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

certainly...

As members of the school board, they can be considered upper class compared to the ordinary families in front of them.

The middle school principal nearby tried to smooth things over with a smile and said, "I think this is all a misunderstanding. Why don't we just let it go and let the children go to school early?"

Ma Feihui clenched her fists, not knowing what to do when faced with such a situation.

They neither understand the rules of human society nor can they take action to solve them.

Besides, after such a long time, the girl's injuries have long since healed, so where can she go to get them examined?

"Bang.....Bang!"

The sudden sound from the wooden table next to them attracted everyone's attention.

Mei Shiraishi was sitting in a chair bored, holding a thick Japanese dictionary in both hands and tossing it around.

Keep falling on the wooden table.

She had long hair and a round face.

Under the white turtleneck sweater is a pink J-cup bra and a pink short-sleeved shirt.

The proud curve makes the white knitted sweater look slightly thin and transparent.

Two pink curves can be seen from inside.

Mei Shiraishi stood up, leading the ups and downs of the performance: "Everyone, I have a few words to say."

She stepped forward and said with a smile, "What you all said makes sense. Since there are clear regulations, we will follow them."

When several school directors saw the two women who had suddenly come to cause trouble give in, they nodded smugly.

It was also expected.

How can civilians settle accounts with themselves?

It's just bullying them, so what?

Makie turned her head and looked at Shiraishi Mei in confusion, not understanding why she was speaking for the other person.

Mei Shiraishi continued nonchalantly, "However, I'd like to ask you a question. Is this thing in my hand considered a safety device according to the Tokyo School Safety Equipment Classification Standards?"

She picked up a thick Japanese dictionary on the table and said.

Keep throwing it between your hands casually.

"Of course it's a safety device..." The fat woman grinned broadly. "How can a book not be considered a safety device?"

"That's easy." Shiraishi Mei smiled and took the dictionary in her little hand for the last time, holding the opening of the dictionary tightly.

Then he took the other stapled corner of the dictionary and smashed it hard against the fat woman's face.

boom! ! !

what! ! !

A scream was heard and a stream of blood flew up in a parabola.

The fat woman was hit on the nose by the hard corner of a thick dictionary and fell on her back.

The already collapsed nose continued to spurt blood.

It had been smashed flat, with two bloody holes oozing blood.

I think the bridge of my nose is broken too.

The others looked at this cute woman with big breasts and a round face in shock, standing there in a daze, unable to react.

I never expected that she would attack me with a dictionary.

"So, I'm not hitting anyone." Shiraishi Mei looked at the blood-stained dictionary in her hand with disdain, threw it to the ground, and picked up the wooden teaching triangle on the table: "Then, this thing should also be in the safety equipment at school."

After weighing it, she handed the large wooden triangle to the dazed Ma Feihui: "Why are you standing there? Are you going to get on? If not, I'll continue..."

"Great, great, great! Leave it to me..." Ma Feihui finally reacted and rubbed her hands excitedly as she took the wooden triangle. A ferocious smile appeared on her beautiful face: "Let me, who has never been to school, do some math problems..."

Ah ah ah ah ah! !

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

After a while.

The principal's office was a mess.

Ma Feihui looked at the broken triangle in her hand and threw it aside in frustration.

Not only the people lying on the ground groaning in a bloody mess, but even the children were not spared.

They were all beaten until they were covered in blood, and not a single piece of their clothes was intact.

"Here, this is my family's business card. A high-class family, huh!!" Shiraishi Mei took out an exquisite nameplate and threw it on the ground. "If you're not convinced, come to us. What a rubbish school! The child won't go to school anymore. We've already found a school for her."

After saying that, she was not satisfied with just one push and licked her red lips with her tender little tongue.

The three of them walked out the door.

"Isn't it a bad idea to give them your business cards? It might cause trouble for Councillor Shiraishi..." Makie suddenly said halfway through her walk.

