Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 105 - 101: Please Forgive Me, I Found It

Chapter 105: Chapter 101: Please Forgive Me, I Found It

Black Society members are essentially nocturnal animals.

Sugimoto Yuki was no exception.

At one in the morning, after having fun at the nightclub, he embraced a hostess, preparing to take her home to study.

As a Black Society boss, having numerous enemies, he always kept four bodyguards with him. His car drove ahead, while the four bodyguards’ cars followed at a distance of about fifty meters.

In the early hours, Tokyo’s entertainment venues were still bustling, but the streets were already scarce of pedestrians and vehicles, making it eerily quiet.

Sugimoto Yuki, not yet forty this year and still in his prime, driven by alcohol, couldn’t wait to start kissing the woman in the car.

The two of them kissed and helped each other strip, clearly preparing to have a physical encounter in a speeding car, which didn’t surprise the driver.

When Sugimoto Yuki’s car had just passed an intersection, a van suddenly honked, ignoring the traffic lights and drove into the middle of the road, forcing the bodyguards’ car to brake hard.

"Idiot on the road! What the heck are you driving!"

"Don’t you know how to follow traffic rules, you damn fool!"

The four in the car cursed and fussed, and when the van leisurely passed the intersection, they could no longer see Sugimoto Yuki’s car ahead but thought nothing of it, assuming they just needed to speed up to catch up.

However, after speeding up for a while, they still couldn’t see Sugimoto Yuki’s car but saw a disheveled woman lying on the side of the road—the very one their boss was on his way to bring home; they then realized that the van earlier had deliberately blocked their view.

Their boss had likely encountered something disastrous.

At 1:45 am, in the Hirakawa District, Nanqian Residence, Yongxin Slaughterhouse, Aoyama Xiu Xin entered a factory building under the guidance of Yamakawa Ichiro and saw a middle-aged man, completely naked and blindfolded, tied to a chair, seemingly playing a kinky game to the uninitiated.

"Who are you? Why have you tied me up?"

"Do you want money or my life? I can give you money!"

Hearing the door open and footsteps, the visually deprived Sugimoto Yuki struggled fiercely and yelled.

When blindfolded, the fear was magnified immensely.

"Where is the photo you had someone steal tonight from Shibuya Matsudai First District? Hand it over, and you can live." Aoyama Xiu Xin said indifferently.

Sugimoto Yuki froze, silent for a moment and then asked, "Who are you exactly?"

"It seems you haven’t grasped that it’s us who ask the questions here," Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned.

Yamakawa Ichiro immediately gave a signal.

Two members of the Yamakawa Family stepped forward with baseball bats and started swinging at Sugimoto Yuki.

It was indeed a bone-crunching beating.

"Ah! Stop! Stop! Ah!"

"I didn’t steal... Ah! I had arranged for someone to steal things, but ultimately nothing was stolen... Ah!"

Feeling the bat strikes, and having nowhere to hide, Sugimoto Yuki screamed agonizingly.

"Still being stubborn." Unable to discern whether his words were true, Aoyama Xiu Xin decided to intensify the punishment.

He extended his right hand as he spoke.

Yamakawa Ichiro immediately handed him a pair of pliers.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked in front of Sugimoto Yuki, crouched down, picked up one of his hands, and let him feel the pliers in his hand, "Do you know what this is?"

"Pliers, used... used for cracking walnuts."

"They can also be used for other things." Aoyama Xiu Xin slightly smiled, grabbed two of his fingers, and pushed them in.

He usually never dirtied his hands with this kind of dirty, heavy work, but the immense pressure made him harbor a burst of rage that needed releasing.

Hearing Aoyama Xiu Xin’s words, Sugimoto Yuki instantly realized what was about to happen, turned pale with fright, and hurriedly pulled his hand back while hysterically shouting: "I really didn’t steal! I really didn’t!"

But his strength was no match for Aoyama Xiu Xin.

His fingers were firmly clutched by Aoyama Xiu Xin and thrust into the pliers then clenched tightly, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds. His finger skin first became blurry revealing the bone, then the finger bones visibly deformed and shattered—Sugimoto Yuki’s left hand’s pinky and ring finger broke off.

Plop, the two broken fingers fell to the ground, the exposed bone sharp and visible, still dripping with blood.

Crimson blood dripped down.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Sugimoto Yuki screamed intensely, veins throbbing on his forehead.

He looked up and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"Did you steal or not?" Aoyama Xiu Xin’s expression unchanged, he gripped the middle finger and asked.

Sugimoto Yuki had lost all reason, the intense pain brought with it fierce anger, his face contorted as he cursed: "If you dare, kill me..."

"Crack!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his middle finger also broke into two pieces.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sugimoto Yuki screamed again, his face contorting in pain, but this time he genuinely cowered, howling: "I didn’t steal! I didn’t steal!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin took a deep breath, casually dropped the pliers, stood up, and took a cloth from Yamakawa Ichiro’s hands to wipe the blood splatter on his own hands.

Since he still said he didn’t steal even after such torture, it seemed he really hadn’t.

After all, if one could endure such torture and still not speak the truth, then indeed it would be a waste of his talents in the Black Society.

"I apologize for the mistake; I am deeply sorry for the trouble caused to you, please be sure to forgive me!" Aoyama Xiu Xin dropped the cloth and sincerely expressed his regret while looking at Sugimoto Yuki’s three broken fingers.

Sugimoto Yuki gritted his teeth, silent.

