Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 101 - 97: Offering Help When Unasked, One Is Either a Plotter or a Thief

Chapter 101: Chapter 97: Offering Help When Unasked, One Is Either a Plotter or a Thief

Even though Morioka Yu had told Aoyama Xiu Xin to call him after work, he took the initiative to come find him before the end of work and dragged him out of the office.

"Mr. Aoyama, work never ends – remember to balance work with relaxation! I know you want to do more for the nation and its people, but if you burn out, won’t that be the greatest loss for the country and its citizens?"

Well, gee, so now we’re indulging not for our own pleasure but for the nation and its people, huh? My sense of duty surged up in an instant.

"Wow! Police Chief Morioka’s lecture is eye-opening," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, feigning sudden enlightenment and seriously added, "It’s not easy for the nation to cultivate an official, we must take good care of our health."

As the saying goes, unsolicited favors mean there’s either something fishy or theft afoot.

Morioka Yu’s enthusiasm for him seemed a tad excessive.

Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t help but become vigilant.

This guy must be plotting something.

"Hahaha, Mr. Aoyama, you speak well! How much resources does the nation have to invest to train someone like us? Hence, staying healthy is the ultimate loyalty to our country and our citizens!" Morioka Yu laughed heartily, patting Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arm.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

When they arrived at the parking lot, he intended to get into his own car, but Morioka Yu invited him to ride in his car instead.

Morioka Yu’s car was a Mercedes-Benz 600sel.

Just released last year, it was what future businessmen in China would colloquially call the Venerable Benz, with a domineering design.

This model could be called an absolute classic.

Essentially, no man dislikes cars.

Aoyama Xiu Xin wasn’t an exception. He had thought his Corolla was quite okay, but after seeing Morioka Yu’s vehicle, he suddenly felt somewhat ashamed.

But when he thought about his two E-class cars, Asai Ayumi and Mrs. Yanahara, he felt balanced again.

Although the S-class Mercedes-Benz was enticing.

But driving his E-class was also fantastic, with leather seats, original factory paint, matrix headlights, a sound system that could rival the Berliner Philharmoniker, and it was even an automatic...

"Mr. Aoyama, you don’t have to envy me, you’ll have one yourself eventually," Morioka Yu said, knocking on the hood of his car.

"Yes!" Aoyama Xiu Xin agreed, saying with a smile, "Then I’ll take Police Chief Morishita’s good words to heart."

"Get in." Morioka Yu gestured grandly, pulling open the driver’s side door as he finished speaking.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took his seat in the passenger side.

The car started, and in no time, they arrived at Ginza Fifth District, driving into the parking structure of a large integrated building.

Then the two took the elevator up to the 20th floor. Stepping out, they were greeted by a long corridor that ended with a pair of closed double doors guarded by two security personnel.

"What is this place, Police Chief Morishita?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked knowingly, but he had already guessed it was probably a private club meant for entertaining high-ranking officials.

However, it probably wasn’t too upscale.

After all, Morioka Yu was able to bring him here.

Real high-end clubs would definitely have membership thresholds and operate on an invitation-only basis.

"Heaven." Morioka Yu turned back with a meaningful smile and, without giving him a chance to respond, grabbed his arm, saying, "Let’s go, you’ll see once we’re inside."

At the entrance, Morioka Yu presented a membership card. Aoyama Xiu Xin, with his sharp eyes, noticed that the silver-white card was printed with the word "Heaven" in English. So it turned out that Morioka Yu was telling the truth – the club was indeed called Heaven.

After the two security personnel checked the membership card, they didn’t question Aoyama Xiu Xin and simply bowed, pushing the doors open.

Behind the door was another corridor, and a huge crystal wall? Or was it glass? Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t tell the material, but the club’s name was printed on the wall.

Standing along the corridor walls, women dressed in black bunny costumes with high heels lined up on both sides, each tall and pretty. Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes were like a ruler, and he estimated every one of them was a C-cup or above.

Although he had two E-class cars.

But C-class cars were actually quite nice too.

"Welcome," the bunny girls bowed in unison. As they bent over, their ample busts seemed ready to spill out, which made one want to step in to help.

One bunny girl with a bright smile was about to come forward to greet them but was shooed away by Morioka Yu.

"Mr. Aoyama, don’t feel down. The one thing this place doesn’t lack is women," Morioka Yu said, comforting Aoyama Xiu Xin, and elaborated, "This club is run by Koreans. The women here are all from South Korea as well. The owner calls it ’providing Koreans in Japan an opportunity to earn their living,’ but actually, they all eat our **. They’re just high-paid pretty faces."

Once inside the club, he became crass, perhaps accustomed to unleashing his dark side here.

After all, outside, one has to pose as a gentleman. Wear the mask for too long, and the pressure gets immense, necessitating frequent releases.

This is why so many high society folks love to indulge in seedy activities, their thresholds are high, and under immense pressure, only the twisted games, considered abnormal by ordinary people, can give them a sense of relief and pleasure.

"So you’re saying, this boss is really bad, specifically preying on his own compatriots to please foreigners," Aoyama Xiu Xin commented airily.

Police Chief Morishita laughed, "That’s what I think too, but he’s pleasing us, so no problem there. This is their internal issue, it doesn’t concern us consumers; as long as we have a good time, it’s fine."

