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

She just needs to know that there is still work to do.

Katsushika Ward, Tokyo.

A huge white building with high walls is heavily guarded.

Not only is it covered with high-voltage power grids, but it also has the latest equipment to monitor what's happening in the prison.

It houses Japanese criminal defendants, prisoners serving fixed-term sentences and death row inmates.

Governor Miura was escorted by police officers to the prison and quickly had his first lunch in prison.

As a psychic, he is now no different from other ordinary prisoners.

The alloy shackles that imprisoned his spiritual power and the chemical injections that paralyzed his nerves made him no different from an ordinary person.

On the contrary, long-term reading and teaching made him look lacking in exercise and a little weak.

He was like a bookworm who would fall down at the slightest gust of wind.

After lunch, the prisoners have time to go out for some fresh air.

The playground has a huge grassy area and several basketball courts.

Governor Miura sat on the grass, gazing at the spring sunshine and dozing off slightly.

A book rests on his knees.

The weather is still a bit cold.

Only the sunlight gave him some warmth.

He adjusted the frames of his gold-rimmed glasses.

Fortunately.

Soon these days will be over.

He will be rescued by the US military stationed in Japan soon.

Maybe after next week.

You will find yourself on the white beach of Miami, Florida, North America, basking naked in the same sun.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the result, at least he saved his life.

Although he lost his distinguished status in Japan.

But in North America.

He can still command his Japanese disciples and those members of the Miura family who are loyal to him from afar.

He could still choose to teach at a North American university famous for its law school, and then come into contact with students who came here from Japan to study.

Use your influence.

As for his dear sister, the Chief Justice, she will definitely die at his hands.

Let her go down to accompany her father.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

'boom'

Suddenly a basketball flew over and hit Governor Miura on the head.

The shattering of his gold-rimmed glasses caused them to fall off.

Several big men in prison uniforms with various evil ghost tattoos on their necks and arms walked over.

Governor Miura frowned and put his glasses back on.

He shifted his gaze back and opened the book to the page he had not finished reading.

"Hey, you guy who's reading, hurry up and pick up our basketball." A big man shouted.

Governor Miura didn't bother to pay attention and continued reading his books.

"I think you don't want to live anymore." A big man stretched out his foot and was about to kick.

"Stop it! Don't be so rude." The big man in the middle stopped them and said, "Do you know who he is? The famous Professor Miura, a big shot in the Japanese legal community."

"Do you want to spend more years in jail? Many prosecutors and judges are from the Miura family."

The large man in the middle took two steps forward, approached Governor Miura, and squatted down. "I'm not wrong, Governor Miura."

"If you know, get out of here right away." Governor Miura said calmly.

"Then do you know who we are?" The squatting big man was not angry and still said with a smile.

"I don't need to know who you are." Governor Miura turned a page of the book and continued reading.

"No, no, no, you must know who we are." The squatting man said this, then reached out and placed his hand on the book that Governor Miura was flipping through, blocking his view. "My name is Hayata Imai, and my daughter is hospitalized at the University of Tokyo Hospital. Poor little girl, she's been diagnosed with leukemia."

Governor Miura looked at the big hands pressing on his books, slowly turned his head, and looked at Imai Hayata coldly: "What does what you said have to do with me?"

"It's very relevant, because you saved my daughter." Imai Hayata continued to say with a smile. Thinking of his daughter, tenderness appeared on his scarred face, and his fierce eyes softened.

"She will receive the best treatment in the world, and will be given priority in matching the most suitable hematopoietic cells. You know, she's only twelve years old. She's very cute and looks a lot like her deceased mother..."

"She and her mother are everything to me. I have already lost my wife and cannot live without her..."

"She will be cured soon. After she is cured, she will enter the best private school in Tokyo and study with the children of you bigwigs."

"No one knows that her father is a Yamaguchi-gumi gangster. She will receive the best education in Japan, then go to Tokyo University to study law and become a respected prosecutor or judge."

"So?" Governor Miura pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, grabbed the hand that was pressing on the book, blocking his view, and threw it away in disdain. "You want me to donate to you and save your daughter? Are you dreaming? Who do you think you are?"

"No, no, no, Governor Miura, thank you for your trouble. Someone has already donated." After saying this, Hayata Imai grinned.

Suddenly, he kicked his legs hard and jumped up. His burly body pressed down on Governor Miura like a mountain.

