Perhaps, the time at the restaurant was an accident and a misunderstanding.
Hayato mistook her for Rin.
After all, the two of them looked too similar.
For someone who wasn't very familiar, it would be normal to mistake one for the other.
However, from the moment this scoundrel entered her, she had already been targeted by this guy.
This guy's target now is not just Rin, but probably her as well.
"He's not afraid of being stuffed to death with such a big appetite."
Hayakawa Masami bit her finger and instantly made up her mind.
She had to find a way to get Rin to escape from this guy's grasp.
Anyone would be acceptable, even Kurosawa Shota she could accept.
But she would absolutely not hand Rin over to this kind of scoundrel.
This guy's needs are too strong, whether Rin can endure it is one thing.
Being too promiscuous is also another thing.
He had just taken Rin, and now he was targeting her as well.
If Rin was with this kind of person, who knows how many Women would be waiting around him in the future.
Of course, more importantly.
How could she and Rin share one?
This is absolutely unacceptable!
But the problem now is, how can she make her husband discover this guy's true face.
To dispel the idea of letting Rin go to the Temple to practice.
In Japan, a place where men are superior to Women, if Hayakawa Shunsuke, as the head of the family, has decided something.
Hayakawa Rin couldn't speak even if Hayakawa Rin wanted to refuse.
Otherwise, that would be a loss of face for her husband.
This kind of thing might seem trivial, but for a Japan man, it's very embarrassing.
If this got out, Shunsuke would probably not even be able to lift Shunsuke's head in the company.
Once labeled as afraid of his wife and talked about behind his back.
Then, in the workplace, promotion is almost out of the question.
This can be seen from the fact that the average salary of Woman in the Japan workplace is 30% less than that of men.
The gap in status between men and Woman is even stricter than the hierarchy of superiors and inferiors.
How can Hayakawa Rin both save her husband's face and dispel his idea?
This requires Hayakawa Rin to think of a way.
There must be a suitable excuse.
...
After Hayato left, Hayato was not in a hurry to return to the Temple.
Hayato took out Hayato's phone and searched for a place.
Hayato still has an important matter to attend to now.
That is, to find the Headhunter hiding in Tokyo.
Find a way to help Yamada Yumi get revenge.
As long as Hayato can help Yamada Yumi get revenge and resolve the resentment in her heart, Hayato will then have another top-grade furnace.
Although Hayato has a general location range, it only helps Hayato narrow down the search scope.
To find a person from such a large area.
It is still not a simple matter.
After all, Hayato can't just knock on every door one by one and ask, right?
Go to the black market to buy information?
A thought flashed through Hayato's mind, but Hayato dismissed it instantly.
Doing this would not only cost money but also waste a lot of time.
If Hayato doesn't have the exact address, Hayato can only use this basic method to find someone.
But now, since Hayato has a general location, there's no need to be so troublesome.
Hayato took a taxi directly to the nearby police station.
Since Hayato is looking for someone, the most professional place is definitely the police station.
As Hayato walked into the police station, Hayato saw a female police officer in uniform walking towards Hayato.
Hayato glanced over, and Hayato's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.
Long purple hair was tied into a ponytail, bangs covered her forehead, and a strand fell diagonally from her Temple.
On a standard oval face, delicate and gentle small features formed an impeccable sweet face.
Simple half-rim gold-wire glasses added a touch of mature and charming allure to her gentle and timid demeanor.
Even a bit seductive.
The Woman wore a simple uniform, with a fitted pencil skirt clinging tightly to her waist and hips, and a plain long-sleeved shirt on top.
Beneath the shirt, a pair of immense sins, impossible to conceal, rose and fell.
The strong sense of imminent bursting made Hayato even suspect that the shirt buttons would pop open the next second.
This is really a bit outrageous.
Looking at the huge and upright mountains, a sentence inexplicably flashed through Hayato's mind.
This was truly the first time Hayato had seen such an outstanding talent, a figure so upright that it defied common sense.
As is well known, universal gravitation.
Everything in the world cannot escape this concept.
The larger something is, the more it is constrained by gravity and drawn towards the Earth's core.
This Woman's figure is so exaggerated for only two reasons.
Either the quality of her inner wear is very good, and she is wearing highly restrictive shapewear.
Or, she is a talent monster who relies purely on natural gifts.
However, based on the experience Hayato has accumulated over the years.
Even with the best quality inner wear, it's probably impossible for it to be so firm under such an exaggerated burden.
So, there is only one explanation.
That is, this Woman's talent is just that outstanding.
Without relying on the constraint of inner wear, she has this kind of anti-gravity figure.
Unexpectedly, Hayato could encounter such a top-grade female police officer just by coming to a random police station.
Hayato's luck is quite good.
Hayato's gaze followed the unreasonably large size downwards.
The uniform is cinched at the waist, making her slender waist, which could be spanned by a hand, appear even smaller and more delicate against the backdrop of the huge headlights.
However, this female police officer clearly exercises regularly.
