After leaving the luxury villa area in Minato District, Kyoji shrugged his shoulders as he thought that Zhang Su was estimated to have gotten along with Lianwu at this time.

My sister has the blessing of my sister, and the most I can do as an elder brother is to take care of the family business and clean up the dilapidated Anxin House.

"Hey, Big Brother Longyi." Kyoji called Ryuichi, "Why didn't you come to dinner with my sister tonight?" ”

"I have something, Kyoji, ...... in the future Let's cut back for now, my father has left us, the family business has fallen apart, and we have to fend for ourselves. If you lack any documents and procedures, I will help you do it, and I will give you all the property without my share. Long Yi said.

"Big brother, I'm worried about you talking like this." Kyoji said helplessly, "I just want to drive a luxury car and play with my friends, and I have nothing to do with horse racing." Inheriting the family business or something, it has nothing to do with me! You're the heir to your father's heart! ”

"Yes, so I plan to rebuild the Satsuki Chamber of Commerce and fulfill Dad's unfinished dream." Long Yi said.

"Big brother, everything was given to me and Sister Lianwu, what should you do! Aren't you impoverished in this way? Kyoji lamented.

"I have a way, don't worry." Long Yi said.

"Big brother! Give it up! The chaebols that Dad dealt with before were still scattered and fighting on their own, but now they have tied them up and established 'Shengyang', which is even more terrifying than Dad's time! What's more, they grew up eating the corpses of our family! Our allies are now all Sunset! Kyoji couldn't help but remind.

"Don't worry, Kyoji, I know how to measure." Ryuichi said briefly, then ended the correspondence.

Turn on your hand, and tuck it into your coat.

He noticed his brother's concerns, but it didn't matter, there were more important things at hand.

He pulled out his family heirloom katana.

On the old table in front of him was an open manuscript of human skin, which was found in the old house, and the notes left by Masako Asami.

Now Ryuichi fully understands and knows how to summon Mr. Fortunado.

Dust flew in the dim light, and six corpses lay on the ground.

The deceased were homeless and stealers who were all too common in old Tokyo, and when he killed them, he didn't have much thought, because feelings only made things more difficult.

He separated their blood and painstakingly drew a six-pointed star on the ground.

The symbol of Mr. Fortunado is then drawn in the center, a profile portrait of a smiling face counting money.

Finally, Ryuichi summoned in an extradimensional language, the words whispering like an inhuman monster.

He stumbled a few words, and the blood six-pointed star on the ground began to shine, and his confidence suddenly increased, and his voice became high-pitched.

"—Mr. Fortunado......!" He completes the call.

Smoke rises, and Mr. Fortunado, dressed in a pinstriped suit, appears in the center of the six-pointed star.

It broke its head, which was full of ravines and bones, as if it had been beaten severely.

Under its gaze, Ryuichi felt a fine sweat break out on his forehead.

“…… Give me fortune, give me wealth, just like you made a pact with my father. Long Yi pleaded, "I want to accomplish what my father almost did, I want to restore the honor of the Anxin family and become the richest family in Dongming Kingdom." ”

"No problem, I'll pass it on to you. Your father is terrible, and before he has fulfilled his obligation, he has already colluded with humanity to try to expel me. May you be a more savvy child, after all, soon the demon army will break through the world. When the time comes, it is only right to enjoy wealth under my protection. Mr. Fortunado took out the burning contract and asked Ansein Ryuichi to fill in his name.

“…… I don't have anything now, and I don't want to bother my younger siblings. "I need to go back to the financial world, what should I do?" All exchanges and banks are only open to Sunrise Group, and the Anxin Institute is finished. ”

"You know what you're going to do." Mr. Fortunado sneered.

Long thought for a while, and then understood the true meaning.

Calm is restored to the interior.

As soon as Ryuichi turned, the ground was clean, and Mr. Fortunado kindly helped clean up the mess, and he would become rich with the help of intangible luck and fortune.

All he needs now is a springboard and a channel for revenge.

He took a deep breath and picked up his phone.

Make a phone call to the enemy's house.

“…… Is it Uncle Taizo Okura? I'm Ryuichi, and I hope to do things under you. Long Yi whispered.

"Long Yi," the voice on the other end of the phone was extremely indifferent, "Why should I bother to recruit someone from the Anxin family to come to me to do things, Shengyang and Gaoyue are like fire and water, why should I hire you at the risk of being betrayed by you?" Why should I make you a comeback? ”

The Anxin family is now over, and the old chaebol entrepreneurs such as Yasuzo Okura are one of the promoters.

"Do you want to know about Hidero Okura's death?" Long Yi asked.

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent on the other end of the "......" phone.

"At the meat-eating banquet of the Naruto Snake Shopping Building, in order to please my father, Hidero Okura was kidnapped by Saburo Fujikawa, divided, and served to the table! I saw it with my own eyes. Ryuichi recalled the bloody banquet.

