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

It is rare for this interim prime minister to be scolded by the public and become a hot topic.

She first came to the Supreme Court by car.

"Mr. Shiraishi, this is what you need." Masami Miura came up early and handed over a briefcase.

"Thank you very much." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded.

Masami Miura looked at the woman who was as exquisite and beautiful as ever, and suddenly wondered, what was her relationship with her master?

The master asked him to find Yingkong Kurumi.

I met Morisawa Kana again at Sakura Kurumi's place.

And now, there is another Councillor Shiraishi.

The more Masami Miura thought about it, the more excited he became.

It seemed as if he had entered a big network full of Japanese forces.

Fortunately.

I am also a predator.

She returned to her office, turned on the phone and dialed Hojo Sakuna's number.

After a busy tone.

"Hello." Hojo Sakura's cold voice came from the microphone.

"Hey, Sakura... I sent you what you needed." Miura Masami said, "Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought it through very clearly..." Hojo Sakura said lightly.

"I'm happy that you think this way and do this...! That's right..." Masami Miura whispered.

"......." Hojo Sakura was silent for a moment, then continued: "When I started fabricating false evidence...I couldn't go back."

"In that case, why not move on?"

And Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was sitting in the back seat of the Lexus, slowly took out documents from his briefcase.

This document bears the signatures and seals of three supreme judges.

The beautiful woman who allowed him to face the Public Security Bureau...

This is my clarion call to become Prime Minister...

Chapter 359: The Beauties' Plan, Fang Zuo's New Identity

Shiraishi Nagimitsu came to the office building of the Hatoyama family.

The security at the door was replaced by a new group of people.

After introducing himself, the security guard communicated using the walkie-talkie.

Then he said apologetically: "Member Shiraishi, I'm sorry, the lady is not upstairs. Miss Se Ai asked Councillor Shiraishi to go to the Public Security Bureau to find her."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu had no choice but to take a car again and go to the Japanese Public Safety Bureau.

It's obvious that the staff here all know Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

After coming here to report.

Fortunately, this woman didn't intend to avoid me.

Soon, a staff member in a suit with a work badge came over and said with a smile, "Congressman Shiraishi, I've been asked to come... Minister Hatoyama is waiting for you."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu followed the male staff member and looked around the place.

This department, which is so mysterious in Japan, has a very ordinary structure from the outside to the inside.

It is no different from an ordinary government office, with nothing special about it.

After passing through several corridors.

Came to the door of a room inside.

"Minister Hatoyama is interrogating the prisoner inside. You can go in directly." The male staff member bowed and said.

After expressing his gratitude, Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the door and walked in.

There was only an ordinary room with a table and stools.

The light is a little dim.

A female staff member was sitting at the table recording everything.

Yume Hatoyama sat on the other side of the table with a calm expression.

A white female was crawling on the ground.

There were faint traces of blood on his white shirt and black jeans.

Gasping for breath half dead.

Yume Hatoyama wore a red sweater and a black skirt.

Still has a neat short hair.

But compared to the day I saw it at the Hatoyama Group, it was obviously cut shorter.

Her two beautiful legs were wrapped in a layer of semi-transparent black silk stockings.

It fits closely to the skin, extending from the toes to the thighs, outlining the seductive curves of the legs.

The thin silk quilt is stretched out by the beautiful legs, becoming light and transparent, and the white skin inside can be vaguely seen.

The black stockings extended along the beautiful legs into the black miniskirt.

The plump thighs are clamped together, just blocking the most private angle.

Only a glimpse of the white and tender buttocks wrapped in black stockings was exposed.

She raised one foot and hooked the black high heel tightly with the toes.

The stiletto heels are shaking.

The shoes are like floating boats.

The soles of the feet wearing black stockings are white and red.

The arch of the foot, with a faint luster, forms a seductive curve.

