Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 112 - 108: You Make Me Lie on the Ground, I’ll Make You Lie Under It

Chapter 112: Chapter 108: You Make Me Lie on the Ground, I’ll Make You Lie Under It

The Special Search Department came out in full force, targeting not only Heize Xin but also many of his henchmen.

Heize Xin was taken away for investigation by the people from the Special Search Department.

The news spread throughout the entire Tokyo political circle in no time, but many high-ranking politicians who surrounded him remained indifferent and stayed behind closed doors.

This was because the moment the Anti-Heize Sect made their move, they had been informed that the strike would only target Heize Xin and his close confidants, without widening the attack.

These people were also well aware that if the Special Search Department was making arrests directly, it meant they had tangible evidence against Heize Xin and that someone was pushing the matter forward.

At a time like this, nobody wanted to draw the fire onto themselves.

After all, if Heize Xin fell, as long as they still held their power, everyone would need to seek their favor.

There was no need to rush out and make a fuss.

Harayama Heiji, being Heize Xin’s unquestionably most trusted confidant, naturally could not escape the Special Search Department’s attention.

Yet when the responsible prosecutor arrived at his residence, they found it deserted. They thought he had caught wind of the situation and had fled.

At ten o’clock in the evening, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s family left the Asakai family’s home. After sending his brother and wife back, Aoyama Sosuke rushed back to Saitama Prefecture overnight. Before leaving, he instructed Aoyama Xiu Xin to take good care of the drunken Aoyama Haruko.

"What an irresponsible guy," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head as he watched the taillights disappear into the darkness. He supported his drunken sister-in-law as they entered the house.

His sister-in-law seemed to be in a particularly bad mood tonight.

Hence, she drank a little too much.

"Slow down, sister-in-law, watch the steps," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he helped her upstairs, intending to escort her back to her room.

Aoyama Haruko was being unruly in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arms, fidgeting around, "I... I’m not drunk, not drunk."

Aoyama Xiu Xin, fearing she would fall down the stairs, simply scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs.

With a height of only 155 centimeters, his sister-in-law’s petite frame made it seem like her most substantial part was probably her 32D chest; she was so light in his embrace that it took no effort at all.

After entering the bedroom, Aoyama Xiu Xin gently laid her on the bed, removed her clogs and tabi socks revealing her snowy white, delicate feet—small and dainty.

"Water... I want to drink water, water~," Aoyama Haruko rolled around on the bed and called out.

"I’ll go get you some right now," Aoyama Xiu Xin sighed and hurried downstairs to fetch water.

When he returned to the bedroom, the sight before him made him freeze. His sister-in-law was lying on the bed, her hair disheveled, yanking at her kimono. The front of the garment was slightly open, revealing a generous cleavage begging to spring free.

"Sister-in-law, please stop pulling at it," Aoyama Xiu Xin swallowed, stepping forward to move her hands away.

"I’m hot, so hot, ugh," Aoyama Haruko cried and made a fuss, insisting on removing her clothes.

Aoyama Xiu Xin propped her up, allowing her to lean into his embrace, "Drink some water first, we can talk after you’ve had some water."

He brought the cup to her lips, she drank reflexively, but much of the water spilled from the corner of her mouth down her neck, and then flowed into and wetted the front of her garment, dampening the area around her neckline quickly.

"I’m so hot, I want to take off my clothes, Xiu Xin, I’m so hot, I... I’m going to die of heat," she clamored to undress again after sipping water.

Aoyama Xiu Xin noticed fine beads of sweat on his sister-in-law’s forehead. Indeed, wearing an airtight kimono in Tokyo’s June was quite hot, and seeing that she couldn’t manage to take it off by herself, he gritted his teeth and decided to help her.

"Don’t move around, sister-in-law; I’ll help you take it off."

"Heehee Xiu Xin, you... you do it, wait, why do you have two faces?" Aoyama Haruko looked at him with blurred eyes, giggling as she reached up to pinch his cheek.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s heartbeat accelerated, his hands trembling as he slowly peeled the kimono away from his sister-in-law’s body like peeling an orange, revealing her creamy, flawless skin which made his throat go dry.

Especially with his sister-in-law’s drunken, hazy eyes, her palm-sized face flushed with red, alluring in her expression.

He tucked his sister-in-law, who was left in her undergarments, into the blanket, then swiftly closed the door and fled the scene.

"Phew—"

Aoyama Xiu Xin exhaled outside the door.

Sister-in-law, you are really something!

He was feeling quite agitated now and needed to vent on someone; Harayama Heiji was just the right target.

...

In Kanagawa Prefecture, on a piece of wasteland far from residential areas that was normally deserted, several cars parked here now, all with their lights on, casting shadows.

Harayama Heiji, dressed in a suit, was bound hand and foot and tossed on the ground, with a large pit already dug beside him.

Along with a beam of headlights piercing the night, a silver Toyota Corolla slowly approached.

Yamakawa Ichiro hurriedly dragged his plump body to bend over and open the door, "Mr. Aoyama, you’ve arrived."

Aoyama Xiu Xin got out of the car, stretched out his arms towards the grounded Harayama Heiji, and laughed heartily, "Mr. Shuiyuan, I didn’t expect us to meet again, did you?"

"Aoyama Xiu Xin! It’s you! Idiot! You bastard, are you insane? How dare you kidnap me!"

Seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin, Harayama Heiji looked up and cursed vehemently, his eyes bloodshot with rage, his face full of malicious intent.

