"Young master is here to crash the place!"
In that instant, countless eyes turned toward the entrance, even the monk forgot to chant.
A breeze with moisture blew in, changing the atmosphere of mourning inside, as the young man brimming with energy behaved quite rudely.
"Who are you?"
"Where did this brat co from!"
"You tired of living?"
Several bald tough guys rushed out, ready to pounce.
But as they took a few steps closer and saw the woman he was holding, their bodies suddenly stiffened.
At the sa ti, the attendees also recognized Kawashima Miki, making the Buddhist temple unusually quiet. The monks, who were performing rituals, exchanged glances and quietly retreated with their wooden fish.
The undercover Kasahara Fumi’s eyes swept across Kawashima Miki’s face.
An incredulous expression briefly appeared on her cold face, but she quickly regained her composure, showing no hint of surprise.
Facing the gazes, Fujiwara Reya held Kawashima Miki, swaggering directly toward the empty coffin, a smile that was neither vulgar nor elegant constantly on his lips.
Kitagawa Takaki looked at the woman in his arms with surprise and ran over with a worried expression: "Master Fujiwara, you..."
"Mr. Kitahara, please step outside." Fujiwara Reya instructed.
His eyes were bright, his expression firm, exuding a calming steadiness.
Kitagawa Takaki stopped talking and quietly withdrew to the entrance.
Left in the Buddhist temple were many political and business figures, most of them stunned by this shocking turn of events, including the bald tough guys. Among them, Hiraki Niro was likely the most bewildered and upset.
Beside the coffin, a man in a white shirt quickly stepped forward, blocking Fujiwara Reya: "Please leave!"
He was about 1.85 ters tall, with his hair tied in a ponytail, eyebrows long and beautifully arched, features handso enough to be a movie actor.
"And who is this?" Fujiwara Reya looked down at Kawashima Miki.
The man’s gaze also turned to Kawashima Miki, an unmistakable surprise in his eyes.
"...It’s none of my business!" Kawashima Miki hopelessly covered her face.
"I am Tsuchiya Kazuma, the new leader of the Black Spider Group." The man slightly bowed, assuming a lower posture, "May I ask if there’s so misunderstanding?"
"New boss?" Fujiwara Reya’s eyes narrowed, an inherent murderous intent emanating from him.
Tsuchiya Kazuma sensed the killing intent.
In an instant, he lifted his head, their gazes clashing in the air like lightning.
This silent confrontation imdiately inford all the guests in the temple that the two might have conflicts. But what none of them knew was where this arrogant, presumptuous youth ca from. This was, after all, the Black Spider’s stronghold, and today was both the funeral of the forr leader and the inauguration of the new one; his solo provocation could easily lead to death...
"I know you, Fujiwara Reya!" Tsuchiya Kazuma murmured, temporarily averting his gaze while targeting Kawashima Miki: "Sister-in-law, is such behavior not excessive at Brother’s funeral?"
Kawashima Miki furrowed her brows, her little hand clutching her face tightly balled into a fist.
She wished she could punch Tsuchiya Kazuma’s head in, then do the sa to Fujiwara Reya, erasing them both from existence.
The bald tough guys nearby also gathered to curse.
"President Hiraki just passed away, how can Sister-in-law act like this..."
"Too much!"
"Harlot!"
"Why doesn’t this slut just die..."
"Today’s the inauguration of President Tsuchiya, couldn’t you hold out for a couple of days no matter how desperate you are..."
The ten or so people shouted curses, and even those guests who intended to remain neutral began to feel indignant.
"This is truly excessive..."
"The forr president’s wife is beautiful but turns out to be such a woman..."
"It’s because she’s beautiful, that’s why she lures n everywhere..."
The buzzing noises around, Kawashima Miki was trembling with anger.
As a woman being called a harlot and a slut to her face, it was the most vicious humiliation. Yet, what she was doing left her with no confidence to refute, forcing her to hide her face in Fujiwara Reya’s embrace, clenching her jaw and lips tightly to hold back her tears.
Fujiwara Reya felt her trembling and held her a bit tighter.
In her powerless state, Kawashima Miki clutched his collar and commanded, "Make them shut up!"
"You got it~"
Fujiwara Reya set her down, rubbed her cheeks with both hands, and then walked up to the loudest bald man earlier.
"Kid, you’re asking for it!"
The bald man stepped forward, his burly figure blocking Fujiwara Reya like a wall, trying to stop him.
But Fujiwara Reya didn’t halt his steps; instead, he backhanded a slap.
A loud smack echoed in the Buddhist temple, teeth and blood flying, and the burly bald man stumbled backward, knocking over an incense burner and two wreaths before crashing against the coffin, causing the portrait to fall to the ground.
"Huh?"
"What?"
This instantly stirred everyone, and the remaining bald n, shocked, clamored to surround him.
"You still dare act like this!"
"You dare hit soone after doing sothing wrong..."
"Beat these shaless people to death!"
The quickest bald guy rushed from behind, grabbing Fujiwara Reya’s arm to apply force. Fujiwara Reya countered with a swift grab, yanking his arm, sending the man spinning through the air and crashing heavily against the temple’s large door.
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