Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 155 - 151: Police Chief Aoyama, You Wouldn’t Want to Ruin Your Reputation Either

Chapter 155: Chapter 151: Police Chief Aoyama, You Wouldn’t Want to Ruin Your Reputation Either

At nine o’clock in the evening, Tokyo Ginza.

Cars and people flooded the streets, noise and lights were dazzlingly beautiful; the complaints of increasing pressure due to economic decline and the distress of unemployment were invisible here.

If one randomly pulled a person from the lavish restaurants and luxury stores along the road and asked them if they felt happy, they would definitely answer with happiness. Hence, it can be seen that all normal people are happy, and those who complain are simply dissatisfied troublemakers.

Even the homeless people in Ginza revealed a depth of wisdom on their faces. They must be contemplating philosophy—it’s an indication of not worrying about food and drink, as only those whose material needs are met have the energy to seek spiritual solace.

Look, there’s a homeless person who suddenly lay down to sleep while walking—that’s a display of being carefree and free, possible only when one is rich in the spiritual world.

"Nation’s peace and prosperity, an era of splendor!" Aoyama Xiu Xin exclaimed after getting out of the car.

As a bureaucrat of Japan, a screw in the machinery of the state, such flourishing prosperity also owed to his contributions.

Thus, he felt honored and resolved to double his efforts to ensure the welfare of the Japanese people!

Aoyama Xiu Xin arrived at the restaurant and gave the name of Hashimoto Miho to the staff, who then led him to a private room.

Upon opening the door, he saw Hashimoto Miho dressed in a white mermaid dress sitting inside, entirely enveloped by the dress except for an enticing cleavage at the neckline, where a delicate diamond necklace lay.

The thin dress clung to her skin, outlining a voluptuous figure with full bosom, soft waist, rounded hips, and slender calves, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

"Judge Hashimoto," Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed.

Hashimoto Miho stood up to greet him, her ample figure more revealed, "Police Chief Aoyama, please take a seat."

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin sat down opposite her.

Getting closer, he noticed a small mole on Hashimoto Miho’s chin, making her face look more seductive yet her expression was indifferent.

"You must be wondering why I wanted to see you," Hashimoto Miho said expressionlessly, picking up her glass of wine, swirling it, and taking a light sip.

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin responded, perfectly expressing his confusion, "Xiu Xin indeed doesn’t understand; after all, it seems there hasn’t been any connection between Judge Hashimoto and myself."

"Now there is," Hashimoto Miho put down her glass with a half-smile, "Police Chief Aoyama abducted Noda family members, forced him to falsely accuse Suzuki Junko and Asano Hirofumi, smoothly passing through a crisis and eliminating enemies, and then cleverly convinced Suzuki Junko to befriend Suzuki Daohiro. Good tactics, good scheming, truly despicable."

By the last three words, her expression had turned into undisguised contempt, evidently looking down on Aoyama Xiu Xin for abducting the Noda family.

Being despised by a woman like this.

Aoyama Xiu Xin grew increasingly furious.

Damn, you’re a woman who climbed up by bearing children for an old man, what right do you have to look down on me?

Yet, at the same time, he felt uneasy. Since Hashimoto Miho had specifically investigated him, it surely meant she had some plans, but he didn’t know what exactly.

"Judge Hashimoto, although you are a judge, you cannot accuse someone without evidence, can you? We must talk with evidence," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, feigning displeasure, as he, of course, could not admit to it.

"Ha," Hashimoto Miho sneered with disdain, tilting her head back to reveal her attractive jawline and neck as she fixed her gaze on Aoyama Xiu Xin. "You want evidence? If I tell my husband there’s an issue with this case and ask him to push for a reinvestigation, do you think they’ll find the evidence you’re looking for this time, Police Chief Aoyama?"

"Judge Hashimoto, we’ve had no past grievances, there’s no recent animosity, why do we have to act like this?" Aoyama Xiu Xin paused, a friendly smile bloomed on his face as he bowed his head in apology, "I was a bit harsh just now, I hope Your Honor won’t take it to heart!"

If the vice president of the Supreme Court suggests reopening the case, pressure will be top-down. Many schemes and tricks will become useless. It’s not just about whether Aoyama Xiu Xin could save himself, even if he dodges one bullet, the cost would likely be too great, a loss rather than a gain.

True men know when to bow and when to stand firm. At times, you need to be tough, but other times, it requires softness.

Since Hashimoto Miho wanted to meet, it indicated things could be negotiated; it was just a matter of what she wanted.

