Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 132 - 128: Showing Off My Skills, I’m Just Naturally Strong

Chapter 132: Chapter 128: Showing Off My Skills, I’m Just Naturally Strong

"Police Chief Aoyama must have guessed the purpose of my visit," he began, "Detective Nakamura has been severely disrupting my life and work lately, and I hope Police Chief Aoyama can restrain his subordinate a bit."

"Frankly speaking, my coming to you, Mr. Aoyama, is because I admire someone like you who used to be nothing and yet managed to create your own success through hard effort. Out of respect for you, I hope you will show me some respect too."

Kimura Yakuo spoke in a calm and earnest tone, requesting help but maintaining his dignity.

As he said, just by discussing this matter with Xiu Xin showed the face he was giving him.

Otherwise, he would have gone directly to Renping Kuniaki.

Of course, the reason he sought Xiu Xin was also that he didn’t want to make a big fuss about the matter.

It’s best if it could be quietly solved at the grassroots level.

"Mr. Kimura, Detective Nakamura is a stubborn man driven by pride. He has put so much effort into the Ayase Mihiko case, to stop him now would make him lose face," Xiu Xin carefully chose his words.

Kimura Yakuo coming to him meant Detective Shinichi Nakamura was on the right track — Kimura had killed his mistress.

Xiu Xin wasn’t there to uphold justice for the Japanese; Ayase Mihiko was already dead, and he didn’t want to offend Kimura Yakuo for a dead woman.

Instead, he considered how he could use the dead woman to bring benefits to himself, letting her ’warmth’ serve a purpose.

Wasn’t the investigation by Detective Shinichi Nakamura into Kimura Yakuo allowed for this very moment?

"Ha ha," Kimura Yakuo chuckled, leaning forward slightly, "What am I? A banker, right? So, let’s use money to pave the way for Detective Nakamura to step down. Police Chief Aoyama, how much do you think he’s worth?"

His words were direct and arrogant.

But they showed just how confident he was.

He didn’t bother to mask his intent or beat around the bush. He just wanted to get rid of this "little" nuisance quickly.

However, the composed and confident Kimura Yakuo had lost his composure last night when confronted by Detective Shinichi Nakamura, clearly fearing his wife, since his current confidence was all due to his father-in-law, who also could take it back.

It was a case of mutual suppression.

"He doesn’t like money," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head.

Detective Nakamura: "Don’t include me in your bluffing."

"People who don’t like money?" Kimura Yakuo chuckled as if hearing a joke. Seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin’s serious expression, he frowned, "That complicates things."

He hated people who didn’t like money the most in his life.

"But people who don’t like money often care about other things. I have done him a favor; I can persuade him," said Aoyama Xiu Xin, shifting the conversation.

Kimura Yakuo’s expression gradually relaxed, and he smiled again, "Then, Police Chief Aoyama, how much do you think you’re worth? I never let anyone help for free, even if it’s a small matter, I show my sincerity."

"I also don’t like money," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

Kimura Yakuo revealed a particularly interested smile.

"I like making friends and hope to become friends with Mr. Kimura," said Aoyama Xiu Xin earnestly.

As long as Kimura Yakuo was safe, he would surely climb to a higher position. The contacts and vast funds he controlled were what Aoyama Xiu Xin coveted.

To go further, one needs many friends and few enemies (or eliminate them completely).

Kimura Yakuo propped his leg over the other, hands clasped on his knee, "As a member of the Asakai family and a close friend of Mr. Yanchuan, Police Chief Aoyama naturally qualifies to be my friend. But friends also shouldn’t help each other for free; what should be given must be given. Far from harming our friendship, this forms the basis of our trust."

His approach to Aoyama Xiu Xin for help was indeed an opportunity to establish a relationship.

Who would complain about having too many useful friends?

And as someone who had risen through his father-in-law’s help, he felt a kindred connection with Aoyama Xiu Xin.

The only difference was his wife was unattractive, while Asai Ayumi was curvy and beautiful.

"Hey!" Xiu Xin lowered his head, knowing that if he didn’t accept Kimura Yakuo’s offer, Kimura wouldn’t feel secure. He said, "In that case, it’ll be at Mr. Kimura’s discretion."

"Then let’s toast our friendship with tea," Kimura Yakuo said with a slight smile, raising his tea cup.

"Cheers," replied Aoyama Xiu Xin, lifting his cup too.

"Ding~" their cups clinked.

At that moment, a fair-skinned young man in his twenties came over with a plate of rice cakes.

"Mr. Kimura, this is a small token of our appreciation for taking care of our business."

Kimura was obviously a regular at this restaurant.

"Thank you very much," Kimura slightly nodded in response.

"Thank you," Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed slightly.

The young man suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, looking at Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Sir, are you also Chinese?"

In a former life.

"I’m Japanese, but I’ve always loved Chinese culture," replied Aoyama Xiu Xin with a slight smile.

The young man laughed naively, "Then your Mandarin is really standard; I couldn’t detect any accent."

"Yosshi, I didn’t expect Mr. Aoyama to also appreciate Chinese culture, even ahead of me. I only know basic Chinese," Kimura Yakuo struggled to understand the conversation but grew to like Aoyama Xiu Xin even more, as they shared the same hobby, timeliness, and capability.

"Crash!" a sudden loud noise rang out.

Aoyama Xiu Xin and Kimura Yakuo instinctively looked toward the sound, only to see five shifty-looking men swagger in through the door.

"Old Yang, time to pay the protection money."

The leader, a middle-parted young man, knocked on the counter.

"Sorry," the rice cake-serving young man’s complexion changed as he approached them, "Didn’t we just pay a few days ago? How many times a month are you collecting?"

