Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 122 - 118: The Chief Executive of the Yamakawa Family is Really Capable

Chapter 122: Chapter 118: The Chief Executive of the Yamakawa Family is Really Capable

Tokyo Harbor District, Santian Third District.

President Inakawa Hong of the Daokuan Association spent the night at a residence here, and at aged fifty-two, his energy was not what it once had been, he went to bed early. However, when he was sleeping soundly, a series of telephone rings woke him up.

"Dingling ling! Dingling ling ling!"

"Moshi moshi?" he mumbled as he opened his eyes and reached for the phone on the bedside table.

The call was from a bodyguard downstairs in the living room, who respectfully said, "President, Yamakawa Ichiro, Manager of the Yamakawa Family, requests an audience, saying he has brought a gift for you."

"Idiot!" Inakawa Hong cursed, upset by the interruption of his good dream, but he was aware that for Yamakawa Ichiro to visit so late, there must be some urgent matter, and he said, "Let him wait downstairs."

Most crucially, he knew that the Yamakawa Family was under Aoyama Xiu Xin’s protection, and since he had just made a decision unfavorable to Aoyama Xiu Xin, it could relate to the Yamakawa Family’s sudden approach. He needed to get some information.

"Hi!" The bodyguard waited until Inakawa Hong hung up the phone and then went towards the door, bowing to the short and rather ugly Yamakawa Ichiro, "I apologize for the wait, Mr. Yamakawa Manager, please come in and have a seat."

The bodyguards blocking Yamakawa Ichiro bowed and then stepped aside.

"Hi!" Yamakawa Ichiro returned the bow and then waved his hand, signaling his men to wait outside, and swaggered into the living room carrying a square gift box.

He was Yamakawa Ichiro’s cousin.

And also his right-hand man.

Yamakawa Ichiro had been overweight since childhood, and Yamakawa Ichiro was short and unattractive. Both were ostracized by their peers and could only band together for warmth...

However, it was more about banding together to bully those who ostracized them, directly dominating those students who tried to intimidate them.

Both were ruthless and reckless, slightly neurotic and twisted, so they got along very well.

After sitting in the living room for about three to five minutes, accompanied by footsteps, Inakawa Hong, wearing pajamas and with graying hair, slowly walked down the stairs, gripping the railing.

"President Inakawa, I apologize for visiting so late at night," Yamakawa Ichiro stood and bowed to offer apologies.

Inakawa Hong’s expression darkened. Leaving Yamakawa Ichiro standing, he walked over and sat on the sofa before saying, "Knowing it’s presumptuous but still coming, it must be something very urgent, I hope you won’t disappoint me."

"Hi!" Yamakawa Ichiro’s crumpled face broke into a radiant smile as he picked up the gift box in front of him and presented it with both hands, "It definitely won’t disappoint you."

Inakawa Hong sat there, legs crossed, showing no reaction.

His bodyguard behind him took the gift box and opened it. The moment it snapped open, he exclaimed in shock, and the box clanged to the floor, splashing blood, as a bloody head and a piece of flesh rolled out.

"Protect the President!"

Instantly, numerous bodyguards in the living room drew their handguns and surrounded Yamakawa Ichiro.

Although Inakawa Hong was of genuinely criminal lineage, he interacted with the upper echelons of the Black Society and had never encountered such a bloody scene.

With his status, he didn’t need to kill anyone personally.

Stunned in place for a moment, what followed was a wave of nausea and anger. He glared at Yamakawa Ichiro and barked, "Idiot! What do you mean by this?"

"Hahahaha." Facing the barrels of the guns, Yamakawa Ichiro was not alarmed, instead, he laughed loudly, slapped his forehead pretending to be annoyed, and said, "It seems President Inakawa hasn’t recognized whose head this is. My fault, all my fault for not considering this, please wait a moment, let me assemble."

As he finished speaking, he bent down under everyone’s incredulous stares, picked up the head and the blood-soaked piece of flesh, and placed them on the coffee table.

