Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 114 - 110: One Must Be Cautious of Others, Toys and Tools

Chapter 114: Chapter 110: One Must Be Cautious of Others, Toys and Tools

"Idiot! How do you even drive?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin was already furious, but upon seeing the person who had rear-ended him, his anger intensified.

The driver behind the collision was a young woman, likely just over twenty, with a ponytail and a white cap on her head. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, her ample conscience forming a pronounced curve, so large that the pattern of her underwear was faintly visible through the shirt fabric.

Below, she donned denim shorts, and her long, fair legs were enclosed in a pair of sneakers, radiating a sensual yet powerful beauty, full of the spirit of sports.

He, too, wanted to give her a tit for tat, to rear-end her back.

"Ah! Sorry, so sorry, I really am sorry for the trouble, I’m willing to compensate for your loss," the woman repeatedly bowed deeply in apology.

With every bow, her conscience would tremble.

The waves were surging.

Aoyama Xiu Xin glanced at his broken taillight and said, "Just give me one hundred thousand yen."

"One hundred thousand? Okay," she agreed without hesitation, retrieving her wallet from the car. After opening it, her expression froze, and she pulled out a few thousand yen, saying sheepishly, "This is all I have on me. How about you give me your phone number, and I can bring you the rest later?"

As soon as she finished, fearing that Aoyama Xiu Xin wouldn’t trust her, she hastily produced a business card, "Here’s my card, don’t worry, I won’t default on my debt."

Aoyama Xiu Xin took the business card from her hand.

This woman’s name was Matsubara Zizhi.

She was a reporter for the Asahi News Sports Channel.

The Asahi News, established in 1879, is one of the most influential newspapers in Japan.

It’s just a pity that this woman was a sports reporter rather than a political reporter; otherwise, Aoyama Xiu Xin might have held her in higher regard, considering that political reporters typically wield significant influence.

Known also as parliamentary reporters, they specialize in following political figures and reporting on their activities. Not only do they earn high incomes, but they also enjoy a lofty social status.

"Here’s my card." Aoyama Xiu Xin put away Matsubara Zizhi’s card and pulled out his own.

"Hi!" Matsubara Zizhi took it with both hands, bowed, and said, "I’ll make sure to pay you back as soon as possible."

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, got into his car, and drove away.

"Deputy Director, good morning."

"Good morning, Deputy Director."

Entering the office, Aoyama Xiu Xin tossed Matsubara Zizhi’s business card to Fujimoto Ryosuke, "Check this woman out, see who she has seen lately, who she’s been in contact with."

It wasn’t that he suffered from paranoia; it was just that such a setup of getting rear-ended by a beauty, he’d only ever encountered in novels. Having it happen to him meant he had to be cautious.

After all, he had made quite a few enemies recently.

It’s always wise to be on guard!

Moreover, he had demanded a hundred thousand yen just like that, a clear case of asking for the moon, but Matsubara Zizhi agreed without question, which was suspicious considering the car she drove and the scant few thousand yen in her wallet — obviously, she wasn’t flush with cash.

He would only get cozy with those who were safe and harmless.

"Hi!" Fujimoto Ryosuke stood and responded.

Meanwhile, at the Tokyo Detention Center,

The detention center functioned both as a holding facility and a prison, housing even an execution chamber for death sentences.

As the side door of the detention center slowly opened,

Four men walked out one by one.

"This is the shortest stay we’ve ever had," the young man with blond hair said with some emotion.

"Yes, it still feels odd," said another, a well-dressed young man adjusting his glasses.

As regular guests of the detention center, each previous stay usually lasted at least a year or more, but this time it was just one month, and they almost felt reluctant to leave.

After all, every inmate was a talent, pleasant to talk to, and shared their conviction that working a regular job was hopeless — they would never succumb to employment.

"Big brother, didn’t you say someone would pick us up today?" the middle-aged man with a crew cut craned his neck, looking around as he addressed Noda, who had long hair.

