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

Now he is facing both Sakura Sora Kurumi and the Hatoyama family.

Let’s not talk about whether it is worth offending two major forces for such a small matter.

The fact that two major forces simultaneously invited a Chinese psychic to Japan shows that Mr. Zhang is no simple person.

If you offend the respectful figures of the two major forces, even an idiot knows what to do.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I think these are all misunderstandings. We will stamp your passport and let you go immediately." Aso Takashi bowed slightly and apologized to Zhang Yingxian, who was shaking his chair.

There was no echo.

Aso Takashi straightened up with an ugly look on his face.

For a moment, the room was extremely quiet.

There were only faint snoring sounds.

The instigator was already fast asleep in a rocking chair.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, you can leave now." Priest Shoichi Takeuchi gently pushed Zhang Yingxian.

"Who wakes up first from the dream? In this life... eh? Alright? You guys have finished talking, right?" Zhang Yingxian stretched, wiped his mouth with his sleeve out of habit, and stood up with a somersault.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please come with me to the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department to register it." Shoichi Takeuchi said respectfully.

"What a hassle." Zhang Yingxian yawned. "Let's go. What are you standing there for? I have to pee."

"Yes! Please come this way." Shoichi Takeuchi made a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Zhang, let's do as we agreed before. Come to us as soon as you finish your Shinto affairs. Our Fuji Group is looking forward to your visit." Hatoyama Seai stepped forward and stretched out her little hand.

Smile charmingly.

"Stay away from me." Zhang Yingxian looked at the small hand warily and took a step back. "I am doomed to be unlucky by women. Don't come near me."

After saying that, he walked out without caring about Hatoyama Seai's embarrassed expression and her outstretched little hands.

Watching Zhang Yingxian's receding figure.

Hatoyama Seai rolled her eyes at Aso Ryuji angrily, walked out of the room quickly, passed through the long electric walkway, and entered the airport's VIP lounge.

A beautiful woman with short brown hair and glasses is applying pink lip gloss to her lips.

She was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

A thin leather holster sling was worn over his shoulder.

A black leather holster was fastened to his left hand beside his chest.

"Why are you so angry? Did you see someone?" After the beautiful woman finished painting, she pursed her pink lips.

Under the delicate skin, the velvety red lips make the entire oval face look even more white, tender and delicate.

"I've seen him. He doesn't look very old, but it's hard to say. You can't judge the ascetics there by appearance." Hatoyama Se'ai said angrily, "But I'm sure of one thing: he's not interested in women."

"He's not even a man. He didn't even look at me the whole time. I even lifted my skirt, but it was just a small favor for those other bastards."

"So women are useless to him." The woman with short brown hair looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, picked up two pearl earrings and put them on, then adjusted the position of the holster.

"Yes, it seems that next time I can only test him with money. But, it is also possible that he doesn't like my type." Hatoyama Seai walked over to the woman with short brown hair and said, "Auntie, why don't you give it a try? You are so beautiful, maybe this guy likes your type."

"I told you not to call me aunt. I'm not much older than you." The woman with short brown hair shook her head and sat down on the sofa next to her. "Even if he likes my type, he can't sacrifice me. When he comes, take him to those nightclubs and ask all types of women to try them out."

She squeezed her beautiful legs together and said, "Where's the Fuji Group's financial report for January this year? Show it to me."

"Okay, auntie." Hatoyama Seai picked up the briefcase beside her and pulled out a document, handing it to the woman with short brown hair. "Auntie, you're so tired of juggling two jobs. Why don't you quit your job and go back to the Fuji Group? Without you watching over them, those guys won't do their job properly."

"If they don't work hard, get them out." The woman with short brown hair said coldly, "What the Hatoyama family lacks this generation is political talent, not useless people who only know how to take money but don't work."

"I think it's time to find more professional managers to replace these family parasites."

"Do you think I want to be so exhausted?" She sighed and said, "If I don't occupy this important position in the government, the Hatoyama family will have no power to show for it this generation. The few members of parliament who belong to our Hatoyama family are timid and will be squeezed out sooner or later."

"Aunt, you have it too hard, but you can't always think about the family, you should also think about yourself." Hatoyama Seai said as she pushed her bra under her white shirt in the mirror:

"My heart aches for you..."

"Next time you say something like that, can you please look at me?" the woman with short brown hair said as she looked at the report. "That's not sincere at all."

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North America.

The White House in Washington.

In the presidential office, President Trump was putting his feet on the table, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

"Father, the Archbishop is here," daughter Ivanka said as she walked in.

She inherited her father's blonde hair and wears dark eyeshadow.

She is a model and is wearing a suit and high heels.

The bright red lips trembled slightly with the rhythm of the footsteps.

"Go hide in another room first and don't let him see you. After all, you are a Jew now, so it's better not to meet him." President Trump opened his eyes.

"Father, you have been elected president. Is this still necessary?" Ivanka curled her red lips.

"That's not the case. Since we've shown our relationship to the outside world as father and daughter, let's keep it that way. If we want to avoid offending both sides, we have to avoid provoking them as much as possible." President Trump said:

"After all, North America is still divided between Jews and Protestants, so many things are more convenient with religious support."

soon.

The archbishop walked in with a sullen face, holding a scepter and wearing a bishop's robe.

"Welcome, Your Majesty." President Trump took his feet off the desk, stood up and said with a smile, "What brings Your Majesty here?"

"Mr. President, why did you agree to this?" the Archbishop said in a deep voice. "You promised us that you would find a way to get the Protestant Church to search this area first."

