The discordant chirping of insects at night played a dissonant tune. The moonlight in the early hours was eerily cold, like the prologue of a horror movie. The evening breeze rustled through the forest trees, creating a whispering sound.
“Miss Feng, what are you so anxious about?”
Taoka Group Leader Ishida Ryuichi saw Feng Na pacing back and forth in the courtyard in her high heels, and couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
Feng Na possessed a breathtaking beauty that left a lasting impression, yet Ishida Ryuichi had never considered Feng Na a beautiful young girl; rather, he saw her as a monster wearing human skin.
“Another thirty minutes have passed. Is there still no movement from Mount Asama?”
Feng Na raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the phone in Ishida Ryuichi’s hand.
“No activity detected. Aside from our people, there’s no one on the mountain. What connection does Mount Asama actually have with the Tsukiyuki family?”
“Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t know.”
At 5:30 in the morning, the sun slowly leaped over the eastern horizon, piercing through the darkness with light.
Seeing the sunlight again, Feng Na couldn’t help but smile. So far, there were still no issues. Mount Asama was deserted; the entire mountain had nothing worth noting except for the ornamental castle.
“And now?”
“Same as before. Only my men are on the mountain.”
“Have your men pack up and get ready to move.”
Perhaps she was overthinking. If she waited just a bit longer, Tsukiyuki Rio would receive her deserved punishment, and she herself would successfully monopolize Gao Sijin’s entire life. Their genes would completely merge, and then she could tirelessly put her love for him into action. The woman who had given birth to the most children in the world had sixty-nine kids; Feng Na felt she could definitely break that record. She also wondered whether Brother Sijin would prefer her adult self or her still-in-middle-school self by then.
Even though it was illegal, so-called laws only mattered if you got caught; if no one discovered it, it wasn’t really illegal.
“Brother Sijin, please wait a little longer for me. I’ll come pick you up and take you home soon, and then we’ll spend the rest of our lives together, along with sister.”
Feng Na drove her car, positioned at the very rear of the Taoka Group convoy. If danger arose, she could immediately sell out these yakuza members and make a quick getaway.
There was definitely no problem.
She repeated this to herself over and over in her mind, as if doing so countless times would make defeating Tsukiyuki Rio an established fact.
At 6:30, the final group of climbers reported back. Same as before, there was still no activity on the mountain.
Now on Mount Asama, the Taoka Group along with its subordinate and allied forces numbered over thirty thousand. Many remnants of the Kira Group and Shokaku Society also came to claim a share of the spoils, hoping to make a good impression before Tokyo Godmother Feng Na.
However, without anyone to keep them in check, they were like a pack of merry mad dogs—boisterous and chaotic. Some were spoiling for a fight, brawling in groups; others played poker; some simply laid out a banquet and got dead drunk. Some went even further, littering the beautiful environment of Mount Asama, defecating and urinating everywhere, like a cancer in the forest.
Most of the troublemakers were from the cannon-fodder units that had gone up the mountain earlier.
One senior cadre armed with an automatic rifle couldn’t stand it any longer and fired a warning shot into the sky:
“Tokyo Godmother will be arriving soon. Look at yourselves! Let me tell you, this assignment to Mount Asama is not for you to mess around. We have a mission, so keep quiet!”
But as soon as he finished speaking, someone spat at him. A Mohawk-wearing man in a black leather jacket said with a cocky swagger:
“Shut your mouth, old man. You think having a gun makes you something special? Stop acting tough. If you’ve got the guts, shoot at us, coward!”
Bang!
A gunshot rang out from the distance. In the next second, a bullet pierced through the center of the Mohawk’s forehead. His eyes remained wide open, still full of defiance, as if even in death he hadn’t realized he’d died. His face was covered in blood, and as he collapsed onto the lawn, a small red river flowed from the bullet wound.
All the yakuza members turned their gaze to the same spot. A blonde beauty wrapped in a red qipao stood holding a pistol in one hand—it was from her gun that the bullet had come. The drunkards instantly sobered up; the card players wished they could swallow their playing cards; the ones who were just brawling became as docile as elementary school students.
As it turned out, having a gun really did make you something special.
“Those who don’t obey will be shot. There is no law on Mount Asama, and you are not citizens protected by any law,” Feng Na said coldly. “Dispose of his body, then follow me and obey my orders.”
In the face of absolute violence and slaughter, everyone chose to obediently comply. Ishida Ryuichi was long accustomed to Feng Na’s methods. The reason she could become the Tokyo Godmother was not only because she had manipulated the minds of three major gang leaders, but also because she acted ruthlessly and decisively, never treating humans as humans, but as domesticated animals to be enslaved.
Under the oppressive atmosphere, the noise ceased, and everyone fell silent.
Those who possessed guns numbered nearly three thousand. They herded the rest like prisoners of war, following Feng Na’s pace. The people behind her didn’t even dare to glance at her pert buttocks and her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, because almost any man who had seen them, other than Gao Sijin, had had his eyes gouged out and fed to dogs.
“The coordinates are getting closer…”
At 6:55, Feng Na arrived at the coordinate location ahead of time.
This was the coordinate given earlier by Dr. Hououin. Feng Na ordered her subordinates to stand by and activated a concealment field she had secretly developed on her own, hiding the yakuza members to prevent them from being seen by the Law Enforcement Department of the Time Management Bureau.
At exactly 7:00, without a single second’s deviation, the sky bloomed with a blue light. The beam shone straight down onto an open area near Feng Na. One after another, illusory human figures began to gradually solidify. These people were cold-faced enforcers of the law; even within the Time Management Bureau, no one wanted to work with the Law Enforcement Department.
But in order to thoroughly eliminate Tsukiyuki Rio, she had to borrow their power.
Suddenly, Feng Na furrowed her delicate brows. The blue light instantly turned red.
Feng Na immediately shouted towards the forest behind her:
“Open fire on the red beam in the clearing! Hurry!”
Bullets sprayed out like dense raindrops, the fierce gunfire as if intending to turn the people within the beam into sieves.
At the same time, Feng Na quickly dodged away from that light.
These were not friendly visitors.
As the illusionary figures gradually became clear, Feng Na saw a torture device from the future—the Iron Maiden.
The phantoms finally materialized. More than twenty men and women in uniform, faces cold, appeared in the deep forest, showing no extra expression. Not a single bullet had harmed them; it was as if an invisible force field stood before them, blocking all bullets.
In the midst of them stood a robot resembling a coffin. Its belly door was wide open, and mechanical arms equipped with sharp claws flew out one after another, rushing toward Feng Na’s position.
