Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

Although she, Xia Qing, is not a kind person, she still has the most basic kindness and morality.

If she had to watch a familiar person die inexplicably at the hands of bad people without reaching out to rescue her, her conscience would be unbearable.

The two Japanese-speaking guys were very familiar with the circular area on the top floor. Although each door looked almost the same, it did not affect their freedom of movement.

Xia Qing followed from a distance without getting too close. She waited until the two of them entered the door and then appeared in a flash. She groped to the door and listened with bated breath.

From inside the door, the sound of conversation could be faintly heard. Special soundproofing materials were added to the door panel and wall, so that the sound existed intermittently, but it was indistinguishable.

Xia Qing pushed the door with her hand, and the door unexpectedly opened a narrow gap. In the large and luxurious room, Jun Qi curled his lips and smiled, with cold black eyes that were bottomless. He sat on the leather sofa chair.

Ran sat firmly, and behind him stood a dozen expressionless men, standing in scattered directions like stars and moons. They were all tall and as muscular as leopards. They seemed careless, but in fact they occupied the most powerful positions.

A perfect position to launch an attack.

This kind of Jun Qi is totally not the one Xia Qing is familiar with.

The powerful sense of oppression emanating from his body perfectly controlled the entire audience. Although he was smiling, there was no sense of frivolity. The majesty emanating from his soul easily made people afraid to interact with him.

The feeling of being stared at, no matter how many people are around you, you can still easily capture everyone's attention, and you are born to be the center of attention.

The two men had smiles on their faces. One of them used his not very proficient Chinese to please, "We feel extremely honored that Jun-sang is coming to Tokyo this time. Please accept our hospitality. If you have any questions,

If you have any needs, you can put them forward at any time and we will try our best to meet them.”

Xia Qing was startled, and her heart beat unnaturally.

Tokyo? Isn’t this the Emgrand Building? Why are we suddenly in Japan?

Jun Qi's eyes were indifferent, with a hint of contempt that was not deliberately concealed, making him seem to have a sense of inaccessible distance.

The person closest to him at the station was Rong Shisan, whom Xia Qing had met once at the airport. On such occasions, Rong Shisan has become Jun Qi's spokesperson, responsible for handling all the garbage that Young Master Jun doesn't want to pay attention to, "

We are not interested in this business. The strength of the Yamaguchi-gumi is far from meeting the minimum requirements of my young master. Negotiating business with a small organization like yours will lower the overall quality of the Jun family’s business partners. Therefore, Mr. Ito might as well try to talk to

You can also get the newly requested goods by contacting the second-level secret line in Southeast Asia, or from them."

Xia Qing's heart beat violently again, and all the information about Japan's Yamaguchi-gumi popped up in her mind.

The Yamaguchi-gumi? Japan's largest gang, recognized by the country, is extremely powerful, has influence all over the country, and has intricate roots. The current fourth-generation gang leader seems to be named Ito - Ito Misaki.

Could it be that this middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a cold face, is the famous Yamaguchi-gumi boss on the road?