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

The huge starship was neatly cut into two parts, and the remaining parts slowly rotated due to inertia.

The Arbiters, whispering around the crystal on the bridge, fell down in terror.

The massive nutrient tanks that contained the sanctuary also fell into the void.

Only a small number of Templars who woke up early held on to the starship tightly.

Their eyes were fixed on the defense data transmitted from the starship on their masks.

Focus on the object that just attacked the starship.

Small things.

After being cut off from the starship, it is slowly floating in the subspace.

The screen is zoomed in.

It is an ordinary watermelon knife.

The blade is 30 cm long and the handle is 10 cm long.

The blade had the cloudy matte sheen typical of ironware from the vegetable market.

The holes on the blade were filled with thong laces of various colors, and the handle was wrapped with sweat-soaked bellyband fabric.

There are some blurry words on the joint of the handle.

Like the color left on a cheap price tag after it's been removed.

[The price at Causeway Bay convenience store is 2.99 yuan]

Fang Zuo's soul was shocked.

Pupils contract violently.

Take back your consciousness.

Contact with Momonogi Kana has been lost.

Inside the set.

The burly man covered in tattoos was shouting at Director Takeshi Kitano, as if they were discussing something.

A hundred or so people were standing behind the big man, making a lot of noise.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo asked.

"That woman named Demi Black is trying to get these extras she brought in to leave," the director next to him said with a bitter face. "They're asking Director Kitano Takeshi for their wages."

"The director is arguing with them. It's not that he won't pay them now, but if they leave, the film will be in trouble. It will be difficult to find enough extras to play gangsters to continue filming."

Oda Yui was the first to run over.

Fang Zuo, Shiraishi Nagimitsu and the other two walked behind.

"Director Kitano Takeshi, you still have time to think about it." The phone on the table was on a video call. Demi Black was lying on a beach chair in a bikini, sipping coconut water. Her proud voice came from the microphone:

"Just like now, if you really want to give up cooperation with us, not only will the funds be withdrawn, we will also withdraw all these temporary performances."

"Demi Blackrock, don't think that I will give in just like that..." Kitano Takeshi said in a deep voice.

"Dear Director Takeshi Kitano, I know you don't need this movie to prove yourself, but I still say the same thing: do you really not consider that little girl Yui Oda?" Demi Black said with a smile.

"Or are you planning to hand over all the extras to the special effects? This is a stratospheric budget, and even if you have a lot of money, you can't go to such lengths."

"What's more, you don't even have a motion capture stand-in, and all the special effects design companies are North American... Do you think they'll take your business?"

Kitano Takeshi was silent for a while.

"Yurokuro Nitta..." Demi Black continued to shout.

"Yes, Miss Demi!" The burly man with tattoos next to her said respectfully, "I'm right here. I'll take your orders."

"If our great director Takeshi Kitano still doesn't agree, it means that the cooperation with him has ended unpleasantly. You should know what to do then..." Demi Black took a sip of coconut milk elegantly and said lightly.

"Of course, of course I know what to do." Nitta Yurokuro grinned and clenched his fists: "Just destroy some small things. These are what we Yamaguchi-gumi are good at. Don't worry!!"

Yamaguchi-gumi....

Fang Zuo listened with a strange expression on his face.

"How about it, Director Takeshi Kitano? Or do you want Congressman Shiraishi to help you find some extras?" Demi Blackrock said sarcastically as Shiraishi Nagimitsu approached the camera. "Congress doesn't have any regulations to deal with such a large number of extras, especially since these are just a few of them."

"Congressman Shiraishi, I'd like to ask you, there is no law in Japan that forces these extras to work for Director Takeshi Kitano's film, right?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at her quietly without saying anything.

"I'm not afraid to tell you this, the entire Japanese temporary actors' union has been taken over by the Jewish consortium." Demi Black put the coconut aside and lay down on the beach chair.

The plump buttocks immediately overflowed from the bikini.

The fullness of her chest also trembled twice.

"All movies that want to hire extras have to pass our review." Demi Black slowly put on her sunglasses in front of the camera.

"Don't even think about it. No matter what tricks you use, we will not surrender." Oda Yui said with a stern face to the camera.

"Little boy, let your mother teach you how to compromise..." Demi Blackrock shrugged. "This is a necessary lesson for you to learn as you grow up. Learn it well."

"Compromise? Why should I compromise? I don't think my child should learn this lesson. And, unfortunately, I also know people from the extras' union." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

She picked up her phone and waved it in front of Demi Black.

Then he dialed Kana Morisawa's number.

After whispering a few words, Shiraishi Nagimitsu handed the phone to Yurokuro Nitta, who was tilting his head beside him.

"?" Yurokuro Nitta looked at Nagimitsu Shiraishi in surprise.

"There's a voice you're familiar with." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

Yurokuro Nitta took it suspiciously.

Then, in Demi Blackrock's astonished eyes, he instantly straightened his back.

"Hi! Yes!" Yurokuro Nitta took Shiraishi Nagimitsu's ringing cell phone, immediately bent over, ran to the side quietly, and kept nodding his head.

That frightened look seemed like a child who was playing video games in an arcade and was checked by his parents.

I was afraid that if I said something wrong, I would get a beating when I got home.

"Hi!"

"Hi!"

"I understand, yes!!"

After nodding and saying yes repeatedly into the phone.

