At the solid wood round table in the spacious lobby of the hotel, several people looked at each other, and the atmosphere was really weird.
It wasn't until Eriki unbuttoned the belt and white lining of the red miko uniform, revealing her plain white, round shoulders, that they realized something was wrong.
With a "pop" sound, the handsome boy shook the ink-and-paper umbrella painted with vigorous bamboo branches quickly, blocking the sight of the two people beside him. He also turned his back to Eriyi.
There was only a rustling sound. The girl stepped on the wooden clogs prepared in the hotel room and rushed into the bathroom with her own little yellow duck. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's happening here?"
Caesar's eyes gradually changed and he asked in a low voice.
"Haha, it's a long story, it's a long story."
Li Longyuan responded with some embarrassment. He was also confused. This girl was so naive that she didn't understand the defense between men and women.
"Have you met anyone from the Sheqi Ba family today?"
Chu Zihang changed the question and continued.
Li Longyuan's expression suddenly condensed and he looked at Caesar beside him. He also looked silent and deep now.
"No, have you all met?"
Li Longyuan shook his head and said.
"The combat members of our family have come to find us, and they will not stop until they force us to use our word spirits."
Chu Zihang and Caesar's thinking and logic skills are among the best in the world. When the two come back and compare the situations they met, they can roughly figure out their intentions.
Caesar also stared at him, wanting to ask Li Longyuan what earth-shattering thing he had done in the first place, which caused my family to take such a tough action that was equivalent to tearing each other apart.
But he still didn't speak, treating the incident as if it hadn't happened at all.
If Li Longyuan didn't want to say it, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask. This is the most basic trust in team members.
"Be careful when you go out in the future."
Chu Zihang reminded him one last time without leaving any trace.
The boy immediately laughed: "I was hoping that they would come to me, and they would just be able to successfully complete the task of 'Conquering Suzuli' assigned by the principal."
There was a cold light in Li Longyuan's eyes, and Caesar and the two finally realized what kind of monster this boy with a faint smile on his lips was.
Even the young master Yuan Zhisheng, who was revered as a god by the members of the eight Sheqi families, would find it difficult to gain favor from him.
So the three of them sat on the sofa together, turned on the TV, turned the volume to the maximum, and discussed how to complete the real task assigned to them by the principal - sneaking into the main control room of Genji Heavy Industries' "Kaguya" and obtaining information about the Japanese branch over the years. Secret Intelligence Plan.
"Now an urgent news break. At 19:12 Tokyo time today, a woman fell from the top floor of the Matsumoto Electric Building at the Shibuya intersection in Yamecho and died on the spot.
The deceased was identified as Matsuda Yumi, the daughter of Matsuda Watari, chairman of Matsumoto Electric Company, and she was 41 years old. The police have intervened and the possibility of suicide has been ruled out after investigation.
The suspect was identified as the deceased’s current husband, Nori Fujiwara, who was 36 years old and a well-known angel investor in the industry. He is currently missing and at large.
Kyoto citizens are requested to actively cooperate with the police in solving the case as soon as possible. A reward of 10 million yen will be given to informants who find clues and units or individuals who assist in the arrest. "
Li Longyuan's attention was also attracted by this news that was urgently broadcast by TV Tokyo. Naturally, it was not for the reward equivalent to nearly 600,000 yuan.
In fact, this is already a high reward for the Tokyo Police Department, and Matsuda Wataru, who avenges the woman, may be behind the money to help.
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Looking up at the cool and spacious roof of the rooftop, people stepped on the hard ground of reinforced concrete with wooden clogs made of fir. The man wearing a mask on his face and wearing a "fragrant robe" spread his arms and breathed greedily in front of him. The wind came with the smell of sea.
Like the king who reigns over the world.
Next to him stood a young man as handsome as a demon, holding an ancient alchemical sword with a scarlet sheath in his arms.
"You lied to me!"
Another person appeared from the dark corner of the rooftop wall. He opened his golden eyes that could not be closed and roared angrily at the man wearing the mask of a public minister.
After taking the evolution drug, the man felt that his body was changing every moment, and the violent factor in his blood was making him gradually lose control. This unknown fear was almost driving him crazy.
"How beautiful."
The king turned around as gracefully as a kabuki opera, looked at the pair of golden eyes as bright as a beast, and clapped his hands in praise.
"How long will it take for the effects of this damn medicine to wear off?"
The man almost roared out these words, his anger causing veins on his face to pop out, and iron-green scales faintly appearing on his neck.
He didn't want to appear in public with the face of such a monster anymore. Once the old guy Matsuda Wataru was removed, he could use the corporate connections and money he had invested over the years to build his own underground business empire.
At that time, it will be a day of freedom, doing whatever you want, and no more restraints.
"It only activates the power of blood in your body and cannot be dispelled."
A faint laugh came from under the mask of the general wearing the official robe, cold and vicissitudes of life.
"Besides, people from the Tokyo Police Department already know that you killed your wife Yumi Matsuda, and they are looking for you throughout the city."
The king would not hesitate to tell the man his current embarrassing situation.
"You betrayed me!"
The man stared at the general like a wild beast, his beautiful fantasy being ruthlessly shattered.
This sense of gap between fantasy and reality made him feel extremely angry, hateful, and twisted, like a volcano about to erupt with hot magma flowing in his body.
"Yes, that's it. Keep this suppressed and angry mood, and then take revenge on everyone."
The king will follow the instructions carefully.
"Go to hell!"
The man could no longer suppress the sense of violence in his blood, and rushed straight towards the man wearing the mask of a public official. He wanted to tear this hateful guy into pieces.
The king was still clapping his hands unhurriedly, and the crisp applause resounded in the silent night.
The scarlet sword light instantly brought up a pool of bright red blood. The strange young man in the wide-sleeved robe just took one step across and suddenly appeared in front of the man. He slashed with the sword and cut off his sword-like claws. claw.
Those golden eyes were as bright as a high-power gas bulb, causing the man with the severed hand to lose pain and consciousness for a moment under this majesty.
"You have no retreat now. Go ahead and vent your anger to this ugly city. If you are lucky enough to survive, I promise you to become the minister of the new world and have a divided land."
The masked Wang General pulled out a purple silk square scarf from the collar of his large robe, shook it gracefully, slowly wiped the back of his pale hand that was stained with scarlet blood drops, and finally threw it towards him like a charity. A syringe.
He seemed to regard himself as a superior emperor, sealing territories for his ministers.
The man fearfully covered his bleeding arm under the dark night and turned around to leave. He looked like a lone wolf silently licking his wounds.
"This kind of waste, even if the latest XM-evolution drug is used, how much harm can it cause to the rule of the Sheqi Eight Family?"
The strange young man put the scarlet sword on his shoulder and spoke in a cold tone.
This is a fact, he won't even be his own general, let alone the ghost-faced armored warrior who is like a demon and a god.
"Outnumbered, the ants will bite the elephant to death. Over the years, countless ghosts have been born in the eight Sheqi families, and among them are extremely evil ghosts like you."
The king looked at the young man in front of him who was so beautiful that it was difficult to distinguish his gender, and praised him loudly, as if he was the king sent by God to help the fierce ghosts overthrow the rule of the eight Sheqi families.
"I'm not interested in these plans of yours, as long as I kill him with my own hands in the end."
The young man turned around indifferently, with a ray of passion hidden in his narrow Danfeng eyes.
The day that I miss day and night is coming soon.
Bury all the ridiculous justice and people that that person cherishes and protects. Looking at the wonderful expression of regret on his face, he stabbed the long knife into his chest.
The bright moon rises and casts white hazy moonlight. Young people with graceful figures dance gracefully on the heights of the bustling city of Tokyo. Their bodies are light and the scarlet Higan flower pattern on the wide-sleeved kimono is slowly rising. Open, enchanting and beautiful.
The man wearing a white official mask was the only audience member and applauded this wonderful performance.
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A lean old man with gray hair was sitting on his knees in front of the soul. He was wearing a pure black haori kimono. Only the chest cuffs and the back were marked with five coin-sized white chrysanthemum family emblems.
In the center of the hall is the daughter's memorial tablet and portrait, surrounded by friends and relatives who came to offer condolences.
Most of those who were close to her wore pure black kimonos used for funerals to show formality, while those who were more distant also wore black suits, with white handkerchiefs tucked into their chests, and their expressions remained silent and solemn.
They came here not only to visit this old man who lost his daughter in his later years, but also each had some secret thoughts.
Matsumoto Watari, this legendary self-made businessman, went from nothing to a giant in the Japanese electrical appliance industry in just thirty years, with a net worth of tens of billions.
Otherwise, his daughter would not have spent 50 million in the Gaotianyuan nightclub to buy a night with a new-generation cowherd. Someone sneered inwardly.
But now, the daughter he regarded as his treasure is dead, and the irony is that this is inseparable from his son-in-law.
All of a sudden, the two heirs who were most qualified to take over the position of chairman of Matsumoto Electric Co., Ltd. all disappeared. How could they be distracted?
Therefore, no matter what thoughts they hide deep in their hearts, they now appear extremely sad and distressed to show their empathy with the old man.
Outside the door of the memorial hall, someone walked slowly in holding a black umbrella, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The person under the umbrella was wearing a tailor-made pure black exquisite suit, revealing the white silk lining underneath. He had a tall and slender figure, and his eyes were as cold as a sword.
He just glanced around indifferently, and everyone lowered their heads in unison, feeling ashamed.
"Matsuda Ferry?"
This handsome young man who looked like a noble prince spoke and called him by his first name.
No one dared to accuse him of being impolite or disrespectful, because standing there, he showed a kind of dignity.
"Hai."
The old man stood up and bowed heavily. Of course he could see that this young man was extraordinary.
"Your daughter's murderer will surrender to justice within three days, or disappear completely."
The boy spoke calmly, and the golden light of the auditorium shone on his fair and handsome face. Everything seemed so trance-like and yet so real.
He just said a light word, but it seemed to contain endless chill. Even the concierges in the venue inexplicably believed what he said, as if the emperor was issuing an order.
"Thank you, Your Excellency!"
This old man who was a business legend instantly fell to the ground, with tears streaming down his face full of wrinkles, and he expressed his thanks with a faint trembling cry.
The black umbrella was held up again, and when the guests came over, the young man who was originally standing in front of the spiritual throne had disappeared.
