Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 343 - 262: Messenger of the Devil

"Enough!"

Asahara Shoko slamd the table forcefully. His roar carried a certain weight, and his small eyes set in a broad face reflected a cold light, making direct eye contact with him especially terrifying.

"I didn’t call you here to listen to you flatter !"

He pounded the long table, ordering his subordinates to provide solutions and questioning who was responsible for liaising with the investors. He hadn’t heard any whispers about it before!

The usually arrogant core mbers were now like quails, huddling silently with their heads down.

Asahara Shoko decided to point directly, supporting himself on the table and turning to his right-hand person, the "Foreign Minister"—yes, he had divided the sect into governnt departnts, giving each key mber a title.

"This... financial matters should be handled by the Finance Minister."

"I only manage the collection and disbursent of funds. Liaising with investors should be the responsibility of the Minister of Internal Affairs."

"What a joke! I’m already overwheld with daily internal affairs. This sort of thing should be handled by the Secretary General!"

Everyone passed the buck, and Asahara Shoko’s face grew increasingly grim. He had already made up his mind—whoever didn’t do their job would be executed.

However, the core mbers passed the buck around, implying that this issue should be directly handled by the Sect Hierarch himself.

Unable to bear it any longer, Asahara Shoko decided to pick one he didn’t like and execute them.

At this mont, Minamoto Tamako suddenly raised her small hand, indicating she would preside over justice. As an outsider, she could objectively point out the problems!

Fujiwara Homare was startled and hurriedly tugged on her sleeve, but she remained unmoved, still holding up her small hand with an expression of "I have an opinion."

Asahara Shoko beca interested, thinking, indeed she was the well-born daughter of the Kujo Family, displaying boldness and insight: "Alright, then tell , whose problem is this..."

"Of course, it’s your problem!"

Minamoto Tamako said loudly, "I’ve heard it all. Everyone is working, but you’re the only one who’s been doing nothing! Moreover, the doctrines you initially set do not align with social morals and violate Japan’s laws. For Aum Truth Sect to develop to this state, you, as the Hierarch, bear the primary responsibility!"

Indeed, she just couldn’t stand slackers!

Regardless of whether it’s irresponsible criminal police or a capricious, wretched Hierarch, in her eyes, they’re all the sa parasites!

Fujiwara Homare’s face turned white with fright. On the way here, upon hearing Asahara Shoko’s order to "kill without rcy," he had already realized that the sect mbers here were all ruthless murderers.

Even though he, as the sole heir of the Fujiwara family, was destined to beco a transcendent being in the future, for now, he was still just a mortal of flesh and blood, so it was wise to keep a low profile...

Clearly, Asahara Shoko did not expect Minamoto Tamako to say such words publicly. He glanced around and found that none of the core mbers spoke up to help rebut Minamoto Tamako. His face instantly turned a shade like pig liver, exclaiming "Good, good, good!" three tis in a row!

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew a handgun from his waist. The gold-plated appearance looked heavy. The core mber sitting to his right widened his eyes, just about to beg for rcy, when he pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet’s montum blew off the skullcap, splattering brain matter across the table.

As the smoke at the gun’s muzzle was yet to clear, Asahara Shoko stood up. The devout believers seated below also stood up, all with rifles slung over their shoulders, staring silently at those around the long table.

"Good kill!"

One of the core mbers clapped, "This bastard deserved it!"

The remaining core mbers followed suit, counting the dead’s sins, blaming the investor withdrawal entirely on the deceased Foreign Minister.

Asahara Shoko nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Minamoto Tamako, who was clenching her fists. Just as he was about to say sothing, there was a loud bang, and the hall door was suddenly kicked open.

The newcor whistled, scanning the room, "Quite lively, huh."

The hall fell strangely silent for two seconds. One of the core mbers was the first to react, suggesting this guy might be the "Ghost" responsible for arresting people.

Asahara Shoko’s lips twitched, and he suddenly pounded the table with laughter. The sect’s core mbers joined in, all laughing boisterously, even the believers below grinned broadly.

They all laughed for two or three minutes, and then Asahara Shoko wiped away a tear with his thumb, using a tone like coaxing a child, asking who sent the dog-headed man.

If he confessed honestly, the Hierarch might forgive his great disrespect.

The dog-headed man scratched his neck, the mask seeming a bit tight. His gaze landed on Minamoto Tamako beside the long table, paused for a second, then asked, "Aren’t you going to run?"

Upon hearing this, Asahara Shoko grinned again.

He was about to mockingly retort when the dog-headed man suddenly removed a grenade pin, lightly tossed it forward, then swiftly leapt out of the hall, his actions smooth as flowing water.

As everyone watched, the grenade drew a parabolic arc in the air, finally landing on the aisle in the center of the hall, rolling around with a clatter.

"Get down!"

One believer pounced onto it, pressing down on the grenade with their body.

In the next second, there was a loud explosion, and the believer burst into the air half a ter, the floor trembling violently, a fog of blood spread out, lingering for half a second before the body crashed heavily to the ground.

Asahara Shoko erupted in anger, imdiately commanding believers to capture the intruder, dead or alive.

Minamoto Tamako and Fujiwara Homare had shrunk under the table, the latter whispering, "That guy seems like Mr. Fushimi... The voice is exactly the sa, even the coat he’s wearing is the sa style, right?"