He wiped the blood off the surface of the head with his sleeve, then pressed the piece of flesh onto the cheek where it was missing.

After completing these actions, he turned the head to face Inakawa Hong and grinned, "I’ve assembled the face, do you recognize it now?"

"Manager Gu Tian! It’s Manager Gu Tian Jing from the Chizhu Family!" Inakawa Hong’s bodyguard recognized him first, his pupils dilating as he shouted out.

Inakawa Hong stood up abruptly, pointing at Yamakawa Ichiro in shock and anger, "What is the Yamakawa Family trying to do? Is this a challenge? Even the Sumiyoshi Association doesn’t have the guts to do this, to kill my Daokuan Association men and bring their heads as provocation, Yamakawa Ichiro is courting death!"

He had guessed why Gu Tian Jing had died and knew why Yamakawa Ichiro brought the head, but he chose to counter-attack and pretended to be completely unaware.

Otherwise, admitting it was an order from him would mean war—a war they couldn’t justify.

"It’s not our leader who is courting death, but I believe President Inakawa knows best," Yamakawa Ichiro wiped his hands with some tissues, then drew out a digital recorder and pressed play, "President Inakawa, listen to this."

"Szz~It was an order from Daokuan Association’s director Qingtian Zheye, and we, the Chizhu Family, were only..."

Inakawa Hong’s face shifted between expressions after hearing the recording.

He hadn’t expected the other party to have recorded it.

"President Inakawa, are you aware of this? If so, are you looking for war? Although the Yamakawa Family is small, we are willing to shed our last drop of blood for Mr. Aoyama. If not, well, President Inakawa, it seems you have questionable control over the loyal subordinates left by your father," Yamakawa Ichiro put away the recorder with a mocking smile.

Inakawa Hong’s bodyguard exploded, "Idiot! How dare you be so rude to our leader!"

"Mr. Aoyama demands an explanation. Please respond within twenty-four hours," Yamakawa Ichiro said without paying any heed to him, bowing slightly to Inakawa Hong.

"Sir!" A bodyguard rushed in hurriedly, glanced at Yamakawa Ichiro, and whispered into Inakawa Hong’s ear, "Our industries in Tokyo have been attacked by unknown assailants, and many casinos and clubs raided by the police. Familiar officers indicated it was a sudden order from the Tokyo Metropolitan Public Security Committee."

Inakawa Hong suddenly looked up at Yamakawa Ichiro.

"Twenty-four hours doesn’t mean Mr. Aoyama will patiently wait that long, but rather that if a response isn’t given within twenty-four hours, the Daokuan Association will pay a price," Yamakawa Ichiro returned with a smile.

Inakawa Hong was furious and also deeply shaken by how Aoyama Xiu Xin, a mere police superintendent, could deliver such a powerful counterattack. How could he?

"Dingling ling! Dingling ling!"

Suddenly, the insistent ring of the telephone sounded.

The bodyguard quickly stepped forward to answer, "Hi! Hi!"

He then put down the receiver and walked over to Inakawa Hong, whispering, "It’s the boss’s call, he wants you to take it."

Inakawa Hong went over, picked up the receiver, and, slightly bowing, reverently shouted, "Father."

"Hong, hand over Qingtian."

"Father!" Inakawa Hong raised his voice.

"I’ve received word that tonight’s police action is personally ordered by the Chairman of the National Public Security Commission, Yanchuan Shilang. We need to show our stance."

"Qingtian is an old man of the Daokuan Association. He should make a sacrifice for the Daokuan Association. Besides, let Qingtian also inform Aoyama Xiu Xin that the mastermind behind the scenes is Heize Xin, so he won’t have a chance to settle scores with us for the betrayal."

"Besides that, I’ll contact that old man, Kubota Shigeru, to intervene and mediate, and give Aoyama Xiu Xin some compensation. That should be the end of it."

"But Father, will that guy accept this outcome?" Inakawa Hong expressed doubt.