"You're stupid! I wouldn't give them my sister's business card." Shiraishi Mei said disdainfully, "Don't worry, I gave them the business card of the Iwasaki family, the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu. Even if I gave them the guts, they wouldn't dare to come to me. I'm afraid they'd be scared to death."

"For a small, underrepresented Tokyo family like this to mess with the Iwasaki family, it would be audacious if the entire family didn't hang themselves..."

Makihui nodded in confusion, not yet understanding human society: "Where did you get such a powerful thing?"

"Last time I attended their invitational cocktail party with my sister, I took some of them." Mei Shiraishi rubbed her face.

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now.

Inside the Supreme Court in Tokyo.

Masami Miura slowly put on her justice robe and walked towards the courtroom...

It's time to put an end to it...

Chapter 337: Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Battle, the Cooperation of the Judicial Beauty

Masami Miura strolled to the front of the courtyard from the internal entrance of the side door.

The court session has not yet begun.

The main door was not open.

Inside the court.

The clerk was sitting at the desk sorting out documents. When he saw Masami Miura come in, he stood up and saluted.

To Miura Masami's surprise, Hojo Sakura had arrived at the court early.

Her hair was tied up and she wore light makeup.

Sit in the prosecutor's seat.

Earrings and necklaces are all included.

He was still wearing a suit with a prosecutor's nameplate on his chest.

Seeing Miura Masami coming, Hojo Sakurana smiled at her.

Can you still laugh?

A surge of anger rose in Masami Miura's heart.

Does this woman, whom I have been friends with since college, really want to see me die in the mud?

Aren’t you worried about your own ending at all?

Why do we have to be so pedantic and stick to the so-called procedural justice?

Guarding her self-righteous legal knowledge?

Then we just watched the criminals being released and walking free.

Ultimately it's just selfish...

Miura Masami sneered inwardly and looked away.

Not a word.

No smile returned.

It would be a lie to say I don't hate her.

I was already waiting for the countdown and had no energy left to respond to anything.

Masami Miura sat blankly in the courtroom, not wanting to look at Hojo Sakura anymore.

What she didn't know was that Hojo Sakura also didn't sleep all night.

After rejecting Masami Miura's request, the prosecutor locked himself in the studio.

She took off her white long skirt and was left wearing only a black lace bra and a black thong.

Throw paint and charcoal without restraint.

After finishing several large sketch papers.

He then drew the tattoo draft on his body over and over again in front of the mirror.

The tip of the charcoal pencil scratched her skin, causing waves of stinging.

if it is possible.

She even wished that the tattoo needle would be placed on her body and her white body would be covered with tattoos based on these sketches.

Use physical pain to alleviate the pain in her heart.

This is her way of venting.

After a long time.

Hojo Sakura went back into the bathroom.

Under the shower.

Watch the clear water take away the blackness on your skin.

The black paint spreads in the water like smoke.

Flowing into the sewer.

After cleaning thoroughly.

She was wrapped in a white bath towel and lying in the rocking chair.

Staring blankly at the dim lights in the room.

Is it right or wrong for me to do this?

Who can answer?

It was not until the early morning that Hojo Sakura fell into a light nap.

Soon after, I was awakened by the morning light.

Unable to fall asleep anymore, she was in a daze for a while, then she got dressed, washed up, and went to the court.

Dang, Dang, Dang! !

The courtroom clock chimed.

Miura Masami's unfocused eyes were revitalized.

She regained her professional demeanor and banged the gavel: "Court in session!!"

The bailiffs opened the main door, and then several bailiffs escorted Governor Miura in.

"Dear sister, maybe I can come to see you tonight." Governor Miura walked in with a smile, still wearing handcuffs and shackles.

He paused slightly, raised his hands, and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with the back of his right hand: "Dad came to see me last night, and he asked me to tell you..."

Governor Miura's smile widened a little, and he looked more gentle and amiable, but his snow-white teeth were a little cold.

"He missed you so much, he wanted to see you so badly... Miura Masami, my dear sister, he begged me to send you down to accompany him as soon as possible...!!!"