After passing through an internal corridor, a large hall suddenly appeared behind the glass walls. Perhaps because it was early, there weren’t many guests around. Bunny girls in black stocking were weaving through the crowd, occasionally giggling in compliance when someone pinched their butts or breasts.

Is this what a developed country looks like?

Damn capitalism, utterly corrupt.

Aoyama Xiu Xin loved it.

Police Chief Morishita led him across the hall to a private room marked 102 and pushed open the door.

Inside, Aoyama Xiu Xin found someone already there.

A middle-aged man in his early forties wearing a black shirt and sporting a Big Back Head was pressing a bunny girl on the sofa. Even as he noticed someone entering, he didn’t stop, concentrating on his business.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at Police Chief Morishita with a puzzled expression.

Police Chief Morishita gestured for him not to rush and led him into the room, sitting down on a sofa on the other side.

Aoyama Xiu Xin guessed that Morishita’s invitation today had to do with this Big Back Head. A man who can mate comfortably in front of others either has some background or is seriously ill. Unable to grasp his intentions, Aoyama Xiu Xin could only wait quietly.

After three to five more minutes, Big Back Head shivered, clutching the woman tightly for a moment, then took several seconds to let her go and said, "Get out."

"Hi!" The bunny girl didn’t even bother to dress properly, quickly picking up her high heels from the floor, bowing to Aoyama Xiu Xin and Police Chief Morishita, and then hurriedly left with her head down, carefully closing the door.

Big Back Head pulled up his pants. Thirsty, he took a few gulps from the bottle and nonchalantly sat down before saying to Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Not really, that was pretty quick.

Aoyama Xiu Xin jeered inwardly.

"Mr. Aoyama, let me introduce you. This is Yuuji Yamada, the Head of the Personnel Division at the Tokyo District Prosecution Bureau," Police Chief Morishita said, pointing to Big Back Head.

Aoyama Xiu Xin quickly stood up and bowed, saying respectfully, "So, it’s Head Yamada."

He couldn’t figure out what the other party wanted.

Prosecutors at the bureau usually didn’t directly handle cases, but their power was far from insignificant, especially since this guy was head of personnel. History has shown that whoever is in charge of personnel always has a say, no matter the department.

"Mr. Aoyama, please sit," Yamada invited, pressing his hand downward and lounging on the sofa. His shirt collar and tie were a mess, portraying the image of a petty gangster. He picked up his glass casually, "Mr. Aoyama, with your reputation as a rising star in the police world, I’ve long heard about you in the past month. This drink is to you."

"Hi!" Barely seated, Aoyama Xiu Xin quickly stood again, glass in hand, to clink drinks with Yamada, then downed it with a tilt of his head.

Yamada watched and chuckled, took a sip, then set his glass down, "I heard that Mr. Aoyama’s path in the force hasn’t been smooth, but fortunately, you’re back on track. Obviously a smart man, and since smart people talk straightforwardly, I’ll be blunt. I’m here because I want the items you took from Detective Zhongshan Minggui’s home."

Aoyama Xiu Xin was startled, guessing Yamada was referring to the pictures, but he couldn’t understand how Yamada knew of their existence.

"I can see Mr. Aoyama is puzzled," Yamada said with a slight smile, volunteering an explanation. "We only confirmed recently that slimeball Zhongshan Minggui had hidden things he shouldn’t have. We were supposed to ask him, but he died. We couldn’t find it when we searched his house, but Mr. Aoyama, you even found the surveillance server hidden in the study’s ceiling, so I’m certain you have it."

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded in acknowledgment.

The other party was certain he had the photos, and to stubbornly deny it would make an enemy, which was the last thing he wanted. Besides, he didn’t even know who the old man in the photos was. To use the photo in exchange for a prosecutor’s friendship seemed like a good deal.

Moreover, he noticed Yamada had used the term "we," indicating the photo wasn’t for his personal gain. He was representing not just himself but a group behind him, and Aoyama Xiu Xin knew he needed to be prudent.

Seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin so understanding, Yamada’s smile grew, "That’s the spirit! Mr. Aoyama is destined for a bright future. We will surely cross paths again. Consider today’s matter as laying a good foundation of trust for the future. To be honest, keeping that thing would only be trouble for you. It’s a wise choice to hand it over to me."

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin responded once more, then raised his head, "As Head Yamada said, I didn’t know what was inside at first. It was only after I took it home that I realized its nature, and I knew it shouldn’t be seen by others, nor could it be handled carelessly. Handing it over to you indeed rids me of a troubling burden."

"Do you know the person in the photo, Mr. Aoyama?" Yamada asked casually.

"I do not," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, then quickly added, "Nor do I wish to know."

"Ha ha ha ha! Mr. Aoyama, you indeed are a smart man," Yamada burst into laughter, then turned to Police Chief Morishita, "Now that the business is over, it’s time for Mr. Aoyama to relax, Police Chief Morishita."

"Hi!" Morishita immediately stood and left the room.

Yamada said to Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Today, Mr. Aoyama, you are our guest, so you will choose first."

"Hi! Thank you, Head Yamada."

Moments later, Morishita returned with seven young women, each dressed in diverse attire and styles, but all equally beautiful.

"I want her!" In order to appear as one of their kind, the typically upright and chaste Aoyama Xiu Xin pretended to be an eager lecher, pointing at the woman furthest to the left.

Morishita and Yamada were dumbfounded.

The woman he selected was just as stunned, frozen in place.

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