." The man looked dazed and was about to speak.

"Come down." Yingkong Kurumi pulled the man down impatiently.

She jumped into the driver's cab, closed the door, ignored the handsome man, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The man was left disheveled and confused in the wind.

The call I just received was from the telecommunications company.

The telecommunications company staff said that Fang Zuo's phone number started receiving signals somewhere in Tokyo.

Yingkong Kurumi's heart was beating wildly, and she stepped on the accelerator to the limit.

The engine tachometer climbed wildly.

Panamera roared and sprinted forward rapidly.

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Kiko Sasaki was lying on the carpet in a sprawling position.

He was unconscious for a long time before waking up.

It took a long time before he could move his fingers. Then he rubbed the pockets of his windbreaker that were scattered beside him, took out his cell phone, struggled to open his eyelids, and called Ishizawa Nako.

Ishizawa Nako, who had been worried about her, did not return.

After saying hello to her husband, she stayed in the suite of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, staying awake all night, glued to her phone.

When you hear the phone call, answer it immediately.

"Come...pick me up." Kiko Sasaki's weakness could be heard from the other end of the phone.

It took so long to call.

Can you do it for so long?

Is this still a normal person?

That old president, is he a pervert who likes to torture people?

Ishizawa Nako hurried over.

I was shocked to see Kiko Sasaki lying on a stained carpet.

Chapter 242 The Reunion of Women

Ishizawa Nako came to the suite.

The door was ajar.

Fortunately, although this is not the most luxurious hotel in Japan, it is definitely the safest hotel.

After entering.

I saw that Kyoko Sasaki's white, soft and plump body was covered with bruises.

Lying on the stained carpet.

His eyes were slightly open, still with a dazed expression.

Clothes and bras were scattered on the ground.

The lace thong was also torn.

Ishizawa Nako covered her mouth and said in surprise and anger: "He...he abused you?"

I saw Kiko Sasaki still lying limply and powerlessly.

He quickly ran over and squatted beside Kiko Sasaki.

Only then did I realize that the gray carpet that looked stained was actually soaked, which created the color contrast.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have encouraged you, that bastard. How dare he do that?! I'm sorry, Kiko, did he hit you?" Ishizawa Nako looked over Kiko Sasaki's body apologetically, trying to see if there were any other signs of abuse.

The little hands moved, touching, grabbing and kneading Kiko Sasaki's body, and moving her legs apart.

Ishizawa Nako breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no other scars, only bruises on the knees and five-finger marks on various parts of the body.

But Kyoko Sasaki next to her seemed to be feeling increasingly unwell as she moved her hands around. Suddenly, she shuddered violently, shaking as if she had the hiccups.

Her beautiful eyes were blank for a moment and then closed tightly.

Ishizawa Nako already has a child. As someone who has experienced this, how can I not know what is going on with her now?

Since there are no other scars on the body, that's what I guessed.

But this is a bit too exaggerated.

Just by turning over a little, he triggered the memory of Kyoko Sasaki's body last night.

A wave of aftermath immediately arose.

Ishizawa Nako covered her mouth in surprise and giggled.

"How powerful is that president? Not only did he take so long, but he also made you suffer like this." Nako Ishizawa gently helped Kyoko Sasaki sit on the sofa.

Seeing how weak her limbs were and how she didn't even have the strength to speak, he quickly picked up the windbreaker and helped her put it on.

I accidentally stepped on the wet and slippery carpet and almost fell.

"Why is it so wet here?" Ishizawa Nako lowered her head in surprise. When she looked up, she saw Kiko Sasaki turning her head away and not daring to look at her. Her neck was red and she giggled.

Then he picked up her red high heels with one hand, held her arm with the other, supported her weak body, and walked towards her room in the hotel.