Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 120 - 116: The Mastermind, Interrogation of Nakamura Shinichi

Chapter 120: Chapter 116: The Mastermind, Interrogation of Nakamura Shinichi

"Ironically!" Fujimoto Ryosuke suddenly had an epiphany, but followed up by saying, "But Shinichi-san, this is just speculation, right? Even though it sounds plausible, there’s no evidence to support it."

"Yes, but as long as we investigate with the assumption that the Kimura family is the culprit, we will definitely find evidence," said Nakamura Shinichi, full of energy.

He hated banks the most. His family used to be somewhat well-off, the banks eager to offer them loans. But when the economy took a downturn, the bank started calling in the loans, driving his family to bankruptcy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had to become a police officer.

In his view, bank personnel were like fair-weather friends, only there when convenient and purely driven by profit. No wonder the Kimura family’s cunning was no surprise to him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "Since you’re so confident in your deduction, Shinichi, go ahead and investigate."

Obviously, he intended to support his subordinate’s work.

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi bowed in response.

Aoyama Xiu Xin then turned to Fujimoto Ryosuke, contemplating, and said, "Keep an eye on Saihara Ichiro. Check if he has been involved in any illegal activities. If not, well, find a way to make him have some."

"Yes, sir!" Fujimoto Ryosuke also bowed deeply.

Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand to dismiss them.

Even lying in his hospital bed, he directed their work, ever so diligent.

After another bow, the two turned and left.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had just closed his eyes for a rest when he heard the door open again. Frowning slightly as he recognized the visitor, he said, "President Tangong."

The uninvited guest was none other than the president of Heaven Club, Tangong Huizi, her wine-red hair draped over her shoulders, donning a pink strapless dress, sheer flesh-toned stockings, and high heels—her appearance as flamboyant as always.

"Police Chief Aoyama really is heartless," said Tangong Huizi with a forlorn look in her eyes. After closing the door, she cooed, "The other day you left me so exhausted I had to lean against the wall to walk, and afterward, you never wanted to see me again. You didn’t even tell me you were in hospital; it’s heartbreaking."

"I didn’t want to worry you by seeing me in this state. I didn’t tell you for your own good!" retorted Aoyama Xiu Xin shamelessly.

Tangong Huizi nearly choked. "It’s not as if seeing you in a coffin would bring a tear to my eye," she thought, but said sweetly, "You really do care, don’t you, Chief Aoyama? I’m touched. I misunderstood you."

"No problem, I forgive you. Being misunderstood is all part of being an adult," Aoyama Xiu Xin magnanimously declared.

Tangong Huizi felt like biting him. She sat down beside the hospital bed, her eyes brimming with concern, and asked, "Is it serious? Are you all right?"

"Thank you for your concern, President Tangong. It’s just some superficial wounds," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied with a slight smile.

He had only survived the ordeal thanks to the exceptional physical condition and reflexes he gained after his time travel.

He knew he had to climb up the ranks. The higher his position, the safer he’d be. For instance, if he became Prime Minister, he wouldn’t have to worry about being assassinated.

Cough, to emphasise, excluding past Prime Ministers.

"That’s good to hear, very good," Tangong Huizi sighed in relief, her chest heaving as she took a membership card out of her bag. "I forgot to give this to you last time."

"I don’t need it, thanks. Last time was just to see what it was like with friends. With my salary, I can’t afford such places," declined Aoyama Xiu Xin, not taking the card.

Tangong Huizi forcibly handed it over, "This card is special. Any expenses at the club go on my account. How about that?"

"Really? That must be worth quite a bit then?" Aoyama Xiu Xin said, twiddling the card between his fingers.

Tangong Huizi laughed lightly, "What do you think?"

"So how much do you think I should sell it for?" Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned, appearing to seriously seek advice.

Tangong Huizi’s smile froze, her expression turning cold, "Actually, Chief Aoyama, there’s no need to be so wary of me. I just wanted to make friends. Among my friends are several Senior Police Directors; you really have nothing to worry about."

"President Tangong, I’m open to friendship, but let’s skip the bribery," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he tossed the card onto her lap dismissively, "I live by the principle that one must not accept rewards without merit. If I take your favor and then can’t reciprocate when asked, how can we be friends on equal terms?"

He didn’t want to get too close to the Koreans but didn’t want to offend them either. Koreans, after all, are sensitive and even more so in spirit. Should they decide that he was ungrateful and needed a lesson, wouldn’t he just be inviting trouble?

The Koreans had secretly supported many powers.

And they could easily deal with him as he was now.

Unless one day he held a high office, then he might consider bringing these Koreans to heel.

"You’re right, Chief Aoyama. It was thoughtless of me. I’ll take the card back then." Tangong Huizi, regaining her composure and smile, slipped the card back into her bag, coquettishly said, "As friends, it’s normal to grab a meal or have a drink together from time to time, isn’t it, Chief Aoyama?"

As long as Aoyama Xiu Xin was willing to keep in contact with her, she could corrupt him subtly and bring him to their side.

"A bubble bath is quite normal, too," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a lecherous laugh, slapping her thigh, "Better exercise a bit too, huh? Don’t always end up convulsing and rolling your eyes. You Koreans aren’t very enduring, are you?"

"You..." Tangong Huizi shot him an infuriated look, then snorted coldly as she stood to leave, "Rest well, Chief Aoyama. I have things to attend to, so I’ll be going."

It’s not like you’re too much to handle, moron!

"Take care," Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand.

.........

Inside a high-end café in Tokyo Ginza.

Ninpei Oshiro and Saihara Ichiro met here.

