"Young master is here to crash the place!"
In that instant, countless eyes turned toward the entrance, even the monk forgot to chant.
A breeze with moisture blew in, changing the atmosphere of mourning inside, as the young man brimming with energy behaved quite rudely.
"Who are you?"
"Where did this brat come from!"
"You tired of living?"
Several bald tough guys rushed out, ready to pounce.
But as they took a few steps closer and saw the woman he was holding, their bodies suddenly stiffened.
At the same time, the attendees also recognized Kawashima Miki, making the Buddhist temple unusually quiet. The monks, who were performing rituals, exchanged glances and quietly retreated with their wooden fish.
The undercover Kasahara Fumi's eyes swept across Kawashima Miki's face.
An incredulous expression briefly appeared on her cold face, but she quickly regained her composure, showing no hint of surprise.