Being from a criminal gang background, specifically one engaged in the gambling business, he was used to being harsh and cruel, usually the one bullying others, but today he was the one being bullied.

His fingers severed for no good reason, he couldn’t just swallow his pride; he memorized the other’s voice in his heart, vowing to exact a blood-for-blood revenge.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Aoyama Xiu Xin sighed helplessly, calling him a petty spirit as he turned to leave, casually lifting his hand to his neck and mimicking a throat-slitting gesture.

Yamakawa Ichiro bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

After Aoyama Xiu Xin left, a subordinate pulled a clear plastic bag over Sugimoto Yuki’s head.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

Feeling her head covered, Sugimoto Yuki, familiar with this method of killing, panicked instantaneously.

"I forgive you! I won’t—"

As the plastic bag tightened, Sugimoto Yuki found it increasingly hard to breathe, her voice grew muffled, and soon, her body stopped struggling.

Outside, Aoyama Xiu Xin called Yamada Yuuji and said, "It wasn’t him who stole it. Also, find someone else to head the Sumimoto family."

"Did you... kill him?" Yamada Yuuji, on the other end, startled, asked incredulously.

As a high-ranking prosecutor involved in many cases of corruption and bribery, he had never actually killed anyone.

"It would be risky if he remembered my voice and harbored resentment, wouldn’t it?" Aoyama Xiu Xin said nonchalantly.

He wouldn’t give anyone a chance to exact revenge on him.

Yamada Yuuji swallowed and said no more.

"Is there anyone else you suspect? We’re running out of time," Aoyama Xiu Xin asked again.

Yamada Yuuji paused for a moment, then named someone, "Ito Hiroshi, my assistant. If it wasn’t Sugimoto Yuki, then it’s likely him."

"Address." Aoyama Xiu Xin demanded succinctly.

Yamada Yuuji gave an address, then added, "I’m torn. I hope it’s him but also hope it’s not him. I believe after all these years with him, I haven’t wronged him."

"I’m not particularly concerned about your emotional issues," Aoyama Xiu Xin coldly said, ready to hang up.

Realizing this, Yamada Yuuji quickly blurted out, "Wait! Let me handle this."

Seems like their bond was quite deep.

"Fine, come to Huangchuan District, Nanqian Residence, Yongxin Slaughterhouse now," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, giving him the address before hanging up. Then he turned to Yamakawa Ichiro, "Go to North Shinjuku Fifth District Sunrise Apartment Room 205 and bring Ito Hiroshi here for questioning."

"Yes!" Yamakawa Ichiro immediately arranged it.

Half an hour later, when Yamada Yuuji arrived at the slaughterhouse and was brought before Aoyama Xiu Xin, his first question was, "How will we dispose of Sugimoto Yuki’s body?"

Those who frequently kill know.

Killing is easy, disposing of a body is hard.

"It’s being taken care of inside," Aoyama Xiu Xin pointed to the machinery buzzing loudly in the processing workshop behind him.

Yamada Yuuji intuitively went to look, then rushed out moments later, doubled over and pale, vomiting violently on the ground, retching repeatedly.

When he looked up at Aoyama Xiu Xin again,

fear filled his eyes.

"Wipe yourself," Aoyama Xiu Xin indifferently tossed him a few tissues, saying, "He was just a corrupt member of the Black Society; killing him was like carrying out justice. No need for guilt."

Yamada Yuuji silently wiped his face.

"How do you plan to deal with Ito Hiroshi?" After a moment, Yamada Yuuji felt much better.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at him, "He’s your close aide. Naturally, you should handle it. I’m not one to overstep, and I can’t be doing everything."

Yamada Yuuji was already regretting his insistence on coming.

About ten minutes later, Ito Hiroshi, also blindfolded, was escorted by four strong men.

"Who are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you kidnap me? Speak up!"

Perhaps sensing his arrival at the location and guessing that the principal was right in front of him, Ito Hiroshi shouted loudly.

"Did you send someone to Shibuya Matsutao 1-chome to steal something?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked softly.

Ito Hiroshi hesitated for a moment, then asked the same question as Sugimoto Yuki, "Who are you, exactly?"

"Don’t you have any other lines?" Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head as he handed the pliers to Yamada Yuuji.

Yamada Yuuji hesitated for a second before taking them, approaching Ito Hiroshi and clamping one of his fingers in it.

"What are you doing? What’s this? Let me go! Let me go!" Feeling the cold touch of the pliers, Ito Hiroshi, unable to guess what it was, became deeply uneasy.

Watching his panic-stricken confident, Yamada Yuuji, though reluctant, gritted his teeth and tightly squeezed the plier handles for answers.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, a severed finger fell.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ito Hiroshi’s screams echoed throughout the factory.

"Speak, was it you who stole it? If you don’t tell, the next one is coming," Aoyama Xiu Xin said opportunely.

Ito Hiroshi, an intellectual man unaccustomed to the slightest physical pain, hurriedly nodded like a pecking chicken, "Yes! It was me, I stole it."

Yamada Yuuji, both glad and angry upon hearing this, couldn’t keep his cool any longer and violently pulled away the black cloth blindfolding Ito Hiroshi’s eyes, furiously glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Pro... prosecutor, you..." Ito Hiroshi, realizing Yamada Yuuji was close, constricted his pupils in shock.

Yamada Yuuji fiercely grabbed his collar, his face distorted with rage as he roared, "Why betray me!"

Indeed, often the psychological impact of being betrayed by a man is much more profound than that of being betrayed by a woman.