“…… Saburo is dead. On the other end of the phone, Director Okura looked at his son's posthumous photo on the table.

“…… Saburo may be dead, but he is not the one who killed your son. Kill your son Hidero Okura, and someone else. As soon as the dragon sat on the ground, his cloak was in his hands.

"Say."

Long Yi's heart was pounding, and he thought of the woman with the dragon tattoo at the banquet, holding a knife to act for his father's peace of mind.

"Chiyo Fujikawa." Long Yi said.

“…… I see. ”

"I can help Sheng Yang deal with her, as long as you give me a job and a suit, I won't try to make a comeback, my brother has no ambitions, and my sister is married. I just want to make my own money. Anxin Yuan Ryuichi said.

……

……

It's another day of sunrise.

But this is the most special day, because Zhang Su's trip is over, and it is time to return to the Anxin Hospital.

On his last day, he received an order to report to Edith.

Walking into Edith's office, Zhang Su offers a panoramic view of the new Tokyo skyline from floor-to-ceiling windows, and several surrealist abstract paintings hanging on the walls that are worth a lot of money at first glance.

"You may be seated." Edith said, her high heels were thrown on the ground, her two stinky feet were stacked on the table, and she leaned back and looked at Zhang Su with interest.

Not good, it's a trap! Zhang Su was critically attacked. Edith always knew how to seduce him.

“…… Meet again. Zhang Su sat down.

"I want to personally praise your work, it's not easy to defeat a brute like Saburo Fujikawa." Edith said.

"After killing such a gang leader, I'm afraid that New Tokyo will be able to calm down for a while." Zhang Su said.

"I wish it was so, but things keep coming to me, and I'm not going to be idle." Edith said.

"And when my vacation is over, I have to leave all this glitz and take everyone back to the Anxin Hospital." Zhang Su stretched, "In the Anxin Hospital, interpersonal relationships and everything should be simpler." ”

Edith retracted her feet, put her shoes back on, and pressed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and crossed the table to kiss him.

They kissed for a while, and Zhang Su felt that Edith's skillful lip-to-tooth communication was much more wonderful than that of Lianwu, who was ignorant of the world.

Zhang Su closed her eyes and reveled in it, enjoying the taste of her tongue.

At this moment, the door slammed softly, and Zhang Su tried to pull out, this scene would be too embarrassing if Kazama Yoshihuai or Solo saw it.

Edith tried to clasp Shen Su's neck, but she couldn't resist Zhang Su's strength, so she parted and looked at him with resentment.

Before he had time to deal with Edith, Zhang Su turned his head and saw an old woman in uniform knocking on the door and coming in, and his eyes lit up at his and Edith's movements, as if he knew very well what they were doing.

"It's full of energy." The old woman laughed.

Although she looked like she was just a gray-haired aging witch, Zhang Su didn't dare to slack off.

[Memory "Delan": An old witch born in 1865, she broke the position 3 times in a gorgeous way, and each break was accompanied by the birth of a large work of art.] Such as "Spiritual Arrival", "Mourning the Wasteland of Beauty" and "Tianhe Cruise". He is currently the senior superintendent of the Witch Countermeasures Bureau of Dongming Kingdom, and maintains the relationship between the Countermeasures Bureau and the Witch Nine Seat Council]

Only in the first few years of her real death will the witch quickly become old and ugly, otherwise she will always maintain her eternal youthful beauty. And Grandma Dailan is dying.

"It's just in time, ma'am." Edith tussed her skirt.

"I'll keep you on the lookout for a moment. Thank you, sir, it's great to see that you get along so well with the Director. Dai Lan sat on the chair that Zhang Su had brought over, sitting dignifiedly.

Delan wore her hair in a gray bun, her face wrinkled like a condensed life experience, and she wore large, round glasses, her eyes were still young and optimistic, and she was wearing a loose and comfortable robe.

Due to joint problems, her hands looked a little deformed, but Zhang Su knew that she was still good at configuring all kinds of potions, and the "potions" were the secret of the witches, and Zhang Su had no way to explore them.

"Who are you here to meet?" Edith sat in her seat, one hand propping her cheek on her cheek, posing innocent.

"I would like to praise this good boy, I have seen his contributions since he took office, and I will not ignore the good people." Grandma Dai Lan stretched out her hand, both hands folded on Zhang Su's wide right palm, and rubbed it carefully.

"I'm honored that you're doing my duty." Zhang Su bowed his head.

"It's too modest." Delan leaned forward, "You shelter many witches from persecution, discipline them, respect them more, really, children, and it makes you feel so good. ”

"Yes......" Zhang Su breathed a sigh of relief, Grandma Dailan's hands were still full of wrinkles, but she felt very powerful, as if she could convey spiritual care to people. She must have been a beauty when she was young, a beautiful witch painter......

(End of chapter)