Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 117 - 113: Crying Counts as Time Too! From Joy Comes Sorrow.

Chapter 117: Chapter 113: Crying Counts as Time Too! From Joy Comes Sorrow.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the splendid lights had just been lit.

The sun had clocked out, and Tokyo was once again enveloped in neon.

Matsubara Zizhi, dressed in a sexy lace nightgown, sat by the window, gazed at the brilliant lights outside, hesitated for a moment, then took out Aoyama Xiu Xin’s business card and dialed the number.

"Hello, hello, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Police Chief Aoyama, do you remember me? Matsubara Zizhi." Matsubara Zizhi’s tone was soft and she spoke gently, "I damaged your car before, didn’t I? When would be convenient for you? We could meet somewhere so I can give you the remaining money and also invite you to dinner as an apology. Please don’t refuse."

"Forget about dinner, how about we meet tonight?" Aoyama Xiu Xin pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Now?" Matsubara Zizhi was taken aback.

Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "Yes, if it’s convenient for you, give me an address and I’ll have someone pick you up."

"That would be kind of you, Mr. Aoyama," Matsubara Zizhi agreed, her aim after all was to establish a further connection with Aoyama Xiu Xin.

After hanging up the phone, she, having just removed her makeup, hurriedly began to doll herself up again. She put on makeup, slipped into a black strapless mini dress that revealed generous swathes of creamy skin and deep curves, the hem barely covering her thighs, and she wore a pair of thin black stockings.

Looking at her shapely figure in the mirror, dressed so revealingly, Matsubara Zizhi felt a bit awkward and embarrassed, but she bolstered herself with the thought: To live the life she wanted, some sacrifices were necessary.

About half an hour later, she received a call and went downstairs, where a black Mercedes sedan was already parked at the door, and a young man in a black suit respectfully opened the rear car door for her.

Matsubara Zizhi gave a slight bow before getting in.

As soon as the man in the black suit got in the car, he immediately locked the doors. Hearing the distinct locking sound made Matsubara Zizhi’s heart tremble, an inexplicable sense of unease overtaking her as she clutched her purse tightly.

The car drove from the Harbor District to the Hirakawa District and finally stopped in front of Yongxing Slaughterhouse. Matsubara Zizhi grew even more apprehensive, not understanding why Aoyama Xiu Xin wanted to meet here, but since she was already there, she steeled herself and got out of the car, courageously following the driver into an office where she saw Aoyama Xiu Xin smiling, seated on a sofa.

He was only wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone, revealing his Adam’s apple; his tie hung askew around his neck, and with his sleeve cuffs rolled up, the name-brand watch on his wrist was visible, giving off a reckless and uninhibited air.

His unusually tall and strong physique, coupled with the gentle smile on his face, exuded a profound sense of security.

"Mr. Aoyama, this is my first time meeting someone at a slaughterhouse; it’s quite fascinating. Is this your property?" Matsubara Zizhi’s face blossomed with a bright smile, and she spoke with a coquettish tone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin did not answer but instead smiled and beckoned, "Reporter Matsuboto, come over and sit down."

Matsubara Zizhi walked over and took a seat beside him.

She deliberately shifted her buttocks closer to him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her perfume, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Reporter Matsuboto, you smell so good."

"Really?" Matsubara Zizhi smiled coyly in response, but deep in her eyes, there was a hint of scorn—these guys were all the same.

Not a single person in power was a good sort.

"Really, if it were used in pig feed, the pigs would definitely love it," Aoyama Xiu Xin earnestly said.

Matsubara Zizhi was momentarily stunned. "Huh?"

"Reporter Matsuboto, do you know what pig feed is made of?" Aoyama Xiu Xin opened his eyes.

Matsubara Zizhi didn’t understand why he was asking such an odd question and answered tentatively after hesitating for a moment, "Grass? Sweet potatoes? Or perhaps potatoes?"

