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"Mr. Hatoyama, you are about to face a great calamity!"
Chapter 223 The Poisoned Person
"Mr. Hatoyama, you are about to face a great calamity!"
Yukio Hatoyama was taken aback for a moment, then laughed:
"I understand what you're saying..."
Wang Anzhi interrupted him, "No, Mr. Hatoyama, I am not threatening you, but simply stating this to you."
Yukio Hatoyama, recalling what Wang Anzhi had just said about Japanese mythology, vaguely realized something and tentatively said:
"Mr. Wang, are you referring to the Hebi-hachi family of Japan?"
"Oh, Mr. Hatoyama, are you also familiar with the Snake-Headed Eight Families?" Wang Anzhi asked.
“I’ve heard a little about it,” Yukio Hatoyama nodded silently. “As far as I know, the Snake Clan is an alliance of eight financial groups that basically control the economy of the entire Kansai region.”
Their leader is said to be surnamed Minamoto and related to His Majesty the Emperor by marriage.
Wang Anzhi thought that since Origami and Minamoto no Chinobu probably had no chance of being related to the Emperor by marriage, and as for Uesugi no Echizen, he was the only son and would not be related to the Emperor by marriage either.
However, in general, the Emperor can be described as the "secularized" branch of the upper three families among the Eight Families of the Serpent Clan, having almost completely abandoned the dragon bloodline.
“Mr. Hatoyama is right, but what I’m about to say has nothing to do with the Snake-Headed Eight Families. In fact, at crucial moments, the Snake-Headed Eight Families might even be your ally, not your enemy,” Wang Anzhi replied.
"enemy?"
Yukio Hatoyama noticed the key point in Wang Anzhi's words: "Have I gotten into some kind of trouble?"
Wang Anzhi did not answer, but looked at Yukio Hatoyama with pity in his eyes, "Mr. Hatoyama, haven't you noticed? You've been poisoned."
"Poisoned?" Yukio Hatoyama frowned again. He raised his hand, showing no signs of discomfort.
He cautiously stated, "I have a medical check-up every week, and I am in good health."
Even so, Yukio Hatoyama couldn't help but become suspicious. Although everything he checked at the hospital was healthy, those people in the "deep society" always had their own unique methods.
"Indeed, Mr. Hatoyama, you are in very good health. At 62, you look just like you are 26, and you can even sustain such a long speech without feeling tired."
Wang Anzhi looked at Yukio Hatoyama and said quietly:
"Am I right, Mr. Hatoyama?"
With a "bang," the cup in Yukio Hatoyama's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He stared blankly at the shards of glass on the ground.
After a long while, he finally raised his head and looked at Wang Anzhi, his face stiff.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
Yukio Hatoyama looked at Wang Anzhi, "I just wonder, Mr. Wang, what evidence do you have?"
He forced a smile, but these politicians always feel a sense of fear when faced with mysterious forces, especially now that such forces actually exist.
“Evidence?” Wang Anzhi smiled. “Mr. Hatoyama will understand for himself in a month.”
He stood up, looked at Yukio Hatoyama, and bowed slightly. "This is what I wanted to say to you today, Mr. Hatoyama."
After saying that, he turned and left. When he reached the door and opened it, he glanced behind him but did not leave first.
Because Yukio Hatoyama had already stopped him, saying, "Please trouble Mr. Wang to explain in detail."
"No. Mr. Hatoyama, you won't believe anything I explain now. You'll understand in a month."
After saying that, Wang Anzhi turned and left without the slightest hesitation, showing none of the eagerness he had shown when he first met Yukio Hatoyama.
"One month later, one month later..."
Yukio Hatoyama sat in a chair, ignoring the shards of glass scattered on the floor, and continued repeating the same time over and over.
What will happen a month from now?
The general election will begin in one month.
If he wins, it means he will be able to become prime minister.
Would an opponent choose to kill him outright and physically eliminate their competitor?
It's not impossible.
Yukio Hatoyama immediately concluded that if he could do this silently and without anyone noticing, then he would definitely do it.
Don't underestimate a politician's bottom line.
They have absolutely no bottom line.
Thinking this, his usually steady hands began to tremble as he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a series of numbers.
After the call connected, Yukio Hatoyama said bitterly:
"Moshi moshi, is that Fuma Kotaro...?"
……
On the other hand, if Yukio Hatoyama had noticed Wang Anzhi leaving, he would have found that he was leaving at an alarming speed.
