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Five hundred and seventieth IX Ichiro Fujiwara runaway

Today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Before it was time to get up, Ichiro Fujiwara helped push away the beauty under his crotch, put on his clothes with anger and met his adjutant.

Good things and beautiful dreams are always very angry when people disturb them. At this moment, Ichiro Fujiwara looked silly. When Ichiro Fujiwara pulled out his second brother from the beauty's body, he had already made plans. If the adjutant could not give him a reasonable explanation today, he would have committed suicide by breaking his stomach.

In Japan, some acts that disturb others' Japanese are also criminal, at least Ichiro Fujiwara thinks so.

"Hmph!" Ichiro Fujiwara did not speak, but stared at the young man in front of him with anger. After staring for a while, he found a comfortable position to sit on the ground, with his face as usual, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The adjutant was shocked, probably knowing his master's temperament, and his heart began to tremble. After hearing this, he trembled and handed the paper in his hand over. It could be seen that this was a very simple A3 paper, "Fujiwara, please read it!"

The trembling voice already illustrates the fear in the man's heart at this moment.

Ichiro Fujiwara snorted again and took the paper from the man's hand, which read: "Soto Aoi led Muto Ran and other women to be comfort women"!

When I caught a glimpse of the title, Ichiro Fujiwara was already shocked, "Where did this come from? Where did you see it? Say it!"

A roar! The room was filled with rumbling sounds. The man was shocked and his pants couldn't help but feel wet. The man's face became much more relaxed, just like Teacher Cang after **, but there was no feeling of enjoyment on his face.

"Kun Fujiwara, when I got up this morning, my subordinates saw these notices in the streets and alleys. I don't know who posted them." The man said respectfully.

At this time, Ichiro Fujiwara had already read the paper content in his hand. The more he looked down, the more shocked he felt, and said to himself, "Isn't this the order I gave to Sora Aoi? Why are all such confidential documents leaked? Could it be that Sora Aoi whore betrayed me?"

Recovering shock, Ichiro Fujiwara continued to ask, "How many papers are there like this? Are they already cleared now?"

Upon hearing this, the man nodded and said, "Fujiwara, I have started to send people to clear it, but there are a lot of them. Moreover, there are news that people are starting to walk everywhere in Tokyo, and many people are starting to talk about you." Afterwards, the man's voice was obviously much smaller.

"Baga!" With a roar, Ichiro Fujiwara pinched the cup on the table so hard that he could not kill him. "These wastes! You know what a fuck!"

After thinking for a while, Ichiro Fujiwara turned his head and continued to say to the man, "Has Sora Aoi left Tokyo?"

"I don't know!" the man replied carefully!

With a "bang", there were still five red finger marks on the man's face, as spectacular as the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha!

"Bastard! Waste!" Fujiwara Ichiro shouted angrily, "Since you don't know such important news? Hurry up and investigate me and bring Sora Aoi to me. I want to ask her why she betrayed me?"

The man was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly began to feel sad for Sora Aoi, and said to himself, "Oh, his goddess has been given to him by others like this, and he has been so many times, and he has suddenly died in his heart. But he dared not have any complaints."

"Hi!" nodded and agreed.

"Hey, your sister?" Ichiro Fujiwara raised his hand and wanted to hit him, "I won't let me do it quickly!"

Upon hearing this, the man dared not talk nonsense anymore, got up, nodded and left.

After the man left, Ichiro Fujiwara was still in anger, frowned and began to think endlessly. What was wrong? Sora Aoi didn't need to betray him? Could it be that Sora Aoi was wiped with his neck?

Thinking of this, Ichiro Fujiwara was shocked. If this was the case, things would probably be even more difficult, and they might be dragged down by themselves!

He cursed inwardly, "Bastard!" Ichiro Fujiwara sniffed his nose and couldn't help but say, "What does this taste like? Why is it so sexy?"

He lowered his head and sniffed around the table. Finally, he touched a wet look under the seat where the adjutant had sat. He took his fingers and put his nose on his nose and sniffed it gently. He said thoughtfully, "My mother, it turns out to be urine!"

I was once again full of resentment towards my adjutant, and thought that if I had the chance, I must let him commit suicide by breaking his stomach, otherwise I would be really sorry for myself.

But instead, Ichiro Fujiwara then became worried again about the "comfort women". Now many people in the international community condemn the Japanese World War II comfort women incident. Although it cannot cause any damaging things, the reputation of Japan and the Japanese is really in a mess internationally.

As the saying goes, people need shame, and even shameless people want to earn some face for themselves in the current advanced technology.

But now, the comfort woman incident has been leaked again, and Ichiro Fujiwara knows in his heart how much impact it will have on himself and on the Japanese politics.

"This group of waste!" Ichiro Fujiwara returned to his room and began to put on his clothes.

The beauty lying on the bed was still wearing a slut, staring at Ichiro Fujiwara with a charming face, with a slightly flushed face, obviously a sign of hair and spring.

Ichiro Fujiwara lowered his head and pulled his crotch open and looked at his second brother. He looked dejected and obviously lost his desire to fight. "Get out of here!"

The woman felt aggrieved when she heard this, but she still ran out of the room with her clothes on her body.

A rustling sound rang out. Within five minutes, Ichiro Fujiwara walked out in a shiny pair of leather shoes. He looked like a human, but at this time, Ichiro Fujiwara's face was not good-looking.

The phone rang suddenly, and Ichiro Fujiwara took it out and saw that it was the adjutant who called it.

"Say!" Simple and powerful, full of turtle spirit!

"Kun Fujiwara, I have increased my manpower and started to clear the notices. However, the situation is not very good. It seems that there are many notices in the surrounding cities. Moreover, the people have begun to inquire now. It is difficult for me to deal with it!" The adjutant said in a embarrassed tone.
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