Yurokuro Nitta put away his phone and walked up to Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

pat.

Get down on your knees.

Hold the phone above your head with both hands.

Then he crawled on the ground with his whole body and his head pressed tightly against the ground.

Keep your arms in a lifted position.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. Please forgive me!!"

The group of people behind him looked at each other, looking at the boss, not knowing what to do.

"Asshole, why don't you kneel down!!" Yurokuro Nitta roared with his head crawling back.

"Sorry!!!" Accompanied by a uniform cry, the hundreds of people behind them knelt down collectively and said in unison: "We're sorry to trouble you."

"I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi, we didn't know this movie was yours. Just tell us what you need us to do." Nitta Yurokuro said in a muffled voice, his hand holding the phone trembling slightly. "Even if we don't eat, don't take money, and don't sleep, we will definitely get it done."

"We're risking our lives!" Nitta Yurokuro paused, then shouted, "Follow me and shout, you idiots!"

"Let's bet our lives!" the people kneeling behind Yurokuro Nitta shouted in unison.

The entire set watched the scene in stunned silence.

This group of big men usually shuttle between various crews. They even walk with their noses in the air and will attack if they disagree with something.

All major film crews are afraid of them, but they cannot do without them, so they have to give in to them.

There were also many people who had disputes with the crew and were beaten up by them.

Some people who were dissatisfied called the police, but soon found that it was useless even if the police came. They could not bring serious charges, and it was useless to arrest even a few people.

And the revenge was.

All the props that the crew had worked so hard to obtain were destroyed overnight.

Although everyone knows who did it, there is no time to waste.

For a film crew, timing is everything.

Once there is a delay, the cost of renting the venue, paying the actors’ salaries, and renting various equipment will almost double.

So this so-called temporary actors' union is even more gangster-like than the underworld.

But what they didn't know was that this group of guys was originally a peripheral business of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

In Japanese gangster and fighting movies, is there anyone more professional than the Yamaguchi-gumi?

And now.

These local tyrants on the Osaka set.

Now they are like children admitting their mistakes, with their heads pressed to the ground, not daring to lift them up.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu waved her hand, put away her phone gracefully, and then looked at the camera with a smile.

Demi Black opened her red lips and watched all this in disbelief.

Then he reacted instantly, regained his expression and said calmly, "Congressman Shiraishi is truly powerful. No wonder everyone says that your support rate remains high in this Prime Minister election, making you a strong favorite."

"You've won this round, but it's not over yet." Demi Blackrock waved goodbye. "Director Kitano Takeshi, you don't have much time left to consider this. We'll meet again soon. I hope you'll think it over carefully. There's more to filmmaking than just this. You understand this better than anyone."

After that, the video was interrupted.

"Director Kitano Takeshi, just tell them what you need from now on." Shiraishi Nagiko said softly, "If you're short on manpower, you can contact me. More people will be fine."

"I understand. Thank you, Councillor Shiraishi." Kitano Takeshi was in a good mood. In the past, the most troublesome thing about shooting gangster films was finding extras, but now it has been completely solved.

"You're welcome, Director Takeshi Kitano." Councillor Shiraishi stepped back and stood behind Fang Zuo, holding Fang Zuo's arm. "We're going back to Tokyo soon. I'll leave Yui in your care."

"Don't worry, Councillor Shiraishi, I treat Yui as my granddaughter. If anyone wrongs her, I will be the first one to not let him go." Kitano Takeshi patted his chest majestically.

Seeing that Oda Yui was reluctant to leave, Fang Zuo repeatedly promised to come see her again after he finished his work.

Only then did Oda Yui say goodbye to everyone with red eyes and waved her little hand.

In the GranClass box seat on the Shinkansen back to Tokyo.

The box that originally held four people now only had three people.

Ma Feihui didn't come.

Mei Shiraishi, who was missing her drama-watching companion, sat in the back row, eating snacks boredly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu huddled in Fang Zuo's arms in a daze, his head resting on his thighs.

"What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave Yui?" Fang Zuo lowered his head and patted her head.

"No, Yui has grown up. No matter how much I want her to be around, she has her own sky to fly." Shiraishi Nagihiru shook her head.

"I'm wondering how to get evidence of the Aso family's unconstitutional activities. The biggest suspect in the massive casualties among the Self-Defense Forces during this peacekeeping operation is Taro Aso, who was then the Deputy Prime Minister and Defense Minister."

"Although the entire march diary was destroyed by them, the march satellite location cannot be changed. What we need to do now is to prove that the destination at that time, that is, South Sudan, was indeed at war."

"It must also be proven that the peacekeeping Self-Defense Force was in the war zone in South Sudan and that it caused casualties among its members."

"I must obtain identification for those Self-Defense Force members who died, and once the election begins, the Aso family will not stand behind me no matter what."

"This is also a good opportunity to hit them."

"Not pursuing nuclear materials anymore?" Fang Zuo was a little surprised.

"We must pursue it, but not in Congress. We must meet with the National Public Security Bureau and Prime Minister Shigeki Shiba and investigate privately." Shiraishi Nagiko whispered, "If this matter is exposed in Congress, it will cause a huge international outcry, which is very disadvantageous to Japan..."

"Therefore, during the parliamentary inquiry, the only entry point was the fact that concealing the march route resulted in casualties among the Self-Defense Forces."