After all, Aoyama Xiu Xin was young and aggressive, and having nearly been killed by his own hand, he wouldn’t easily let it go, would he?

"He’s a smart man. A smart man knows when to be tough and when to compromise. He has the Public Security Committee as his backing, and we Daokuan Association aren’t without support either, it’s just that we’d rather not escalate the situation into a futile struggle. He’ll be reluctant but will have to accept it."

Inakawa Hong was also reluctant.

They usually compromised with those high-and-mighty figures, and now they had to compromise with a mere senior police officer, which, to him, was utterly shameful.

But he had no choice but to obey his father’s orders. After taking a deep breath, he responded, "Hi! I understand."

After his father had hung up, he put down the receiver, turned around, and coldly said to Yamakawa Ikue, "I had no knowledge of this matter; it was entirely the unilateral action of Director Qingtian. I will hand him over, but as for why he did it, that’s for you to interrogate."

"It’s great to have a big family, a big business," Yamakawa Ikue sighed and said, "After all, there are so many people you can sacrifice. Unlike us, with our small households, we can only fight hard in such situations, with no one to hand over."

He started speaking like an old cynic.

"Idiot!" Already boiling with anger, Inakawa couldn’t contain his rage when he heard this blatant mockery. He stepped forward and slapped Yamakawa Ikue hard on the face, yelling, "Just a dog of Aoyama Xiu Xin, and you dare bark at me?"

"I am Mr. Aoyama’s dog. What about you, President Inakawa?" Yamakawa Ikue, touching the imprint on his face, leaned toward Inakawa Hong, "Woof, woof, woof~"

Inakawa Hong’s face twitched with anger.

"President Inakawa, my apologies for disturbing you." Yamakawa Ikue stepped back, bowed, and then quickly walked away.

"Idiot!"

Inakawa Hong bent down and with a fury swept everything off the coffee table onto the floor, then leaned on the table gasping for breath.

.........

Two o’clock in the morning.

On the rooftop of a large building.

The cold wind blew fiercely.

Daokuan Association Director Qingtian Zheye was being held by two men at the edge of the rooftop, his skinny body at the age of seventy blowing in the wind, tears streaming down.

Not far away, Yamakawa Ichiro was on the phone with Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Mr. Aoyama, Qingtian has just confessed everything, saying it was Heize Xin who ordered him to do it."

"Heize Xin will soon be bailed out. Have your people find him before then, and let them play their part on the day he’s released," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

Direct tit for tat, reciprocity.

Send Heize Xin up to heaven with a dump truck.

Yamakawa Ichiro replied, "Hi!"

"Send him down." Aoyama Xiu Xin said again.

"Hi!" Yamakawa Ichiro, holding the phone, walked to the edge of the rooftop and then waved to his two subordinates.

The two men threw Qingtian Zheye off the rooftop.

"Ah ah ah ah... Bang!"

Listening to the shout and the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground coming through the phone, Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up.

He knew all too well that Qingtian Zheye was just a scapegoat pushed forward by the Daokuan Association, but for now, he could only accept it, as he was still too weak.

The Daokuan Association was willing to sacrifice a high-level executive to give him an explanation, considering the faces of the Yanchuan and the Asakai families; otherwise, don’t even mention an explanation, the second attack would be imminent.

"This matter, I’ll remember, and take my time."

Aoyama Xiu Xin murmured to himself.

He originally intended to follow the principle of harmony and was planning to discuss once the automated loan machine came out and share its benefits with the Sumiyoshi Association, the Yamaguchi Group, the Daokuan Association, and other interested parties after fighting it out.

But now he’s changed his mind.

He wanted to take this chance to make the Daokuan Association pay for trying to kill him, starting by collecting some interest tonight.

"What have you remembered? Brother Xiu Xin?" Neitian Youji, who was sleeping beside him, was woken up by his talk.

She had fallen asleep in the hospital room while visiting him at night.

And had slept till now.

Aoyama Xiu Xin gently stroked her head and softly said, "Nothing much, continue sleeping, Youji."

"Oh."

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