Through the shirt clinging to her body, Hayato could vaguely see the smooth and soft muscle lines.
Slight ab lines revealed a healthy sexiness.
Below her waist, her firm and perky honey-toned hips, though not as exaggerated as her upper body, were quite plump and voluptuous.
A perfect peach shape that made it hard to look away.
Below were a pair of long beautiful legs, with slightly fleshy thighs and slender, straight calves.
On her feet, she wore a pair of black high heels with red soles.
Although police officers wearing high heels seems strange to most people, this is the local custom of Japan.
Besides police officers, most companies and businesses strictly require their female employees to wear high heels while working.
Although it has been opposed by countless people, it has been completely useless.
Hayato's eyes held some regret.
This Woman was simply impeccable from head to toe.
The only pity was that such a good figure was wearing an ordinary hip-hugging pencil skirt.
If she could change into shorts and black stockings, her aura would probably be a bit better.
`Master, do you need something?`
Seeing Hayato walk in wearing monk's robes, Miyamoto Ayaka, who was about to go on duty outside, was slightly startled.
Then she revealed a gentle smile and asked softly.
Hayakawa Rin naturally also noticed Hayato's frankly heated gaze.
However, Miyamoto Ayaka didn't feel angry in her heart, after all, no one knew her own figure and appearance better than herself.
Every time Hayakawa Rin looked in the mirror after taking a shower, Hayakawa Rin felt extremely wanton and vulgar looking at her own figure.
It was precisely because of this overly voluptuous mature body that Hayakawa Rin had suffered from others' strange looks since she was young.
In the words of the friends around Hayakawa Rin.
This figure, compared to those special actors in movies and TV shows, is even more alluring and has a greater visual impact.
It's simply a pity not to become an adult film star.
If Hayakawa Rin could change careers, Hayakawa Rin would definitely make a fortune.
And in fact, it was indeed the case.
When Hayakawa Rin was in university, Hayakawa Rin not only often received invitations from scouts from those special entertainment companies.
Even when Hayakawa Rin chose to become a police officer, Hayakawa Rin was almost rejected on the grounds that her figure was too sexy and would incite crime.
Hayakawa Rin was troubled by this for a long time.
Therefore, Hayakawa Rin was completely used to this kind of gaze.
After all, even her colleagues and female friends around Hayakawa Rin.
Couldn't help but cast envious and lewd glances at Hayakawa Rin when eating and talking.
Let alone a stranger.
`Hayato want to find a friend of Hayato's parents, Hayato have something very important to do, but Hayato accidentally lost the contact information and address....`
Hayato withdrew Hayato's gaze and spoke slowly.
Although this Woman was indeed stunning, Hayato was not some rookie elementary school student either.
During this period, among the believers who had cultivated Buddha Law with Hayato, any one randomly picked would not be inferior to this Woman in terms of appearance and temperament.
The only thing that amazed Hayato was that pair of unreasonably large objects.
But, this small temptation was not enough to break Hayato's defense.
After all, Hayato has seen a lot.
Which cadre cannot withstand this kind of test?
`Looking for someone?`
Miyamoto Ayaka nodded upon hearing this, and led Hayato to a seat.
And began to inquire carefully.
"What is the name of Hayato's parents' friend?"
"Suzuki Taro."
"And his age?"
Hayato raised his eyebrows at the question. How could he know how old this guy was?
Yamada Yumi had only given him a name and a general description of his appearance.
However, thinking of Yamada Yumi's death date, plus the general description of his appearance...
This Headhunter named Suzuki Taro should be a middle-aged man.
So many years had passed now, his age should be at least between forty and fifty.
Hayato said tentatively.
"Probably between forty-five and fifty years old."
"As for his specific age, I've forgotten too."
Miyamoto Ayaka nodded, not finding it strange.
After all, many people don't even know their own parents' age, let alone a relative's age.
"Do Hayato know his approximate address?"
Feeling a bit tired, Miyamoto Ayaka raised one leg and rested it on the other.
Hayato's gaze subconsciously glanced over.
The moment she lifted her leg, the hip-hugging short skirt, which barely covered her thighs, rolled up a bit.
Because she wasn't wearing pantyhose like stockings, only a pair of cold white legs, like white pythons, were exposed to the air.
The moment her legs crossed, although it was fleeting, with his astonishing eyesight, he still caught some details.
A high-waisted, hip-lifting black hollow-out inner wear.
The fabric wasn't minimal, but it definitely wasn't much either, only barely covering the crucial areas.
Noticing Hayato's gaze sliding down, Miyamoto Ayaka couldn't help but give him a glare.
This Monk, he looked quite honest, but why were his eyes so dishonest.
However, looking at the innocent expression on Hayato's face, Miyamoto Ayaka thought she might have misunderstood this Master.
When she lifted her leg like that, any man would probably be unable to resist taking a look.
This Master in front of her, although he was a Monk, looked no older than his early twenties...
Being so young and full of vigor, wasn't it normal to have some reaction?
If anyone was to blame, it could only be that she herself was too sexy.