"Give it to them? No, you are wrong, my Lord Archbishop." President Trump shook his head.

“The news said…”

"That's just what the news said." President Trump smiled. "You know, this is a big deal."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let the Protestant Church go in and search for what you want."

"Is that so?" The archbishop's expression eased slightly.

"Of course, you know, I'm a Protestant." President Trump shrugged. "For Protestantism, I even fell out with my daughter. Your Majesty won't forget this."

"Of course, the Lord will know your loyalty and will reward you for everything you do." The archbishop nodded with satisfaction.

"Praise the Lord..." President Trump said, placing his right hand on his chest and lowering his head slightly.

After the Archbishop left.

Ivanka came out of the inner room and asked: "Father, what on earth are the Jews and Protestants looking for there?"

"It's said to be a divine artifact that can unlock their respective sacred objects, but... haha..." President Trump said sarcastically, "Now we know that these artifacts and religions are nothing more than a group of invaders from outside."

"Look at that damned archbishop. He's still acting like a charlatan even in this day and age. I hope Blair's plan succeeds soon."

"I'm really tired of this self-righteous religious face. He's clearly nothing, yet he pretends to be so noble."

"Ivanka, go back to your husband and help me find out from those families claiming to be descendants of the Prophet what the so-called divine artifact actually looks like."

"I understand, Father. I will definitely find a way to find out." Ivanka nodded and walked out with a twist of her waist.

After a brief pause, President Trump picked up the iPad next to him and clicked on an APP.

The contact icon appears on the iPad.

After waiting for a while, the scene changed.

An old Taoist wearing a linen robe and a Taoist bun sat cross-legged in a large array pattern and slowly opened his eyes.

"Congratulations on your successful inauguration as president." The old Taoist smiled slightly and spoke fluent English.

"This is all thanks to you, Master." President Trump said with a sincere smile, "If it weren't for the life-saving lucky charm you gave me, I probably wouldn't have made it through these levels, let alone dodge that shot."

"This is your fate, no need to thank me." The old Taoist shook his head: "Besides, this is also our agreement. I hope you will not break your promise to me."

"Of course, Master, don't worry." President Trump nodded repeatedly: "I have one more thing I want to ask you, Master. I hope you can guide me as before..."

"Go ahead..."

After a while.

After the camera was turned off, the middle-aged man in a white suit came over and said, "Master, will this Trump really help us?"

"We don't need his help. We just need him to be president for a few years in peace and stability." The old Taoist pinched the Xuantian Jue with both hands and slowly closed his eyes:

"The Korean Peninsula is full of villains, and one flag is enough to capture it."

"That sword immortal in Japan assisted me with a sword, but the country's fortune is being increasingly drained by the Protestant formation. It's ridiculous that the Protestant archbishop actually thought I was helping him."

"The Master has made arrangements for several other places, but this place is the only place with great fortune. We can only rely on this President."

"It's a pity that the sword immortal is unwilling to follow the same path as Master... Otherwise... well... there wouldn't be so much trouble."

The old Taoist shook his head and closed his eyes:

The tree has no roots, the flowers are so beautiful, who would be willing to cultivate if they are still attached to the worldly affairs?

Floating things, bitter sea boats, floating around and not free.

Re-enter meditation.

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Osaka, Japan.

Fang Zuo and Shiraishi Nagimitsu were sitting in a Chinese hot pot restaurant in Osaka.

I came here with Jin Meiting that time, and this time I am at this location again.

Mei Shiraishi and Yui Oda sat opposite.

"Where is Sister Makie?" Oda Yui asked, looking around.

It seems like someone is missing.

Yui Oda quickly became familiar with the bodyguard, who dressed in a neutral but very beautiful manner.

"She said her home isn't far from here, and since it's a rare opportunity for her to come back to Osaka, she wanted to go back and visit." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile, "She asked me for leave."

"Where's Auntie Minamikawa Keiko? Isn't she coming too?"

"Minamikawa Jingzi has a few scenes to shoot, so she can't come either. Today is our family dinner, just the few of us."

"It's been a long time since the four of us had dinner together."

"Yeah~!" Oda Yui smiled and made a victory gesture, then put her fists on her chin and begged, "Mom, please stay with Onii-chan for two more days. Come to Osaka and spend more time with me."

"No, Mom has something important to do." Shiraishi Nagi said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Yui, forgive Mom!"

"What about Onii-chan?" Oda Yui's beautiful eyes showed hope.

"Your Onii-chan has things more important than your mother." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook her head, signaling Oda Yui not to ask Fang Zuo for help.

"Oh~~~!" Oda Yui lowered her face sadly.

"Auntie can stay with you, don't be sad." Shiraishi Mei took the beef that had just been served and threw it into the hot pot.

"Aunt, you'd better go back. I have to memorize the script every day and I don't have time to play with you." Oda Yui shook her head repeatedly.

"Hey~~ Yui, what do you mean? Is your aunt so annoying? Am I so playful?" Shiraishi Mei snatched the blanched beef that Fang Zuo had just picked up and put it into her mouth.

"Don't worry, I will come to see you as soon as I finish the important things." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"I knew that Onii-chan was the best." Oda Yui smiled sweetly.

Fang Zuo was stunned.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong under the table.

A small foot in cotton socks was gently touching his ankle.

Caress and then separate.

It was obvious that his movements were very unfamiliar.

Even without using divine sense, I knew it couldn't be the woman named Shiraishi Mei.

Look up.