"Most of the time, yes. Pigs are omnivores; they also eat meat. So, you see, humans can also be used to feed pigs." Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled as he looked at her.

For some reason, even though the man opposite her was smiling brightly, Matsubara Zizhi felt a chill run up her spine, a cold sensation piercing straight to her crown.

The next second, Aoyama Xiu Xin wrapped his arms around her.

Feeling her body completely enveloped in his embrace, Matsubara Zizhi shuddered and dared not utter a word of refusal, her mind turning blank.

Aoyama Xiu Xin held her delicate body, enjoying the soft warmth, and whispered into her hair, "I really hate being lied to. So, I make sure to send those who dare lie to me, those who harbor ill will toward me, to the next-door workshop to be ground into meat, and then fed to those pigs brought in for slaughter."

"Police Chief Aoyama..." Matsubara Zizhi trembled slightly, her face turning ashen as she stuttered.

She sensed that he already knew everything.

"Shh—don’t talk." Aoyama Xiu Xin raised a finger to his lips and said, "Listen, can you hear the machinery operating next door? Guess whether they’re grinding pig meat or human flesh."

"Police Chief Aoyama, you... you sure have a sense of humor. You scared me there," Matsubara Zizhi strained a smile on her face, stammering.

Sweat filled the palms of her hands.

"Reporter Matsuboto is very brave," Aoyama Xiu Xin noted with some surprise. Even now, she managed to stay rational. He let go of her, his expression turning cold, "But certainly not as powerful as a meat grinder."

As he finished speaking, two members of the Yamakawa Family stepped forward and began dragging Matsubara Zizhi out forcefully.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Matsubara Zizhi screamed in panic, struggling and shouting hoarsely, "Stop it! Let go of me! Let go!"

In the struggle, her high heels were kicked off.

Aoyama Xiu Xin casually crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke, completely ignoring her pleading as if he didn’t hear her at all.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Wuuuu, I’ll tell you everything, just don’t kill me, please don’t kill me! I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything!" Matsubara Zizhi eventually collapsed in fear when she was almost dragged out the door without any sign from Aoyama Xiu Xin to stop, and the roar of the machinery next door became even more pronounced.

Only then did Aoyama Xiu Xin wave his hand.

The two men let go of Matsubara Zizhi.

Collapsing to the floor with no support, utterly terrified, Matsubara Zizhi sat crying hysterically, tears streaming down her face.

"Speak up. You have one minute. I want to hear something satisfying," Aoyama Xiu Xin flicked the cigarette ash.

Matsubara Zizhi acted as if she hadn’t heard.

She was still sobbing quietly to herself.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes widened, he flicked his finger and the cigarette in his hand flew over, hitting Matsubara Zizhi’s shoulder and fell to the ground. He exclaimed forcefully, "Crying? Even crying takes time!"

Matsubara Zizhi looked up in terror when she heard this, forcibly stifling her crying, but couldn’t prevent occasional sobs, the tears still silently flowing.

She looked utterly aggrieved.

"Speak up!" Aoyama Xiu Xin scolded loudly, without a trace of sympathy—he never felt any for his enemies.

Matsubara Zizhi shuddered with fear, her gaze filled with dread as she looked at him, not daring to hide anything further. She confessed honestly, "It was... the editor-in-chief of the political channel, he asked me to seduce you, said that once it was done, he’d give me a hundred million yen and even move me to a political journalist position. I... I took an advance of thirty million."

"Just to seduce me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

Matsubara Zizhi nodded repeatedly, "Just to seduce you, I don’t know what else he would have asked me to do afterward, please, please let me go, wuuu..."

She had reluctantly made up her mind to abandon her principles and sell herself for a good price, only to end up in such a terrifying situation; it scared her to the point she wanted to quit her job and flee back to her hometown.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was silent for a moment, pondering.

The editor-in-chief of the Asahi News Political Department likely wasn’t the one calling the shots, after all, there was no bad blood between them.