"Mr. Shiraishi, it's nice to see you again." Hatoyama Yumemi stood up. "Sorry, this isn't the place to entertain..." With a slight frown, her beautiful eyes locked onto Shiraishi Nagimitsu. "What brings you here to see me today?"

While talking.

The foot that was wearing high heels was put back on and stepped on one of the woman's hands.

The muscles of the beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings are stretched, bringing out smooth and graceful leg lines.

"what....."

At the same time, a scream was heard.

The white woman fainted from the pain.

"I disturbed Minister Hatoyama's work, and I should be the one apologizing..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at Hatoyama Yumemi without paying any attention.

Each department has its own way of doing things.

It’s best not to even look at things that you shouldn’t be involved in.

"I'm here for that matter." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"That's absolutely impossible. I've already explained why." Hatoyama Yumemi shook his head. "Congressman Shiraishi always gives the same answer no matter how many times he comes."

"This time is different." Shiraishi Nagimitsu stepped forward and handed over the briefcase in his hand: "I brought the Supreme Court's lifting of the ban."

"Oh?" Yumemi Hatoyama stretched out his hand with a little surprise, took the briefcase, took out the document and looked at it carefully.

After reading it, he pondered for a moment, then handed the document to the female recorder behind him and said, "Scan it and enter it into the file."

Yumemi Hatoyama gently moved her high heels away, leaving a bloody hole on the white woman's palm.

The pain was so severe that the white woman trembled even though she was unconscious.

Yumemi Hatoyama approaches Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

The two beauties looked at each other.

Since there is no tit-for-tat, there are no other emotions.

They just touch each other by relying on their own aura.

Neither spoke.

There was no sign of anxiety on Shiraishi Nagimitsu's delicate face, and she waited calmly for the other party to speak.

"Honestly, I'm surprised the Miura family would help Councillor Shiraishi." Hatoyama Yumemi said with a smile, "That woman, Miura Masami, can't be won over by money and righteousness."

"As a member of a Japanese political family, I don't like someone turning the tables."

"But since I'm in this game, I'm going to follow the rules."

Hatoyama Yumemi clapped his hands.

The male staff member standing outside the door immediately opened the door and walked in.

Bow deeply.

"minister...."

"Take Congresswoman Shiraishi to the database to get the information she wants." said Yume Hatoyama.

"Yes! Councillor Shiraishi, please follow me."

"Thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I still say the same thing. If you have nothing to do in the future, Councillor Shiraishi can come and sit with me more often. My coffee is pretty good." Hatoyama Yumemi nodded slightly, extended his hand, and said meaningfully:

"The Hatoyama family welcomes you..."

"Of course." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded and stretched out her little hand to shake hands.

"Member Shiraishi, wait a minute..."

When Shiraishi Nagimitsu was just about to go out.

Hatoyama Yumemi called her.

"Is there anything else, Minister Hatoyama?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu stopped and turned around.

"Congressman Shiraishi, there's something I need to remind you of. As is standard procedure for the Public Security Bureau, I will report this matter to Prime Minister Shigeki," Hatoyama Yumemi said. "And..."

Yumemi Hatoyama added: "Our interim prime minister returned from the United States not long ago..."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu understood what Hatoyama Yumeng meant.

It’s a friendly reminder to prepare yourself.

"I understand what Minister Hatoyama means, thank you very much." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then turned and left.

"What a surprise!" Hatoyama Yumemi sighed as he watched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's receding back.

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Chiba Iori drove Fang Zuo to the door of a large auto repair shop in southern Los Angeles.

Soon two black men wearing jackets and baseball caps came forward.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We need to repair the car." said Chiba Iori.

"I understand. Follow me, both of you." One of the tall black men made a gesture.

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori followed him into the garage.

Then he went to an office on the second floor.

An overweight white man sat at the table.

"My two guests, how do you need help from the Gambino family? My name is Rafe Gobert, and everyone calls me [Good Man] Rafe." The fat white man said kindly.

"I need to get a legal identity in the black market." Chiba Iori said.