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These two people knew that Hashimoto Kanna was already favored by the upper management of the club and had the potential to make a debut, but they had to go through more qualifications.

The two of them, like Hashimoto Kanna, have been in this Vanity Fair since childhood, and are idol candidates cultivated by the club.

Opportunities wait for no one.

"I am willing!"

"I would too!"

Hashimoto Kanna, who was still reserved, frowned and glanced at the impatient two people without leaving any trace.

Ah……

She also understood that she had put too much pressure on the two of them and gathered too much spotlight.

She was rosy and delicate as if she was shy, and she spoke softly with a hint of coyness.

"Everything is subject to Miss Fujima's arrangements."

Saito Asuka and Oguri Yuyi's faces turned dark when they heard the tone of the tea talk.

I'm broken, and I've been tricked by this smelly green tea again.

Faced with the overt and covert fighting between the three of them, Misaki Fujimaki happily glanced at Miss Ayase, whose face became increasingly embarrassed.

So, she is really not in a hurry at all...

Neon Congress Hall, corridor.

Salvatore Angeleria, the top leader of the U.S. Army in Japan.

Lieutenant General Ying Jiang, who used to be able to walk sideways all over Neon, now had a smile on his face.

Beside him, Aoki Kawaguchi was sweating profusely and taking small steps to keep up with the lieutenant general.

He paid attention to the corridor. Many neon officials passing by looked at them with surprised and interesting eyes.

In the past, the attitude of being respectful and bowing when seeing Salvatore has now become a clown, or in other words, an atmosphere of hostility.

In other words, it seems that the dog raised by Daddy Yingjiang is almost ready to bite its owner!

He knew the reason very well.

Inari Omikami, the true god...

Just thinking about the earth-shattering divine power that can change the world in an instant, Aoki Kawaguchi felt an extreme feeling of regret.

It seems that I pressed the wrong treasure...

But, who knew that Neon, who was suppressed by Daddy Yingjiang, now has the capital to turn around and become the master?

It can be said that this big incident in Neon really sounded the alarm for Ling Yingjiang, the world policeman.

If it is not handled well, the position of the world's hegemon will be a bit hot on the butt...

True God is not so easy to deal with...

Salvatore's eyes became a little gloomy as he thought about it.

That monstrous movement seemed to destroy the world, and he was not blind.

With that level of expressiveness, you don't have to be too cruel. You just need to ask the true god to go to Yingjiang. Let's see how many strong bones the Yingjiang regime has left?

As for fighting this true god to the death?

Salvatore's heart was trembling.

What kind of evil demon is that? The Pomo Demon?

This thing alone is more terrifying than the ultimate weapon of mankind. As a result, the true god here took it effortlessly and suppressed it easily.

How can this be a dead end?

Even if they know that the country's industrial level can be exported continuously in a short period of time, no one dares to act rashly without knowing the background of this true god.

Therefore, after receiving urgent instructions from his country, Salvatore set off directly to test.

He knows very well what kind of virtue Neon people are, how can he allow Neon to stand up?

If it turns over, the unlucky one will be Yingjiang...

After all, Devouring the Lord, the following offenses are an old tradition of Neon.

After arriving at the assembly hall, the Minister of Foreign Affairs happened to be saying something to the bureaucrats sitting below.

Seeing Salvatore pushing the door open, the Foreign Minister was surprised at first, but then smiled.

Isn't this just a coincidence...

As soon as he talked about how to deal with the problem of the Neon Garrison, the top leader of the garrison came to the door himself.

Chapter 213: Foreign Minister bravely wins a group!

Salvatore frowned.

He didn't like the look in these cheap guys' eyes at the moment.

As a standard white supremacist racist, he has never regarded the Neon People as equals.

You bastard, do you deserve our respect?

Facing Salvatore's cold gaze, the Foreign Minister did not take it seriously.

Instead, he hurried over very affectionately.

The affectionate look made it seem as if the white daddy was still there across the street, and the white uncle who suppressed the neon lights was still there.

