Masao Yasuda is 81 years old.

He took over power from his father at the age of 26 and has been involved in politics for many years.

But it can also be said that it is a big man in the Japanese political arena, and the person who can make him deflated in China, that is, several bigwigs and consortia at the top.

They are among the best in politics and business.

Masao Yasuda has no opinion on those people.

This is the case in politics, where people with higher status and more power speak in a particularly heavy voice.

Yasuda is used to this rule, so he doesn't hold any grudges against those who make him deflated.

At most, when he is angry, he scolds a few words in private to vent his anger, and rarely wants to take action.

But what is Dior?

A sneaky murderer, just such an obscure little person, would dare to destroy the World True Love Peace Church he was sheltering.

So he had to urgently find someone to replace Sato Kiyokiyo.

This is a capital offense.

As Yasuda Masao's confidant in the Civic Party, Tsunoda Castle knew his temper well, and he bowed his head and said, "I'm very sorry, but we haven't found any trace of Dior in the underground world yet.

There was no news from the task force. ”

"Tsunoda, you and I have been for a while, and there are some things I don't want to say too much.

You didn't find it, is it because you didn't work hard enough? ”

Yasuda Masao squinted, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be cut with a knife and axe, revealing the coldness of metallic color.

Sweat welled up on Kanoda Cheng's forehead, and he said in a low voice: "Hey, I must redouble my efforts to find Dior's whereabouts as soon as possible!" ”

"Okay, I won't delay your work, go down."

Masao Yasuda waved.

In his opinion, with his power in black and white, it is not difficult to find a Dior.

What's more, in order to arrest Dior, he did not hesitate to cede interests, expanded the task force, and transferred elite police officers from local police stations.

It is impossible to give the task force the power to act cheaply, and it is impossible not to have no information at all.

If there is really no news, it is that the people below are not working hard enough and slacking off his orders.

Masao Yasuda pondered the possibility of this.

The shelf life of power needs to be paid attention to at all times, and if you are not careful, there is a risk that it will expire.

He pondered.

The empty wine in the cup was filled with Sora Haga.

The simple action brought Masao Yasuda back to his senses and glanced at her as she poured the wine for himself.

The innocent face showed a sweet smile, and the eyes were full of warmth, as if they cared about him.

Yasuda Masao slapped Somi Haga in the face with his backhand, and shouted: "Presumptuous, who allows you to touch my wine glass?" ”

Speaking of this, he poured the wine in the cup directly on the woman's face, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that you really want to relieve your hands, and your brain is irrational." ”

"I'm sorry, master."

Yuga Kumi hurriedly apologized, not daring to hesitate, and raised her right thigh vigorously.

Whether she has it or not, the master says yes, then there is.

Thanks to her efforts, some of them fell intermittently in the courtyard outside the corridor.

Masao Yasuda nodded in satisfaction.

He is no longer young, and he has long lost interest in women.

The main reason is that the body is not as energetic as before, and it can't do anymore.

But he still liked young girls, their soft skin, and their appearance.

prefers to use power to make them submit to themselves.

In this way, he can feel the vitality of young people.

"What an enviable skin!"

Masao Yasuda pinched Somi Haga's face, and the soft touch made people think of strawberry Daifuku.

If the pink lips are frozen, even the saliva will not smell like the old man.

These are the youths that power cannot bring.

Thinking of this, Masao Yasuda's hand left Hanaga's mouth, slapped her fair face, and said angrily: "Why can a slut like Ling be young?"

For a person of noble blood like me, I can only watch my skin become wrinkled little by little. ”

"The host is not old at all, the host is very young."

Somi Haga had two reddish slap marks on her cheeks, but she got used to it and still showed a flattering smile.

Her dignity, her arrogance is aimed at those netizens.

To the old man in front of her, Hanaga Sorumi can only obey with a posture of giving up everything, so as to ensure her glory and wealth.

As long as you can live in a luxury house, drive a luxury car, and enjoy life to the fullest.

There is no dignity, Sora Haga can endure it, and she has no regrets about her choice.

……

The energy of the old man is not as good as that of the young.

Masao Yasuda misses his former self very much, and often works until one or two o'clock to deal with various affairs.

Now he doesn't sleep longer than eight o'clock.

Many things had to be left to the eldest son.

For Masao Yasuda, health has become the most important thing in life, and only by living can he enjoy monstrous power.

He led Somi Haga back to the bedroom.

It is a large room facing a courtyard.

I take a Japanese-style sliding door.

Outside the door, there were black-clad bodyguards guarding the door.

Masao Yasuda opens the door, and inside is a tatami mat with a huge, soft quilt in the center.

Sleeping a dozen women.

There are women in their forties, maintenance and early thirties, young women in their twenties, and little girls in a few years old.

Masao Yasuda can know so well that they are all his daughters-in-law, granddaughters-in-law, and great-granddaughters.

He didn't do anything to them.

But when Masao Yasuda sleeps, he will definitely ask them to come over and help warm the bed.

In the Yasuda family, Yasuda Masao is like an emperor, holding absolute power.

He does not allow anyone to go against his will, not even his own sons and grandsons, to show absolute obedience.

A rebel wants to challenge the authority of the head of his family.

And dominating the women of the family is a way to show power.

Masao Yasuda put down the dog chain and said, "You all go down." ”

"Hey."

They replied respectfully, slowly leaving the bed, making sure that the heating inside would not leak out.

The smooth skin creates a slight coolness indoors.

Yasuda stood in the doorway, watching them get dressed, his old cheeks showing a hint of morbid satisfaction.

That's the power he has.

He can do anything he wants.

The morality and ethics of the world are like a papier-mâché window in the face of power, which will be broken at the slightest stab.

Yasuda told them to leave, and as soon as he pulled the door shut, the bedroom fell into a faint darkness.

He walked over to the quilt.

Somi Haga crawled into the corner and curled up.

At night, if the old man wants convenience, it is when she works.

The toilet is impossible to put in the house, it is easy to smell, and it is safest to put it in her stomach.

Yasuda Masao lifted the quilt and got into it, only to be shocked to find that there was a tall figure on the Japanese-style sliding door.

At the same time, another figure that was supposed to be standing collapsed towards the corridor.