"He sure has a strong will to live; he didn’t die even after the hit," Ninpei Oshiro sighed with regret.

Good people don’t live long, but trouble lingers for a thousand years.

"According to the surveillance footage released in the news, his reaction was too quick. An ordinary person would have been hit long ago," Saihara Ichiro, a refined and elegant middle-aged handsome man, sipped his coffee and continued, "Matsubara Zizhi says that Aoyama Xiu Xin is a demon in the guise of desire, and she slept with him the night before yesterday after deliberately seducing him. What should we do next?"

His relationship with the Renping family was actually average, and he just had a good personal friendship with Ninpei Oshiro. Though the Renping family had helped him when he was promoted to editor-in-chief, the only person he was truly grateful to was Ninpei Oshiro himself.

So when Ninpei Oshiro asked him to help design a trap for Aoyama Xiu Xin, he agreed without hesitation.

"Have Matsubara Zizhi keep evidence after their next sexual encounter and report him for rape," Ninpei Oshiro’s eyes flashed coldly. With this series of moves, they could destroy Aoyama Xiu Xin without even showing their faces.

Even if Yanchuan Xianyou came forward to help Aoyama Xiu Xin smooth things over, his reputation would be severely damaged, and Asai Ayumi would hardly still be interested in him; in the end, she would still become their Renping family’s daughter-in-law, and everything would return to its original track.

However, he didn’t know that Asai Ayumi had never looked up to Aoyama Xiu Xin to begin with and was completely forced to marry him.

Even if this incident were exposed, Asai Ayumi would simply show magnanimity and declare she didn’t care, not to mention the accusations against Aoyama Xiu Xin; even if he ate shit, she would still have to marry him.

Saihara Ichiro nodded in agreement, "Okay."

At four in the afternoon, before finishing work, Nakamura Shinichi interrogated the driver who hit Aoyama Xiu Xin for the second time.

"I’ve already told you, I just mistook the accelerator for the brake because I was drunk. Even if you beat me to death, it’s still the same!" The driver looked rough and tough.

"I’m not beating you today," Nakamura Shinichi grinned without warmth, crossed his legs on the table, and flicked the ash from his cigarette, "I just want to tell you something."

The driver’s curiosity was successfully piqued by these words.

"Your son, young and promising, eh? At such a young age, he’s started robbing his classmates. He’s just been caught by our juvenile crime division and is being interrogated in the room next to yours," Nakamura Shinichi said with a smile.

The driver’s face turned pale, and he began cursing furiously, "Idiot! You guys come at me if you’ve got something, leave my son out of this!"

"Slap!" Nakamura Shinichi, who said he wouldn’t hit him today, broke his word, slapping the driver hard and yanking his hair as he scolded, "We’re handling him? We are upholding the law! Don’t you understand your own son?"

On hearing this, the driver was at a loss for words, his face turning a mix of green and white, clearly aware that his son was indeed capable of doing such a thing, but he still managed to mutter in defense, "He... he is just a kid."

"Yes, he’s just a kid. That’s all the more reason we can’t overlook him," Nakamura Shinichi wore a mocking smile, patted his face, "So bad at such a young age, won’t he be worse in the future? We need to lock him up now to prevent him from causing harm."

"No! You can’t do this! You can’t!" The driver panicked, grabbing Nakamura Shinichi’s sleeve and pleading, "I beg you, let him off. I don’t have much longer to live, and he’s the only man in the house. Have mercy on us, please."

"Get lost, there are plenty of pitiful people in this world; I can’t spare sympathy for all of them," Nakamura Shinichi coldly brushed off his hand and then sharply turned, "However... if you confess who hired you to run someone over, I might let him go."

On hearing this, the driver fell silent once again.

He sat back down.

"Today your son is caught for robbery; tomorrow your wife will be arrested for fraud, and the day after your daughter will be publicly chastised by the school for stealing. Are you sure you want to play this game with us?" Nakamura Shinichi said with a threatening smile.

For ordinary people without any connections, the slightest arbitrariness of power is enough to devastate their families.

"Idiot!" The driver stood up again in agitation, grabbing Nakamura Shinichi’s collar and roaring with eyes filled with rage, "I just wanted to make things a little better for my family before I die, why are you forcing me like this! You horrible bureaucrats, damn bureaucrats!"

"How well or poorly your family fares, whether they live or die, what do I care?" Nakamura Shinichi sneered, breaking free from his grip and pressing against his chest, "All I know is that you almost killed my boss. If you don’t come clean, I can’t make your family’s life easy, but making it difficult for them is definitely doable."

The driver broke down, burying his face in his hands and sobbing on the table, crying out, "Why, why are you forcing me?"

Tears streamed down his face, his voice filled with resentment.

"It’s because you’re weak, what else?" Nakamura Shinichi took a drag of his cigarette, feeling no inner turmoil, "If you haven’t spoken by the time I finish this cigarette, I’m going to next door to handle your son."

Japanese society is extremely indifferent; the weak receive no sympathy, they should die, and they should be bullied. While this saying may be extreme, it’s more or less the case.

The cigarette was finished, and since the driver continued to cry without confessing, Nakamura Shinichi crushed the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground. He turned to walk out, calling back without looking:

"I’ll tell your son that you chose not to protect him, leading to his suffering."

"Wait! Wait!" Just as Nakamura Shinichi opened the door, the driver finally called out to him.

Nakamura Shinichi stopped and looked back at him.

"Last chance, are you going to talk?"

The driver’s face was full of despair and helplessness, and he said with a blank stare, "Don’t go after him, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything."