"Eiji is back?"

Ichiro Tsukamoto frowned.

He wasn't in the mourning hall at the moment.

The reason is also very simple, that is, I am tired of kneeling and I don't want to kneel.

Although he is not in the mourning hall, he always pays attention to everything in the mourning hall.

After all, Tsukamoto Shigetake's identity is there, and it is not impossible for a big guy or even a giant to come to worship.

When ordinary people come, he doesn't have to worry about it, but when such a big guy comes, he has to go over.

These are all connections belonging to the Tsukamoto Group!

It's just that he hasn't waited for such a big guy, but he has waited for the news of Eiji Tsukamoto.

"Isn't he supposed to be in the United States? How did it end up here? ”

For Eiji Tsukamoto, even Shigetake Tsukamoto was worried that he wouldn't be able to suppress him, let alone Ichiro Tsukamoto.

The reason why he was in such a hurry to cremate Tsukamoto Shigetake was that Eiji Tsukamoto accounted for most of the reasons.

Even if the man was his son.

"No! I'm going to go over and have a look! ”

Knowing that Eiji Tsukamoto was coming, Ichiro Tsukamoto couldn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly rushed to the mourning hall.

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By the time Ichiro Tsukamoto arrived at the mourning hall, Eiji Tsukamoto had already finished worshipping.

"Haha, Eiji, why don't you tell me when you're back!"

Ichiro Tsukamoto walked over with a smile, and he patted Eiji Tsukamoto on the shoulder.

"Come on, come on, you haven't been back for a few years, and you may not be familiar with the current Hong Kong Island and Tsukamoto Group, let me introduce it to you."

Eiji Tsukamoto directly pushed Ichiro Tsukamoto's hand away.

Ichiro Tsukamoto's face sank.

"What's your attitude?"

All around, the eyes of the senior executives of the Tsukamoto Group instantly became subtle.

Ichiro Tsukamoto, who noticed this, was even more angry in his heart.

He's his father!

How could he talk to him with such an attitude!

Does he still have me as a father in his eyes?

Eiji Tsukamoto had a cold face, and instead of looking at Ichiro Tsukamoto, he looked at the black and white statue of Shigetake Tsukamoto.

"I just asked my grandfather in heaven, how can there be such an incompetent father!"

"You talk to me like that?"

Ichiro Tsukamoto was furious.

Eiji Tsukamoto turned his head to look at Ichiro Tsukamoto.

"Your father is dead, do you plan to avenge him?"

"He's got a $100 million revenge fund!"

Ichiro Tsukamoto shouted.

He has a $100 million revenge fund, and he doesn't need him at all.

"You second-generation coward! Sooner or later, the island nation will perish because of incompetent people like you! ”

Eiji Tsukamoto turned his head and walked straight forward, walking to the ash jar.

"You simply don't have the ability to inherit the Tsukamoto Group!"

Ichiro Tsukamoto seemed to have been hit in the tail, pointed at Eiji Tsukamoto and shouted, "No matter what you say!" I'm now at the helm of the Tsukamoto Group! ”

Eiji Tsukamoto turned his head and glanced at him with a sneer.

"Do you have grandpa's soul in you?"

After speaking, he took the ash jar in his hand.

"What are you doing? Stop it! That's going to be shipped back home! ”

Eiji Tsukamoto didn't care about him, a hand knife.

Pong!

The ash jar made of white ceramic was directly broken, revealing the white ashes inside the altar.

Eiji Tsukamoto glanced at him and grabbed a handful of ashes directly.

"What are you doing?"

Ichiro Tsukamoto exclaimed.

Eiji Tsukamoto took the ashes in his hand and walked towards Ichiro Tsukamoto.

"Swallow!"

"What do you do? Stop it! ”

Ichiro Tsukamoto was so frightened that he kept retreating.

Every time Eiji Tsukamoto took a step, he took two steps back, his expression full of horror.

Eiji Tsukamoto was completely disappointed in this so-called father.

"I want my grandfather's soul to be reborn in my body!"

He picked up the ashes in his hand, threw his head back and swallowed them.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

Ichiro Tsukamoto wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Most of the ashes were swallowed directly by Eiji Tsukamoto, and only a few were scattered on his face, which set off his whole person in a particularly terrifying way!

"You're crazy!"

Ichiro Tsukamoto looked so frightened that he didn't even dare to look directly at Eiji Tsukamoto anymore.

Because in a trance, he seemed to really see that Tsukamoto Shigetake's soul was on Tsukamoto Eiji's body.

"I'll tell the board everything that happened today!"

He hurriedly turned to leave, not daring to stay longer.

"Let's go!"

Kimura and the others did not move.

"What are you doing?"

Ichiro Tsukamoto angrily scolded.

Eiji Tsukamoto is crazy, are you crazy too?

I'm now at the helm of the Tsukamoto Group!

"They know who the real powerhouses are!"

Eiji Tsukamoto looked at him calmly.

"After all, they were all chosen by grandpa."

"Yaga Yalu!"

Ichiro Tsukamoto angrily left alone.

Kimura and the others bowed their heads one by one like Eiji Tsukamoto, showing their submission.

Eiji Tsukamoto accepted it calmly.

Now, although he is not the nominal controller of the Tsukamoto Group, he is almost one step away from that position.

In this confrontation, all the high-level leaders of the Tsukamoto Group saw Ichiro Tsukamoto's weakness.

Compared with the strong Eiji Tsukamoto, Ichiro Tsukamoto looks really bad.

"As long as I kill the murderer of my grandfather with my own hands, the Tsukamoto Group will be mine!"

Eiji Tsukamoto knew that all he was missing now was reasonableness.

The vast majority of the Tsukamoto group executives are more optimistic about him, and he only needs to give them a chance, and they will support him in the upper ranks.

Kimura took a few steps forward and spoke.

"Second Young Master Ying, the people from the Foundation are here!"

"Huh?"

Eiji Tsukamoto's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Take me to see it!"

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A Japanese-style living room.

Eiji Tsukamoto walked in with his own people.

A man with glasses and long hair greeted him with a smile.

"Hello Mr. Tsukamoto, I'm Martin······"

Eiji Tsukamoto ignored him and walked straight inside.

The smile on Martin's face disappeared, and he looked at the tall bodyguards beside him, and still wisely put back the MMP that was about to blurt out.

"I don't want anyone to disturb me while I'm eating, I hope you can speak a little faster."

Eiji Tsukamoto sat down at the table and spoke in Japanese.

"I also asked someone to play bridge."

Martin stumbled back in Japanese.

Although he doesn't really want to confront Eiji Tsukamoto, he is backed by the Good Death Foundation, and he will not be afraid of the other party.

"I don't really like people who don't speak fluently, you know I can understand Chinese and English."

Eiji Tsukamoto casually pointed to the translator behind him.

"If I don't understand, I'll ask my men."

Being sarcastically sarcastic like this, Martin's face remained unchanged, and instead sat down with a smile.

"I'm here this time to give you a chance to buy me."

"What do you have that I can buy?"

Eiji Tsukamoto didn't even look at each other.

Martin smiled and said.

"We've found a clue about the Seraph!"