This group was the Noda startup crew, who just one month ago had attempted a bank robbery but were outwitted by their competitors and ended up being thrown into the detention center by Aoyama Xiu Xin for a month.

Now, after a month’s time, they were once more free.

Noda, shaking his shoulder-length hair that had grown out during that month, was just about to speak when an Audi pulled up.

The car came to a halt in front of the four men, and then the driver’s side window rolled down as Xiao Lin poked his head out and exclaimed:

"Mr.Noda, and everyone else, congrats on regaining your freedom! Hop in. I’ve got everything arranged to welcome you back. Let’s go right away!"

"Get in," said Noda as he took the passenger seat.

The other three crammed into the back.

The Audi re-engaged and sped away.

Admiring the smartly dressed Xiao Lin and touching the car door, Noda said enviously, "Mr. Xiaolin, you’ve done well for yourself recently."

Seeing a brother who once bunked above him doing so well was indeed harder for him to bear than his own death.

"Don’t worry, you’ll have it soon too," laughed Xiao Lin warmly, "I’ve hooked you up with a new gig that promises big rewards once it’s done!"

"Huh," Noda reacted with a slight change in his face, remembering that it was because of their last collaboration with Xiao Lin that they didn’t net a single penny from the robbery, resulting in one of their brothers’ death, which made him a bit wary.

It felt like Xiao Lin was a jinx to him.

But their friendship was there, so he declined very tactfully, "Mr. Xiaolin, here’s the thing; we’ve had some time to think it over this past month inside, and we’ve decided we’re no longer interested in illegal activities like bank robbery. We’re thinking of becoming hitmen instead, specifically resolving conflicts for others."

This truly reflected his thoughts. Robbery was too risky, always risking being caught. They were fortunate this time, with only one casualty and a one-month detention.

But what about next time?

During that month, they had met a hitman in the detention center and learned that this line of work could be quite lucrative and offer much more business if one made a name for themselves. Moreover, compared to the high risks of daylight bank heists, this line of work posed significantly lower risks.

So, they were considering changing their enterprise.

"Ah, now that’s a happy coincidence!" Xiao Lin slapped the steering wheel joyously, laughing heartily, "The job I’m about to introduce to you involves killing. Isn’t that a coincidence, Mr. Noda?"

"This... really?" Noda paused, blinking, "Well then, let’s talk about it?"

Just the thing to kick off the new business venture.

And just as they were about to pivot, Xiaolin brought them a corresponding deal—it was as if fate itself was looking after them.

Murder, such a simple task, shouldn’t result in the same bad luck as last time, with complications at every turn, right?

"No rush, we can eat and talk, eat and talk," Xiaolin said calmly with a smile.

This just made Noda itch with impatience. After all, he had just gotten out, penniless, and needed to make money fast.

He is still so ambitious, it makes me want to cry.

.........

After work, Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t go home.

Instead, he went to Mrs. Yanahara’s place.

She had called to say that the commercial for the auto loan machine was ready and invited him to come and see it.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin arrived, he saw the gate to the Yoshinaga family’s home wide open, so he drove right in.

"Mr. Aoyama."

Yehua Yiren stood at the entrance, welcoming him.

She had clearly dressed up for the occasion, in a black embroidered kimono, elegant and dignified, but instead of white tabi socks, she wore black stockings on her feet.

"Mrs. Yanahara, it’s been a while. You’ve become even more beautiful," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he got out of the car, not approaching her but standing on the spot with open arms and a smile.

Mrs. Yanahara hesitated for a moment but still took the initiative to walk over and lean into his embrace. She suddenly noticed the tail light of the Corolla was broken, and took the opportunity to say, "Mr. Aoyama, my late husband’s Mercedes has been sitting in the garage. You can take it."

If people are to be used, who cares about a car?

"Then I’ll take you up on your offer without any reservations," Aoyama Xiu Xin agreed. He had previously avoided driving the Mercedes for fear of being recognized, but with Yeharadong having been dead for so long, he no longer had any concerns.

Besides, some people were already aware that he had inherited Yeharadong’s wife, so what’s the problem with driving his car?