Moreover, her movement just now was so fast, even if he did sneak a look, it was nothing.
Anyway, it was impossible to see anything.
"Whew!"
Caught red-handed, Hayato felt relieved seeing that the Woman didn't seem to mind too much.
After all, she was a female police officer.
He didn't want to be arrested as a hooligan.
As for what just happened, he didn't do it on purpose; it was purely a glance out of instinct.
Who knew he would be caught red-handed.
However, to be fair, this Woman looked gentle and quiet, but her clothing was quite daring.
That glance just now, for an ordinary person, would only be able to see a blurry, pixelated image.
But in his eyes, it was no different from an HD 4K movie.
No weeds.
He just didn't know if it was due to later trimming or naturally so.
The former was diligent and clean, the latter was exceptionally gifted.
But for a man, both were top quality.
Thinking of that alluring glare just now, Hayato suddenly felt a little envious of this female police officer's future husband.
Just as Hayato was sighing inwardly, Miyamoto Ayaka asked a few more questions.
After confirming everything was correct, she slowly stood up.
"Hayato wait here for a moment, I'll go verify Hayato's identity."
"Then see if I can find this person's information."
Watching the female police officer leave, Hayato was calm.
Just confirming his identity, his identity as the Pharmacist Temple Monk wasn't fake anyway.
As for whether his lie would be exposed since he didn't know Suzuki Taro at all?
There was absolutely no need to worry about that.
His family ran a Temple, was it a problem for his parents to know many people?
He said this was his parents' friend, who could prove it wasn't?
At worst, it would be considered finding the wrong person.
Hayato looked around the police station, waiting quietly.
He hoped to find this guy named Suzuki Taro.
As long as he dealt with him, Yamada Yumi's grievance could dissipate.
At that time, wouldn't she be completely at his mercy, to be posed in any way?
He certainly didn't mind having more of such top-quality cauldrons.
After all, with his current vitality and yang energy, powerful Evil Spirits like Tanaka Saya and Eight-Foot Lady couldn't even withstand one round.
After one round of combat, he needed to rest for at least three to five days.
Who could handle that?
If he didn't have these cooling tools to assist his cultivation, how could he comprehend the more profound Happy Buddha Dharma?
He couldn't just rely on self-sufficiency, right?
In the past, he really wouldn't have minded.
But now, how could someone who had tasted delicacies eat coarse food?
This was like the difference between an ordinary graphics card and a high-end graphics card.
Both could be used, but one was barely usable.
The other pursued the ultimate enjoyment.
Could the feeling be the same?
What's more, when cultivating the Happy Buddha Dharma, tool-people were indispensable.
Therefore, Yamada Yumi, this top-quality cauldron, was already considered his possession.
He definitely wouldn't let her go.
School, classroom.
"Reiko, why do Hayato seem distracted?"
Hayakawa Rin looked at Kawaki Reiko, who had been somewhat distracted since morning, and couldn't help but ask curiously.
Kawaki Reiko, who was lost in thought, looked at her when she heard her.
Thinking of being sprayed in the face with spit yesterday, she didn't want to talk to her.
But under Hayakawa Rin's repeated questioning, she finally couldn't hold back her thoughts.
"I'm thinking about what was on the Omikuji I got from the Temple yesterday."
Hayakawa Rin was slightly startled, instantly remembering the fortune slip Kawaki Reiko had gotten yesterday.
It said that Kawaki Reiko's family would encounter a sudden disaster recently, with their life or death uncertain.
She had thought this girl was thinking about something else early in the morning, but she didn't expect her to be dwelling on this.
"Don't worry, it's okay, as long as Hayato's family carry those two Omamori with them."
"Since the Master said there's no problem, then there definitely won't be a problem."
Hayakawa Rin was full of confidence; she was now completely confident in Hayato.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was a fanatical follower.
Putting aside whether what was on the Omikuji would happen or not.
If it really happened, wouldn't it prove Hayato's strength, and then there would be even less need to worry.
"He knows Hayato's length, she knows Hayato's depth, of course Hayato has confidence in him."
Kawaki Reiko looked at her friend with a deep gaze, her tone filled with unspoken resentment.
"I don't have much confidence in him."
"Shut up, didn't we agree not to mention this matter again?"
Hayakawa Rin's face turned red, hearing the hidden meaning in her words, she quickly interrupted in a low voice.
In her mind, however, the scene of herself being held by Hayato and spitting on Kawaki Reiko's face couldn't help but appear.
Suddenly, she was so embarrassed her toes were curling into the ground.
This was only Kawaki Reiko; if it had been anyone else, she would have been too ashamed to face them.
After all, who could act as if nothing happened after being caught doing something so embarrassing?
Besides being ashamed, Hayakawa Rin couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Hayato in her heart.
This guy, what's wrong with him?
He just had to like holding Hayakawa Rin. If it weren't for this awkward posture, she wouldn't have thrown up all over Reiko.
This is going to be a black mark on Hayakawa Rin's history that she can never erase.