The captain suddenly looked up, completely stunned.
The car stopped in front of him.
The rear windows slowly rolled down.
A face he knew all too well, a face that exuded authority without anger, appeared before him.
Beside the man sat Akiyama, the S-class bodyguard who never left his side.
The captain was completely dumbfounded.
He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating because of the shock.
But everything before my eyes felt so real.
"Lord Hongzhi...you...how did you end up in the carriage?"
His voice was dry and filled with disbelief and confusion.
Inside the car, the real Hiroharu Kujo frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
What's wrong with this guard captain today?
He just spouts nonsensical nonsense.
"What's the aning?"
Kujo Hiroharu's voice carried a hint of impatience.
"If I wasn't in the car, am I under it?"
No...no!
The captain waved his hands repeatedly, his expression more terrified than if he had seen a ghost.
He pointed in the direction the car had driven away, his voice sharp and distorted with extre fear.
That's not what I ant!
"You...you already left in a car, didn't you?!"
"I've already gone out?"
Kujo Hiroharu was taken aback for a mont.
But in just a second, he realized what the captain ant.
The displeasure on his face disappeared, replaced by a ruthless smile.
He muttered to himself in a low voice.
"Are they from the Ōmiya family?"
"You're really brave."
"They even dared to impersonate in order to gather intelligence."
His voice was very soft, yet it seed to lower the temperature inside the car by several degrees.
"Is our Kujo family's manor a place where we can co and go as we please?"
Kujo Hiroharu turned his head and looked at Akiyama beside him.
"The other party shouldn't have gone far either."
"Go catch that car, just leave one alive."
Akiyama was a middle-aged man with a stern face and a thick beard.
Upon hearing this, he simply nodded calmly.
I didn't ask a single question.
He pushed open the car door and got out.
With a swift movent, he shot off like an arrow, leaving only a blur as he sped away into the distance.
The captain secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out the person in that car was an imposter.
It was a false alarm.
I almost thought I was really going to lose my job.
Just as he was feeling relieved, Kujo Hiroharu's gaze fell upon him.
"You must be Masai Ichiro, right?"
The cold voice made the captain's heart skip a beat.
He imdiately ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ bowed, lowering his posture even further, his voice filled with respect and fear.
"Yes, Lord Hongzhi."
He was sowhat surprised that Lord Hongzhi knew the na of soone as insignificant as himself.
Perhaps... this is an honor?
Kujo Hiroharu asked casually, as if chatting about everyday matters.
"How long have you been the patrol captain?"
"It's been three years, Lord Hongzhi."
Masai Ichiro answered honestly.
Hiroharu Kujo nodded, as if he was thinking about sothing.
"It's been three years..."
He repeated it, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.
"It's not short."
"Have you been standing here every day for the past three years?"
"Yes, Lord Hongzhi." Ma Yiyilang felt increasingly uneasy, but dared not hide anything. "Your subordinate has been diligent and conscientious, and dared not slack off in the slightest."
A strange smile suddenly appeared on Kujo Hiroharu's face.
"Diligent and conscientious?"
He shook his head, his voice still calm, yet carrying a chilling undertone.
"It's been three years, and they've still let such a suspicious vehicle leave."
"That's incredibly incompetent."
I'm very disappointed in you.
Masai Ichiro's expression froze instantly.
He realized sothing was wrong.
The anxiety that had just subsided returned to its throat.
"Thump!"
His legs buckled, and without hesitation, he knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold ground.
"Your Majesty Hongzhi! Your subordinate knows he was wrong!"
"I was just careless for a mont! I was intimidated by that imposter's imposing manner!"
"Please give another chance! I will definitely make ands! Please!"
However, Kujo Hiroji no longer looked at him.
It was as if Masai Ichiro on the ground was just an eyesore.
He slowly took his phone out of his pocket, bent down and fiddled with it. The light from the screen reflected on his face, making his indifference even more apparent.
"Drag him away and execute him."
The calm command ca out of his mouth in a light, airy voice.
