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Chapter 78: Spare Her!

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"..."

The groggy feeling in the brain gradually disappeared. As Sukuna was suppressed in the sea of ​​spirit, Tiantian slowly absorbed the evil, overbearing and filthy power in the fingers, and she slowly woke up from hibernation.

"?"

Tiantian felt that her body was not in a flat position before she opened her eyes.

Now her limbs were stiff, her hands and feet were bound, and her head was drooping.

This feeling was more like sleeping on a train for a long time, with no place to lean on, so the cervical spine was very tired.

Now, she seemed to be tied up while sitting?

It's so annoying that she didn't have time to have a bed for her to lie on.

"…"

Tiantian slowly opened her eyes, and as her vision gradually became clear, she immediately noticed Satoru standing next to her.

"I have no rights as a school teacher, do I have no rights as the head of Gojo's house?"

Satoru was wearing a black hotel yukata... or maybe a kimono?

He was not wearing any sunglasses or eye mask. He stood upright beside Tiantian with his hands in his sleeves, looking directly at the people sitting in the main seats in front of him.

Tiantian squinted and looked at Satoru carefully, and found that the old man had also smeared the hairspray on his unruly bangs, which was obviously a little more styling than before.

"!!"

D*mn it!

In an instant, she suddenly woke up.

Tiantian opened her eyes and found that her hands and feet were firmly tied to the armrests and stool legs by the iron chain used to tie a dog; there was no possibility of breaking free without using the power of curse.

After being tied to the bed, she was tied to the chair again.

*bump*

The person sitting in the main seat angrily dropped his fist on the coffee table beside him. The harsh and sudden sound startled Tiantian, making her stunned for a moment and look up.

There were about six or seven people sitting in front of her.

Several people were wearing white kimonos in mourning.

What they had in common was that everyone had a piece of cloth that looked like a mahjong pattern on their face, covering their faces tightly.

There was no other way to identify them except by their clothes and body shape.

Several people sat together, almost making a Tianhu.

Tiantian: My giao, has the mahjong copyright fee been paid?

"Gojo boy, this is not the meeting of the three great families, it's not your turn to ride on our heads and act wild!"

The person in the off-white kimono who was the leader of the hammering table picked up his fist from the coffee table tremblingly, and pointed at Satoru with anger in his voice and fierce posture, and started to scold.

"Gojo Satoru, you have to know that the matter of Ryomen Sukuna's remains is the matter of the whole country. You have no right to dominate alone! You didn't even discuss it with us, and directly threw the finger stored in the Jujutsu School to this woman of unknown origin. What do you mean by this?!"

The man in the off-white kimono had a hoarse voice that was heavy and oppressive, and when he finished speaking, the remaining few people began to express their dissatisfaction with Satoru through their masks.

"The Gojo family... is really outrageous..."

"And this woman... an unidentified person..."

"Sure enough... it has reached the point of two fingers, it is better to eliminate the threat as soon as possible and execute her..."

Tiantian: "..."

When she heard the old men and women above whispering and talking, she was a little dumbfounded.

This... were they going to kill her directly?

How can this be? I, your mother, only have one finger left to retire and go home to serve my parents! And now I am forced to quit my account?

Were you kidding me?

D*mn!

I shed blood for the technical college! I want to see Yaga!

"I!..."

"What right do I have? I took this finger off! Without it, you won't be able to kill that special cursed spirit that looks like a rotten pineapple even if I give you a hundred years!"

Before Tiantian could finish her words, Satoru, who had always hated these executives, spoke up and started to scold them in a loud voice, suppressing Tiantian's voice.

The old man in the off-white kimono: "You!"

Satoru's loud shout made the entire conference room silent for a moment, but then came a higher level of anger.

"Gojo Satoru! What's your attitude? Is it your turn to talk to us like this? Is this how your father taught you etiquette?!"

The old man in the off-white kimono jumped up from his seat and pointed at Satoru and cursed.

"My father never taught me since I was a child, and he won't have this opportunity in the future! If you want the younger generation to respect you well, see if you have the capital first!"

Satoru was not to be outdone, and perfectly demonstrated the spirit of "I turn the table when the leader picks up food, and I don't drink when the leader toasts me."

But it must be said that Satoru did have a deep grudge against these senior executives.

Usually, he took great pains to remove the cursed spirits and complete the task, but these rotten oranges did not give more funds to the Jujutsu Association.

As a result, something went wrong. Oh my god, they rushed up like a pack of wolves smelling blood, howling hysterically at him.

They want the horse to run, but they don’t want the horse to eat enough grass.

They were talking about these high-level scums who take human lives and were stingy.

"..."

For a while, both parties were shocked by Satoru's attitude and did not speak for a long time.

Including Tiantian.