After leaving the office prepared for him at the University of Tokyo, Wang Anzhi did not stop.
He only stopped slowly before leaving the University of Tokyo. When he looked back at the campus, Wang Anzhi had a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.
The next moment, the "ghosts" appeared automatically in front of him.
In the space behind him, the thick air, which had been filled with a faint, dust-like mist, was blown away, revealing two extremely beautiful girls.
Mai Shude chewed her gum and rolled her eyes at him:
"Hey boss, are you just going to abandon us like this? But speaking of which, was that candidate really poisoned?"
Beside her, the head of the Uesugi family also pouted, as if dissatisfied that Wang Anzhi had just "abandoned" her.
She raised the small note in her hand, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Wang Anzhi with great curiosity.
Wang Anzhi looked over and saw that Erii had written on the note:
Was that old man really poisoned?
Erii and the female ninja had been watching this conversation from the hidden perspective of Meisho.
Wang Anzhi shook his head and pointed at Jiu De Mai, "Let's drive! I don't want to stay here any longer."
The female ninja rolled her eyes again and got into the driver's seat of the Maserati in front of her.
She couldn't help but wonder what had happened when her new boss went to meet Yukio Hatoyama, that caused him to show such a horrified expression for the first time.
Following closely behind, Wang Anzhi and Erii sat in the back row.
At this moment, Mai Shude, still curious, asked:
"Boss, is Yukio Hatoyama really poisoned?"
Wang Anzhi's mood calmed down a bit after watching the engine start and the university of Tokyo disappear into the distance.
"In a broad sense, it can indeed be described as poisoning."
The female ninja twitched her lips and asked, "What do you mean by 'in a broad sense'?"
Erii was very well-behaved and didn't ask any further questions, listening to Wang Anzhi's explanation.
Wang Anzhi's eyes were deep, as if he were recalling the scene when he had just met with Yukio Hatoyama.
"Yukio Hatoyama himself was not sick, and was even quite healthy, but if a new self grew out of his mind to replace him."
"Then you're saying he wasn't poisoned?"
Chapter 224 The Resurrected White Emperor
Mai Shude's fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel: "Mental poison? What does that mean?"
The neon lights flashing past the car window cast interplay of light and shadow on Wang Anzhi's face.
“I saw something in Yukio Hatoyama’s eyes that shouldn’t exist.” His voice was low. “The mark of the White Emperor, like a drop of ink in pure water.”
The Maserati sped through the bustling streets of Shinjuku, startling the female ninja: "White King?"
“Yes! The White Emperor planted a seed in Hatoyama’s consciousness.” Wang Anzhi looked out the window at the receding street scene.
“When the election day comes, this seed will sprout, and Yukio Hatoyama will no longer be himself, but will become a puppet of some ancient being.”
He shook his head. "I've never met a Japanese prime minister before. I never expected this..."
Wang Anzhi chuckled softly.
Legend has it that after the death of the Black Emperor Nidhogg, his soul resided within the souls of many great emperors throughout history, who acted on his behalf.
Wang Anzhi confirmed his mistake, because in several historical simulations he never saw the figure of the Black Emperor Nidhogg, whose existence might be in a higher dimension.
However, it now seems that this claim is not entirely unfounded.
It was not the Black Emperor Nidhogg who survived in this way, but his beloved sister Yggdrasil.
Now that I think about it, if he could act on behalf of those emperors in history through historical simulation, then why couldn't the White Emperor Yuktrashir reside in the spirit of the Japanese Prime Minister?
"A single lineage for all ages..."
As Wang Anzhi uttered the word softly, a sense of dread flashed through his mind.
This term is utterly ridiculous to anyone who truly understands Japanese history, because the imperial family, which claims to be "of unbroken lineage for ten thousand generations," has changed hands countless times throughout history.
Its unpredictable and convoluted nature may be even more exciting than the four clans of my Great Qing Dynasty: Li Qing, Hong Qing, Chen Qing, and a certain Qing.
However, once Yukio Hatoyama truly saw the gaze of the White Emperor Yggdrasil in his eyes, all the mysteries were completely solved.
What does "a single lineage for all ages" mean?
This is the unbroken imperial lineage for all ages.
The body is a prison of the mind, and the world is a prison of the body.
The physical body is merely a shell that binds the soul; the spirit is the eternal being that lives on in the world.
While pondering, Wang Anzhi suddenly noticed that the direction of travel was wrong.