“Our Kujo family doesn’t need such trash.”
Masai Ichiro's mind went blank with a "buzz".
Suddenly it felt like the sky had fallen.
The last imposter only made him lose his job.
As it turned out, this real Kujo Hiroharu was the one who wanted his own life!
"No! No! Lord Hongzhi!"
He completely broke down, howling like a mad dog and frantically kowtowing.
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please spare my life! I don't want to die!"
Two guards standing not far away walked over, expressionless, grabbed his arms, and were about to drag him away.
"Let go! Let go!"
Masai Ichiro struggled frantically, kicking his legs wildly on the ground, trying to break free of his restraints.
He used all his strength to reach out to Kujo Hiroji inside the car, his face covered in snot and tears.
"Lord Hiroji! Please spare my dog's life for the sake of all the years I've served the Kujo family!"
"I'll never do it again! Please!"
However, from beginning to end, Kujo Hiroharu never looked up at him again.
His gaze remained fixed on his phone screen.
It was as if the heart-wrenching pleas and cries outside were nothing more than the annoying chirping of cicadas.
His fingers slid across the screen at a leisurely pace, as if he were browsing so interesting news.
Masai Ichiro's cries grew fainter and fainter until they were finally dragged into the darkness and disappeared completely.
The entire entrance was once again deathly silent.
Hiroji Kujo stopped swiping on his phone.
He clicked on a video.
In the video, a woman is tied to a chair and screams in terror.
A man holding a whip walked towards her with a sinister grin.
A satisfied yet morbid smile curved at the corners of Kujo Hiroji's mouth.
He leaned back in the soft chair, adjusted to a comfortable position, and began to quietly appreciate the view.
at the sa ti.
The car carrying Caesar and the other three sped along the mountain road.
After successfully leaving the Kujo family, the group breathed a sigh of relief.
Karen rested his thick arm on the car window, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, and the irritable and violent look on his face dissipated considerably.
He glanced at "Kujo Hiroharu" in the back seat through the rearview mirror, who was resting with his eyes closed, and said with a hint of reluctant admiration.
"Hey, Mr. Star of Change."
"Your trick really works."
"I admit, I underestimated you before."
Zhou Huai didn't even lift his eyelids, showing no intention of paying any attention to this sycophant.
Polina, who was in his arms, stirred slightly, her soft, boneless body pressing even closer to him.
Zhou Huai frowned almost imperceptibly and nudged the soft, fragrant body in his arms.
"Ms. Polina, we're out now."
"Can you let go now?"
Polina opened her alluring eyes, looked up at him, and spoke in a voice so sweet it could drip water.
"Is that not allowed?"
"Your chest is quite firm, can I lean on it for a little while longer?"
Zhou Huai ruthlessly pushed her away slightly again, maintaining a delicate distance.
"no."
"That's a different price."
Upon hearing this, Polina was not angry at all. Instead, she giggled, her full breasts heaving with each laugh, making Karen and Kujo Kazuya in the front row envious.
However, at that mont...
Kujo Kazuya, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly and was in a state of high tension, looked as if he had seen sothing extrely terrifying.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his hands gripping the steering wheel began to tremble violently.
"What's wrong?"
Polina was the first to notice his unusual behavior.
Kujo Kazuya didn't answer; his lips trembled, and his eyes were fixed on the rearview mirror.
Karen turned around impatiently.
"What's wrong with you now?"
He followed Kujou Kazuya's gaze and looked in the rearview mirror.
Upon looking at it, his pupils also contracted sharply.
Hundreds of ters behind their car, a black figure was seen running at an incredible speed.
The man did not take the road, but instead traversed between steep mountain walls and dense forests.
His figure moved across the mountainside as if it were flat ground, each step leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the hard rock, his speed no slower than that of a speeding car.
The distance is being rapidly reduced!
"What the hell is that?"
Kujo Kazuya's voice was tense.
"It seems to be... Lord Akiyama!"
"It's my uncle's personal bodyguard, Lord Akiyama has caught up!"
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