"Ts-ts-ts, quite angry, I see." Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head with a mocking smile on his face, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, flicked one out, and put it in his mouth.

Yamakawa Ichiro quickly offered him a lighter.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took a deep drag, then walked over and squatted in front of Harayama Heiji, blowing a cloud of smoke in his face, "So what if I kidnapped you?"

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!" Harayama Heiji choked and coughed violently, speaking fiercely, "Mr. Heize won’t let you go, if you release me now I can still plead for you, otherwise... ah!!!"

He suddenly let out a sharp scream as Aoyama Xiu Xin pressed the lit cigarette onto his face.

Sizzle sizzle, the skin gave off a burnt aroma.

"Mr. Heize?" Aoyama Xiu Xin scoffed disdainfully, tossed the extinguished cigarette, and grabbing Harayama Heiji’s hair he said, "That old fart is already struggling to save himself. How is he to not let me go? He had better pray that I let him go! After all, I’m not the type to have qualms about bullying the old."

"You... what did you say? What do you mean by that?" Harayama Heiji suddenly forgot the pain and looked at Aoyama Xiu Xin with suspicion and alarm.

Aoyama Xiu Xin grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Literally, that old man has been taken away by the Special Investigation Unit; oh, and by the way, he would have been ruined later, but I gave the photos to the Yanchuan Family and gave them a little push."

"No! Impossible! Impossible! You’re lying to me!" Harayama Heiji couldn’t believe it, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "It’s fake, fake, you’re lying to me."

"Ts-ts-ts, even now you still deceive yourself?" Aoyama Xiu Xin displayed a triumphant look, rising to his feet to step on Harayama Heiji’s head, "If he weren’t in trouble, I wouldn’t dare treat you like this, and I’d be sucking up to you instead."

Harayama Heiji’s face turned ashen. Indeed, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s current actions had proved everything.

Upon learning that Heize Xin was in trouble, Harayama Heiji, who had been confident that he could save his own life, suddenly panicked and begged Aoyama Xiu Xin while his face pressed against the ground, "Mr. Aoyama, we have no grudges, I haven’t even touched one of your fingertips, why must you ruthlessly pursue my death? Just let me go, and I’m willing to give you all my money!"

"You didn’t touch my fingertips, but you crushed my dignity under your foot and trampled it! You didn’t kill me, so I will kill you!" Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly roared menacingly, kicking Harayama Heiji into a pre-dug pit, then stood at the edge looking down at him, "You made me crawl on the ground during the day, now I’m making you crawl beneath it!"

As he finished speaking, he gestured with his hand.

Yamakawa Ichiro immediately handed him a shovel.

"No! Don’t! Don’t kill me!" Harayama Heiji, in a sudden panic fueled by his strong will to live, managed to break free from his bindings and frantically tried to climb out of the pit by grabbing its edge.

"Fuck you! Lie down!" As he was about to climb out, Aoyama Xiu Xin smacked him down hard with the shovel; Harayama Heiji was hit on the head, bloodied, and fell hard to the bottom of the pit.

Then Aoyama Xiu Xin shoveled a few spadefuls of dirt in before tossing the shovel to Yamakawa Ichiro, "Fill it up."

He didn’t want to do this kind of physical labor, and besides, though he was tough, he was softhearted and couldn’t follow through.

"Yes, sir!" Yamakawa Ichiro took the shovel and personally started filling the pit with his underlings.

"Don’t! Mr. Aoyama, Mr. Aoyama I was wrong, please forgive me, please let me go!"

"I know many people’s secrets, I’m useful alive, I can help you, I can help you!"

Harayama Heiji was reduced to tears, shouting in absolute despair. He kept trying to climb up, only to be knocked down again and again, until he no longer had the strength to stand upright.

As the earth piled on higher and higher, the fear within him deepened, his voice became hoarse from shouting, and his heart filled with regret and unwillingness.

Aoyama Xiu Xin returned to his car to smoke, ignoring the pleas for mercy coming from the pit. He put on a piece of music, closed his eyes to listen, nodding his head and swaying to the rhythm, as if playing an air piano.

Through this photo incident, he learned a lesson - when power isn’t sufficient, one shouldn’t meddle.

If he really wanted those secrets mentioned by Harayama Heiji, who knows how much trouble that would cause later on, hence, he chose not to want them.

He just wanted Harayama Heiji’s life, that was enough.

After an indeterminate length of time, a sweating Yamakawa Ichiro ran to the side of the car, gasping for breath, and said in fits and starts, "Mr. Aoyama, it’s... it’s done."

For a fat man, this was the most vigorous exercise he had done since reaching adulthood.

"Thanks for your hard work, make sure to clean all traces properly."

Aoyama Xiu Xin opened his eyes, glanced at the now-filled pit in the distance, and said lightly.

"Yes, sir!" Yamakawa Ichiro bowed in response.

Aoyama Xiu Xin patted his shoulder and then started the car, stepping on the accelerator and driving away.

"Mr. Aoyama, safe travels!"

Yamakawa Ichiro waited until the car’s taillights were out of sight before he straightened up and threw the shovel to a subordinate behind him, "Clean the fingerprints, then burn it."

"Yes, sir!"

Meanwhile, in a lavish apartment in Tokyo Port District, House of Representatives member Ninpei Oshiro stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows enjoying a slightly more satisfying night view while making a phone call.

"How’s it going with the thing I asked you to do last time?"

"Make it quick. Once it’s done, you won’t be shortchanged."

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