But dealing with him couldn’t be done with the same violent intimidation used on small-time journalists like Matsubara Zizhi—the shield of status and identity was strong.

Acting this way would only hand ammunition to the opponent.

"In that case, go tell him that you have successfully seduced me and we’ve had relations, and let’s see what he says." While speaking, Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up and walked over to kneel beside Matsubara Zizhi, lifted her chin with his hand and said, "Obey me, and I’ll complete your billion yen payment and move you to a political journalist position. But if you try any tricks, I won’t just chop you up to feed pigs, I won’t spare your family either."

"No, please! I beg you, don’t harm my family!" Matsubara Zizhi clung to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arm, pleading with a choked voice, "I’ll do whatever you say, everything."

The editor-in-chief simply tempted her with money and fame.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, however, not only tempted her but also threatened her—between him and the editor-in-chief of the Political Department, she dared not offend Aoyama Xiu Xin.

After all, people usually have the courage to point guns at good people.

But won’t necessarily dare to do the same to bad people.

"That’s more like it; it’s too cold on the floor, get up quickly." Aoyama Xiu Xin helped her up gently.

Matsubara Zizhi stood up, trembling slightly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin patted the dust off her clothes, "Remember my words, I won’t give you a second chance, so you’d better cherish it."

"Yes! Yes!" Matsubara Zizhi nodded frantically.

When his hand brushed over the lower part of Matsubara Zizhi’s skirt, Aoyama Xiu Xin paused and withdrew his hand.

Matsubara Zizhi’s entire face flushed deep red.

Because she had just wet herself from fright.

This was undoubtedly the most embarrassing, shameful moment of her life, making her want nothing more than to just die.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had someone send her home, then called Fujimoto Ryosuke, "Check the editor-in-chief of the Asahi News Political Department; I want all of his information."

Knowing both oneself and the enemy can lead to victory in every battle.

...

Because he hadn’t actually killed anyone.

Nor had he taken anything from the victim’s home.

So, Noda, after swindling a fee from Xiao Lin, didn’t feel guilty about spending it lavishly and living it up. He had been detained for a month; naturally, after getting out, he wanted to indulge himself fully, which is why lately, every night was spent reveling.

The joy of that life went without saying, leaving their group of four completely intoxicated and lost within it.

Tonight, they were once again partying in a club in Kabukicho, ordering a crowd of beauties and having the time of their lives.

The lights in the private room were ablaze with color, and even the piercing music couldn’t drown out the laughter of men and women.

"Allow me to feed you a drink." A hostess snuggled against Noda, holding a glass of alcohol to his lips.

"Hey, wait a minute." Noda dodged, a sly smile on his face, "Shouldn’t it be mouth-to-mouth?"

"Mouth-to-mouth! Mouth-to-mouth!"

"It has to be mouth-to-mouth, that’s the only way to show sincerity, otherwise we won’t tip!"

The others, including the one with yellow hair, jeered on.

"Ah, you’re too bad." The woman in Noda’s arms cooed and then tipped her head back, holding the wine in her mouth and leaning towards Noda’s lips.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door to the room burst open. Everyone jumped in shock, turning to look at the entrance in unison.

Nakamura Shinichi entered, leading his team in succession.

"What do you think you’re doing..." Yellow Hair eyed the turmoil of people entering, displeased and about to stand.

"Sit down!" Nakamura Shinichi raised his foot and pushed him back onto the sofa, stepping straight on his groin, and took out his badge, "Police. We suspect you’re involved in a murder case, come with us for questioning."

As he spoke, the police behind him surged forward, pinning Noda and the others onto the sofa, cuffing their hands, and pushing them outside.

Noda was dazed throughout, completely bewildered.

It was only after they left the private room that he came to his senses.

"I didn’t kill anyone! I didn’t kill anyone! How could it be related to me, I just got released!"

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