"Xiao Yang, don’t be like that. Did you eat yesterday and stop eating today?" the middle-parted man mocked.

The four minions behind him laughed along.

"Yeah, you gotta eat every day, and you earn money every day just like we need to,"

"If you don’t pay the protection fee, can you continue doing business if trouble arises? Don’t lose out over something small."

Everyone spoke in Chinese, and Aoyama Xiu Xin furrowed his brows. He despised these people who bullied their own kind in a foreign land even more than he despised the Japanese aggressors.

Initially, the Chinese Gang came together to help each other make a living and fight against the extortion by the Japanese Gang. But eventually, things went sour.

They didn’t even need the Japanese Gang to extort them anymore.

They could just extort their own people.

All the other foreign gangs in Japan were pretty much the same, like the South Korean and other Southeast Asian gangs—they all bullied their own kind the most.

"It must be those from the Fulong Gang." Although Kimura Yakuo didn’t understand much, he could tell it was Chinese being spoken, "They are fierce in Japan, they have friction with many local gangs, but it doesn’t concern us. Let’s go. There’s an old Chinese saying, ’A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall,’ Mr. Aoyama, I entrust my matter to you."

"Hey!" Aoyama Xiu Xin responded. He didn’t know how much it was so he just randomly counted a few bills and slapped them down on the table, shouting in Chinese, "Check, please!"

"I’ll treat you next time." Kimura Yakuo’s hand, which was about to pull out his wallet, retreated, and he stood up to leave.

Aoyama Xiu Xin quickly followed behind him.

A man with a center-parted hair made a signal, and four underlings immediately blocked Aoyama Xiu Xin and Kimura Yakuo at the door.

"You! What do you think you’re doing? Move and let us through quickly!" Kimura Yakuo frowned and scolded in Chinese, his imposing manner evident.

"Shit, there’s a real Japanese here too." The center-parted man cursed and looked at Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Have you paid your protection fee? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here."

"Little Sun, they are all my guests, don’t trouble them," Old Yang, who was over fifty, quickly intervened to smooth things over, pulling out money, "I’ll pay, I’ll pay."

"Go to hell! Old bastard, who the hell are you calling Little Sun?" The center-parted man slapped him across the face.

"What the hell are you doing!" Xiao Yang was furious in an instant but was held back by Old Yang. He could only turn his concern to his father, "Dad, are you okay, Dad?"

"Mr. Aoyama, what are they doing?" After finishing his question, Kimura Yakuo added, "Are they asking for money? Then just give it to them, it’s better not to start a conflict."

Although they both had status and identity.

The other party didn’t recognize them though, and it wasn’t worth it to get beaten up; even retaliating later wouldn’t be worth it.

"Mr. Kimura, I’m the only one who collects protection money from others, please step back," Aoyama Xiu Xin said lightly, slowly rolling up his sleeves.

This was a perfect opportunity to test his strength, as he possessed a power beyond normal humans.

Little Sun laughed at the scene, "Yo, looking to fight, huh? Want to try us?"

"Slap!"

Before he finished speaking, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s slap had already landed on his face. The man’s cheekbone was instantly shattered, his face deformed, teeth fell out, and his body was flung backwards, landing unconscious on the ground.

Youth is great; he’s out like a light.

"Big brother!"

The other four men were startled by the scene.

The look they gave Aoyama Xiu Xin was filled with terror and shock. Does this guy have human strength?

"Shit! You... you just wait!"

After dropping a ferocious line, the four of them tried to run.

Aoyama Xiu Xin grabbed a chair and threw it, hitting one of them with a clang. The man lay unconscious on the ground.

Then he grabbed another by the collar, pulling him backward while simultaneously kicking out. The man’s leg was instantly broken and twisted, and he let out a terrible scream.

"Big brother! Big brother! We were wrong!"

"We won’t dare again, we’ll pay you some protection money, please just let us go!"

The remaining two didn’t even dare to run, immediately kneeling on the spot and offering up all their money with both hands.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, expressionless, stepped forward and delivered a slap to each of them, sending blood flying and knocking them unconscious on the ground.

He settled the group with just a few punches and kicks.

"Mr. Kimura, let’s go," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, picking up a napkin to wipe his hands, then straightening his tie as if nothing had happened.

He had held back somewhat; he was afraid he’d kill someone. Sigh, there wasn’t anyone strong enough to test his real strength.

He was certain Ma Dongxi would definitely not be able to beat him.

It took a moment for Kimura Yakuo to recover, his eyes wide, looking at Aoyama Xiu Xin as if he were an alien, repeatedly exclaiming in astonishment, "Oh! Incredible! Incredible!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin never imagined that he would one day hear such words from a Japanese man’s mouth.

"Boss Yang, if someone from the Fulong Gang comes looking for you, give them this," said Aoyama Xiu Xin as he took out a business card.

Old Yang took it with both hands, "Yes, yes, yes."

Then Aoyama Xiu Xin walked outside.

"Mr. Aoyama, did you learn martial arts?" As they walked outside, Kimura Yakuo was still not over the shock.

Aoyama Xiu Xin responded breezily, "No, I was just born with supernatural strength."

"Yo, incredible, really incredible! Getting to know Mr. Aoyama is the best thing that happened to me today. Let’s have drinks together sometime. I’ll take my leave now."

"Mr. Kimura, have a safe trip."

Standing at the entrance of the restaurant, Aoyama Xiu Xin watched as Kimura Yakuo drove away, then looked back at the five people inside, unaware of whether they were dead or alive, before getting into his car and leaving.

The moment he left, the underling knocked out by the chair stealthily opened his eyes, glanced around, quickly got up, snatched the business card from Old Yang, and ran off.

Little bastard, just you wait!

What good is being able to fight?

Nowadays, in this world, it’s all about power and connections!