I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"Don't, please, please, please, no, don't talk, talk, talk..."

Sitting on the left side of the white coat, the bodyguard in a black suit with a big waist and a thick back, with a pale face, cold sweat on his forehead, chattering teeth, stammered.

His butt subconsciously moved towards the car door, and one hand could not help but press on the bulging lower back.

The burly bodyguard in a black suit sitting on the right could not hide the horror in his eyes, and his body was almost pressed against the right door.

There was a lot of space on the left and right sides of the white coats sitting in the back row.

This is a serious dereliction of duty for the two black-suit bodyguards.

According to the past practice of bringing guests to meet the master, not only must they be searched in advance, but they must also wear black hoods and handcuffs before getting in the car. In the car, they should also be tightly sandwiched between two big men in black suits to monitor whether there is any abnormality.

However, this time the guest was not human at all, under the black hood, there was no doubt some kind of monster!

Sitting in the same carriage with it is like putting your head into the lion's open bloody mouth or jumping into a pond full of crocodiles, which is instinctively full of fear.

Even if the other party is handcuffed, they both wear pistols and they don't feel the slightest sense of security.

"Kurosaki-kun, is the air conditioner in this car turned on too low? Look how frozen these two bodyguards are."

Wearing a black mask, the white coat whose face could not be seen clearly, hissed and laughed hoarsely.

The two bodyguards in black suits felt a chill again, as if some kind of slippery and cold reptile crawled from their collars to their necks, their faces were extremely ugly.

"Sir (teacher), please don't scare them, they will be here soon."

Wearing white gloves on both hands, the elderly silver-haired driver who was driving a black luxury car looked at the rearview mirror and said calmly.

The driver uses the word "sir", but the word "sir" also means teacher in Japanese, and it is generally used as a respectful title for teachers, doctors, advocates, writers and other professions that educate and save people.

"Ah."

The black luxury car drove steadily on the road and drove into Chiyoda District.

Chiyoda District is the political and cultural center of Japan. The National Assembly, the Senate and House of Representatives, the office buildings of various ministries, the Supreme Court and even the Imperial Palace are all located in Chiyoda District.

Naturally, there were quite a few patrolling police officers at the intersection in Chiyoda District, but as soon as they saw the license plate of the black luxury car, they immediately moved away respectfully and out of the way.

The black luxury car drove into a magnificent Japanese garden in Chiyoda District.

This Japanese-style garden occupies a huge area. It not only has traditional rockery ponds, Buddhist halls, and cemeteries, but also modern architectural facilities such as miniature Kowafu stadiums and small parks. The Chiyoda District, just this piece of land is an astronomical figure.

The black luxury car passed through checkpoints at the gate of the manor, and finally drove into the main house.

With a black hood on his face in a white coat and handcuffs on his hands, he was taken out of the car and pushed by a trembling bodyguard in a black suit, about to go inside.

"Don't forget to take out the potted plants in the trunk." The white coat said.

The silver-haired butler named Herosaki nodded, and another bodyguard in a black suit opened the trunk and took out a potted plant containing a small tree.

Then everyone walked into the main house. Although the manor was full of patrolling security guards and busy servants, there was no one in the main house.

The white coat was brought into the tea room on the second floor, butler Kurosaki waved his hand, and the two bodyguards in black suits hurriedly retreated from the tea room as if they had been pardoned.

"Can you take off the hood now?"

"Okay, I'll unlock the handcuffs for you now." Butler Kurosaki took out a key in his hand and walked over.

But the white coat had stretched out his right hand, and took off the black hood, revealing a snake face covered with white scales.

With the other hand, he handed over the intact silver handcuffs that were still closed.

"Don't be so troublesome next time, and you all know that this kind of toy is useless to me."

Butler Kurosaki took the handcuffs without changing his expression.

"This is a necessary rule for meeting the master, please understand, sir."

"If it makes you feel at ease, it doesn't matter." Teacher Big Snake spat out the forked snake letter and smiled.

Butler Kurosaki placed the potted plant behind Mr. Orochi, bowed, and walked backwards out of the tea room.

"Please wait a moment, the master is still resting, I'll see if the master is awake."

On the tea table in the tea room, there are exquisitely made bone china tea sets. Teacher Dashe is very familiar with finding out the tea leaves, boiling hot water, making tea with skillful movements, rinsing and washing the tea sets, brewing tea, pouring tea, and serving He poured himself a cup of steaming tea.

"A cold-blooded monster like me still wants something hot. Kihara-kun, do you want it too?"

The small tree in the potted plant sprouted branches, and the branches were intertwined and twisted together, forming a green monster like a treant, standing behind Mr. Big Snake.

"Teacher, I only drink water."

"It's a pity, the tea ceremony culture of human beings is actually very good."

Teacher Orochi sipped the hot tea, his eyes swept across the tea room.

The tea room was naturally arranged with great care. Some of the calligraphy and paintings framed and hung on the walls were obviously made by famous people, but the most conspicuous thing was a banner hanging in the middle, with four Chinese characters crookedly written on it: one percent.

These four characters are written crookedly due to lack of strength, let alone a famous calligrapher, even compared with an ordinary person who has practiced calligraphy for a few months, it looks very special when placed in a tea room full of famous calligraphy and paintings wink.

"One percent?"

"This is the first time you have come to this house, so it is the first time you have seen this framed painting..."

Butler Kurosaki had already pushed the wheelchair over.

Sitting in a wheelchair was an old man wearing a dark black Wu suit and holding a wooden stick in his hand. This old man was too old, with white beard and hair, and large age spots on his face that couldn't be concealed by folds. Ninety years old.

Every breath the old man exhaled carried an extremely rotten stench.

"Although there are 100 million people in this country, it doesn't mean that everyone is one billionth of this country."

"One billionth, one ten thousandth, one hundredth, ordinary people can only become one billionth if they work like cattle and horses; as for whether it is one ten thousandth, it is doomed from the moment they are born .”

But his eyes are not like the dying old man, but full of bottomless greed.

"One percent is the emperor of this country! It's really unfair that an emperor like this old man who owns one percent of this country has to die like those untouchables who are not even one percent in a billion. .Right?"

"So, Big Snake, how are you preparing for the immortality you promised me?"