She stretched out her large palm-leaf fan-like hand and tightly covered Governor Miura's mouth, then whispered in his ear: "Your sister Miura Masami asked me to say hello to you..."

After hearing this, Governor Miura's eyes widened suddenly and he kicked his legs desperately to break free.

Available in the next second.

Several big men came up immediately and held down his hands and legs.

Then several tall figures came out and blocked everything that was happening here.

It also blocked the warm sunlight shining on him.

Governor Miura's pupils suddenly contracted and he stared at the other party's raised hand.

A white toothbrush was reflected in the pupil.

The handle is sharpened to an extremely sharp point.

Governor Miura struggled to mumble, trying to say something.

But no one is interested to know.

then.

The big hand holding the toothbrush stabbed down hard.

'Pfft. '

After a sharp pain in the neck.

Governor Miura heard the sound of blood gushing out of his aorta...

He saw a splash of bright red on the book...

His gold-rimmed glasses fell to the grass during the struggle, and his vision began to blur...

His struggling limbs slowly came to a stop...

This spring day is so cool...

Father, I am here to accompany you...

Governor Miura's eyelids gradually drooped and he slowly lost consciousness.

In the Supreme Court on the other side of Tokyo.

Masami Miura returned to her office.

"Are there any new documents for me to review today?" she asked her assistant.

"Justice Miura, several prison sentence reduction application documents were just sent in this morning," said the assistant.

"Bring it here and let me see it." said Masami Miura.

After taking the folder handed over by the assistant, Masami Miura found the document she was looking for.

Without saying a word, he immediately signed his name, then took the official seal of the Supreme Court and stamped it firmly.

After finishing this, she handed the document to her assistant.

Then close your eyes and put your glasses aside.

I was thinking back to the deal I made with that beautiful Yamaguchi-gumi woman.

I still have doubts in my heart.

but.

Since Sakura Kurumi asked her to meet the female gang leader, it shows that she trusts her.

What's more, it is within my power.

After a while.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Masami Miura opened her eyes.

Two middle-aged men in judge's robes walked in.

'Snapped'.

A middle-aged man threw the document on Masami Miura's desk.

"Judge Masayoshi Miura, these two applications for commutation of sentence do not meet the requirements for reasonable commutation of sentence at all. I don't understand why you agreed and stamped them with the official seal." said a middle-aged man.

"That's right, Judge Miura Masami. According to the Supreme Court's rules and regulations, the sentence can only be commuted with the approval of two of our three justices and the seal of the Supreme Court," said another middle-aged man.

"You did this without consulting us. If you don't give us a reasonable explanation, we will file a complaint against you with the Procuratorate."

"Let me ask you..." Miura Masami leaned back in her chair, her legs clasped in black stockings tightly together, her beautiful eyes glaring coldly at the two of them. "If these two sentence reduction documents were signed and stamped by Governor Miura, you would definitely agree without even reading them, right?"

"We don't understand what you mean by that?" the two looked at each other and said.

"Do I need to explain it more clearly? Do you distrust the women of the Miura family?" Miura Masami sneered, "If you really want to follow him, you can follow him to America, or... follow him to death..."

"Miura Masami, what do you mean?" one of them shouted angrily. "Are you cursing us?"

"It's nothing, and I'm not cursing you..." Miura Masami shook her head: "You can leave now..."

"If you disagree with the two probation documents I approved, you can take them to the Procuratorate..."

"But now, get out, now!"

Miura Masami shouted sternly.

"Okay, Masami Miura, then we'll meet at the Procuratorate's Office." The two looked at each other, picked up the documents on the table, and turned away angrily.

Just walked a short distance.

Both of their phones received the message at the same time.

After opening it, the two stood there in shock, looking at each other.

Looking at each other.

I couldn't say a word for a long time.

"How could this happen? What a terrifying woman... What should we do now?" one of them asked, "Should we go to the prosecutor's office?"

"How is that possible? Governor Miura is dead. Are we really going to be buried with him?" Another shook his head and said, "You know, to be elected as the next Supreme Court Justice, we still need the signatures of many authoritative figures in the Miura family."

"But we just offended her..."

"Go in and apologize. At worst, we'll just listen to her from now on. Do you want to end up like Governor Miura? Accidentally killed in prison by a few thugs? Ha, do you believe it? I don't. This is absolutely... Humph!"