Aoyama Xiu Xin, with Yehua Yiren’s slender waist in his arm, headed inside the house. Halfway there, he suddenly ripped open her belt, and the closed kimono instantly fell open.

In an instant, a glimpse of spring was revealed.

"Ah!"

Yehua Yiren, caught off guard, exclaimed and covered her chest with her hands, her face both ashamed and annoyed as she glared at Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Mr. Aoyama, you..."

This was still happening in the yard, embarrassing to death.

"What’s there to be afraid of if no one sees?" Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily and carried her into the house in response to her shocked cry, kicking the door shut with his foot.

Once inside, he tore off the kimono that was draped over Mrs. Yanahara’s body, leaving only her undergarments and a pair of thin, black stockings like the wings of a cicada.

Yehua Yiren was overwhelmed with shame; her neck and ears turned pink, yet there was a vague sense of excitement. Despite this, she protested, "Mr. Aoyama, you are bullying me too much, how can you be like this."

"Enough talk, show me the advertisement," Aoyama Xiu Xin ordered, sitting on the sofa like a lord, resting his legs on the coffee table.

"Yes!" Yehua Yiren bowed, then went to turn on the television before kneeling back on the carpet beside Aoyama Xiu Xin and peeling an orange for him.

The television showed two women of different ages who looked somewhat alike, wearing sexy office attire, smiling, and demonstrating the use of the auto loan machine with exaggerated motions against the background music.

After the first clip ended, Yehua Yiren played the second one, which featured the two women in bikinis dancing amidst a flurry of banknotes.

Yehua Yiren explained that the first clip was a promotional advertisement to be aired on TV, while the second would be a constant on-screen presence on the auto loan machines.

She believed that anyone passing by and seeing the beautiful women dancing among the banknotes would stop and take a longer look.

And that look might turn them into a customer.

"Who are those two women?" Aoyama Xiu Xin inquired after watching, sensing they looked like sisters.

And he found the younger one somewhat familiar.

Yehua Yiren was surprised he didn’t recognize them and introduced, "Zhongshan Meihui and Zhongshan Ren."

Zhongshan Meihui was already quite popular, while Zhongshan Ren still had a way to go, but Yehua Yiren had chosen them for the appeal of the sister combo and their sufficient attractiveness.

"Not bad," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded.

Yehua Yiren wasn’t sure if he meant the advertisement was good or Zhongshan Meihui and Zhongshan Ren were good.

After hesitating, Yehua Yiren, suppressing the sourness in her heart, asked, "Would you like to meet them, sir? I can arrange it. Their company is very keen on this cooperation."

After all, any company not foolish could see that the auto loan machine was destined to be a sensation. As spokespersons, the stars would inevitably rise with it—initially, the stars make the machine, but later, the machine makes the stars.

"Just ask, no need to insist, I’m their fan," Aoyama Xiu Xin said modestly.

Don’t ask what exactly he’s a fan of.

Mainly their "fans."

"Yes!" Although Yehua Yiren felt somewhat stifled, she agreed. Adults grow up fast, and she was no longer the naive, sweet, stay-at-home wife she was when her husband was alive.

She was well aware that everything she now had was thanks to Aoyama Xiu Xin. The man wasn’t short of women, and he would tire of her one day, so she needed to please him, to bind herself to him for the long haul. This meant not only being his business partner but also finding other beautiful women for him.

Those women were merely playthings, tools she used to please Aoyama Xiu Xin, with no threat to her position. In fact, they would solidify her position.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled her into his embrace, "Mrs. Yanahara, you’re so considerate, how could I ever leave you."

Not only did Yehua Yiren need to maintain him.

He also had to take care of their relationship.

If these female stars were toys in his eyes, then Mrs. Yanahara was a tool.

When you tire of toys, you change them, but not tools.

Yehua Yiren smiled upon hearing his words.

"Ring-a-ling~ Ring-a-ling~"

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

Yehua Yiren answered and handed it to his ear.

"Mosi mosi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Deputy Director! Something has happened!"