But Salvatore was even more angry.

I saw that the foreign minister no longer had the respectful posture of crouching and trotting, and no longer had the humble and flattering bending movements.

This is... I don’t want to pretend it anymore...

He sneered as he watched this bitch come forward, not wanting to pay attention to his far reaching out hand to shake hands.

"Isn't this General Salvatore? I just want to visit you!"

"Visit me?"

Salvatore suppressed his anger and whispered hoarsely.

"You should know that our garrison base does not allow outsiders to enter."

"Of course! You are right!"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs laughed loudly, and the bureaucrats in the room below also laughed.

"So we thought..."

After a deliberate pause, seeing that the other person was unwilling to shake hands, he shrugged, then began to straighten his tie, and even wiped his hands with a towel, as if he had touched something dirty just now.

Salvatore's eyes became colder.

When he came to the lieutenant general, the foreign minister showed no fear at all, and his smiling expression made him brave.

"We would like to ask your garrison to leave this sacred land. I believe that the garrison soldiers should also miss their hometown very much. You see, we Neon people are always so considerate. Are you right..."

Salvatore quickly took a few deep breaths, fearing that he might not be able to control his temper.

"...Are you kidding me?"

"joke?"

The Foreign Minister's face suddenly darkened, and the friendly expression that had been smiling just now was gone.

They have been stationed in the army for a long time.

Why don't we drive out these moths while the true God's remaining power can still shock the world, and keep them in the eyes of God?

Although this move will anger Yingjiang and will not lead to direct physical sanctions, they are not afraid of economic sanctions.

In the past, the fear of Yingjiang was nothing more than the restriction of force, and he could only do some small business under Yingjiang's nose, and he had to be controlled by others.

But now it is different.

Once contact is restricted by force, who should we do business with?

With the support of the true god, he is so arrogant!

Therefore, the Foreign Minister’s concentrated response is completely justified.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Facing this jackal's counterattack, Salvatore refused to give in even a step.

God?

If the true God cared about you, he would have come out to stand up for you long ago!

They are indeed afraid, but the object of fear is not the Neon Man!

If you think about it this way, it seems that a true god does not necessarily have to belong to this group of bastards...

Salvatore's thinking pattern suddenly changed slightly.

Immediately, he replied with a smile.

"I like this joke, sir, but jokes never stand the test. You have to understand that our troops are stationed to protect your safety. Naturally, we will not rest assured until you have no ability to protect yourself.

As we all know, our country is a peace-loving country. "

After saying that, he ignored the livid look on the Foreign Minister's face and arrogantly left the place with Aoki Kawaguchi who was so scared that he turned into a quail.

Neon's attitude has been tested.

But he had a new idea.

The true God, I don’t know who he belongs to...

Ha ha……

In a hidden conference room, Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga happily enjoyed the farce.

He was about to say something, but his cronies came in a hurry.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, Misaki Fujimaki wants to see you!"

Misaki Fujimaki?

Yoshihide Suga frowned and thought about this unfamiliar name.

He is busy gathering power for His Highness the First Prince. That guy Taro Aso does have much better political resources than himself.

"No, please go back."

"But……"

The short confidant wanted to speak but stopped, and stopped talking but wanted to.

I feel that Yoshihide Suga should not miss this good opportunity.

"She said she had a beautiful gift to present to His Highness the First Prince..."

Oh?

Yoshihide Suga became interested instantly.

There is no need to rush to win over the bureaucrats, but the eldest prince's affairs must be his first priority...

Chiba, Takasaka Residence.

Daisuke Kosaka was still lamenting the changes in the world, and failed to notice that his daughter was quite absent-minded.

From time to time, Miss Kirino would turn her gaze to the figure not far away.

That rascal……

Gritting his silver teeth, he realized that even though the guy came back, he didn't say a word to him.

Very good, tonight’s life discussion, I have to give him a hard blow!

However, after saying that, Kirino-san lay down on her small bed angrily and fell asleep in a daze.

However, after a while, his breathing quickened and he doubled up with a red face.