She was sometimes tough, but she was not a spendthrift.

To put it bluntly, who else could be the high-level officials of the Jujutsu Association except the three great families?

Most likely, they were Japanese government personnel.

In this situation, she had no reason to interrupt; and she could retire with just one finger away. What benefits could she get from confronting Japanese government personnel at this critical juncture?

As long as Satoru could save her, everything would be fine.

To be honest, she still couldn't believe that these people really wanted to kill her.

It's okay to kill her, at least give her a finger.

At that time, let alone killing her, she would have no objection to cremating her body and using it as fertilizer to stir up manure.

"Come, take her away."

The eight-barreled old man in the lead was silent for a moment, holding his forehead with his hand, and spoke in a cold tone.

"Don't take her away, she is the person involved, how can we solve the problem of dealing with her without her presence?"

Satoru put his arm around Tiantian's chair back in response, his voice was extremely high-pitched, and while speaking, he looked up at the guards standing around, ready to move, with an arrogant and provocative attitude.

"Gojo!"

The older woman sitting next to the eight-barreled old man was a little anxious when she saw Satoru's stubborn attitude.

Satoru: "My attitude is very clear. If you want to execute her, just kill me as well. When the time comes, wait for the cursed spirits in Japan to know that the Gojo family's Six Eyes is gone, then turn the whole of Japan into a meat grinder and everyone will be happy."

Speaking of this, Satoru looked coldly at the eight-barreled old man in the lead.

"Of course, I will not bear it obediently in the process of killing me. Everyone should rely on their own abilities to see who can survive to the end."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was dead silent.

Tiantian: "..."

This was the worst relationship between high-level subordinates she had ever seen... wven Long Aotian's novels author dare not write like this.

There was no interweaving of power and intrigue, just pure confrontation.

"Stinky brat! I think you want to stand on the opposite side of the whole country!"

After the eight-barreled old man reacted, he was immediately furious; regardless of the obstruction of the people around him, he actually picked up the "special small teacup for leaders" on the table, and wanted to smash it on Satoru's head with a furious look.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

A stern rebuke interrupted the action.

Satoru and eight-barreled old man were both stunned and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The dark scene like the EVA conference room was broken by the crisp sound of the door opening. Several middle-aged uncles in suits walked in. Among them, Principal Yaga was also wearing a suit and mixed in, with a serious face.

"..."

When Yaga saw Tiantian and Satoru staying in the room intact, his eyes widened slightly, and he was obviously relieved.

Eight-barreled old man: "Matsuda, we are interrogating Gojo, how can you come in casually? And who are they?"

When the old man saw the suited man in the lead come in, he stood up from his chair and looked at Matsuda and the strangers behind him in doubt.

"Let her go, let her go."

The middle-aged men in suits behind Matsuda saw Tiantian tied to the chair and were stunned for a moment. They looked up at Matsuda in question. Matsuda's forehead skin suddenly tightened. While muttering, he stepped forward and took the initiative to untie Tiantian.

Not only him, the men in suits behind Matsuda followed Matsuda to circle Tiantian around, and gently pushed away Satoru who was standing aside.

Satoru: "..."

Satoru's face was distorted by this bizarre development. He was a little unresponsive and could only look at Yaga at the door in confusion.

"..."

Yaga made a bitter face and spread his hands towards Satoru.

"..."

Tiantian, who was sitting on the chair, was stunned.

She noticed that the man called Matsuda just now said "let her go, let her go", which did not seem to be Japanese.

It was Chinese.

Here came the question.

Under what circumstances, a "Matsuda" with an authentic Japanese name would speak Chinese?

The possibility that Matsuda was Chinese was ruled out.

It could only be that Matsuda said it to the three people behind him.

In other words, the three middle-aged men in black suits behind Matsuda were Chinese.

"Matsuda?! What are you doing?"

The eight-barreled old man looked at Matsuda and several strangers behind him in shock and began to directly untie Tiantian. For a moment, his voice was a little trembling.

"Yagi! It's almost done!"

Matsuda turned his head and scolded the eight-barreled old man severely, and directly blew his identity.

Then, Matsuda looked at the middle-aged men who were untying Tiantian with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about the poor performance."

"Xiao Song, don't be nervous, everyone understands."

The man called the ambassador smiled kindly and spoke fluently in Beijing dialect.

While talking, the ambassador freed Tiantian from the seat, and then wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, "By the way, this room is a bit hot."

Then the man called the ambassador and the remaining two people took off their suits with a smile.

Then the Zhongshan suits inside were revealed.

Tiantian: "..."

Satoru: "..."

"Turn on the lights and the air conditioner!"

Matsuda immediately waved his hand and gave instructions in Japanese.

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom and FanFictionNet


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