"Police Chief Aoyama, you sure can change your tune faster than flipping a book," Hashimoto Miho mocked as she sliced her steak with a knife and fork, chewing a piece without showing her teeth, swallowing before she added methodically, "But you’re right, we’ve had no grudges old or recent. As long as Police Chief Aoyama remains compliant, I won’t stir up trouble."

Aoyama Xiu Xin finally understood; this woman intended to use her status and this situation as leverage to manipulate him into compliance!

He felt quite thrilled when previously coercing Asai Ayumi, but now that he was on the receiving end of such tactics, his fury knew no bounds.

He was a hypocrite!

"Judge Hashimoto, we are all dignified people. Wouldn’t it be better if we were friends? If there’s anything you need help with, I’ll certainly do my best. Why must things become so unpleasant?" Aoyama Xiu Xin tried to contain his anger.

"Be friends with you? Are you worthy?" Hashimoto Miho disdainfully replied softly, "I just need you to obey. That’s simple enough, Police Chief Aoyama. You don’t want to end up disgraced, do you?"

She simply looked down on Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stared coldly at her.

Hashimoto Miho’s response was to cut another slice of steak but this time, she pushed it towards Aoyama Xiu Xin and commanded, "Eat."

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s rage flared as he glared at her, veins bulging on his forehead.

This was not a flirtatious act of feeding between a man and a woman.

It was akin to feeding a pet at home.

Both the expression and gesture were full of humiliation.

In the face of Aoyama Xiu Xin’s anger, Hashimoto Miho still smiled, fearless and undisturbed.

"Ha," Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly laughed, taking a bite of the steak and mumbling unclearly, "To be personally fed by a judge, this is an honor many could only dream of, yet here I am, humbly accepting."

Damn it, just wait until you fall into my hands.

I’ll treat you like a dog!

"That’s more like it, Mr. Aoyama. The wise know when to yield," Hashimoto Miho said, a satisfied smile on her face. She put down her cutlery, casually picked up a file bag from the chair beside her, and tossed it over, "Mr. Aoyama, you’re quite skilled at dealing with people. Help me get this person into prison. Once it’s done, I won’t leave you unrewarded."

Aoyama Xiu Xin caught the file bag, took out a photo from inside and frowned at the slightly plump middle-aged woman in the picture, asking, "Who is she?"

"You should say ’Hi.’" Hashimoto Miho revealed an irritated look and spoke in a chilly tone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took a deep breath. "Hey!"

Hashimoto Miho stood up and slowly walked towards Aoyama Xiu Xin, patting his face, "I know you’re upset, but why not try working for me and see what rewards you can get? You won’t be disappointed."

As her words ended, she turned and walked away, stopping after a few steps, and turned back with a smile, "Just don’t think about playing tricks; you can’t afford the cost."

Offering a carrot while making threats.

Aoyama Xiu Xin sat there unmoved, listening to the sound of her heels fading away until they disappeared.

"Damn it! Stupid bitch!"

A beautiful Chinese curse escaped his lips.

"Crash!"

He flipped the entire table of utensils, and various exquisite cups and plates fell to the floor and shattered.

"Good evening, sir, all of our utensils are custom-made." The waiter, hearing the commotion, entered and politely reminded him after seeing the mess.

Aoyama Xiu Xin glanced up, his tone impatient, "Charge it to that woman’s account just now."

"Hey!" Understanding, the waiter quickly left.

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the photo, discovering that the woman’s name and home address were written on the back.

He immediately called Nakamura Shinichi.

"Shinichi, check out Zhongshan Miezuki living at Chiyoda District Otemachi 2 chome 112-113; don’t just rely on official records, dig up some informal rumors as well and get back to me quickly."

He wouldn’t rashly obey Hashimoto Miho’s commands. The more he did, the more leverage she had over him, reducing his chances to turn the tables.

Just like when he previously coerced Asai Ayumi.

Why did Asai Ayumi finally resign herself to fate?

Besides tasting the benefits of cooperating with him, it was also due to being deeply mired and unable to escape.

He could feel the palpable disdain Hashimoto Miho harbored when facing him, thinking she could control him just through the Noda incident?

Once Hashimoto Miho fell into his hands, Aoyama Xiu Xin would teach her what cruelty and despair mean!

............

July 2, Thursday.

Yesterday’s drizzle finally stopped.

The whole world seemed washed anew, flowers and trees revitalized, the scenery clearer.

Heize Yonghe had a habit of jogging in the morning.

With the rain stopped, he naturally resumed his exercise, running along the streets near his home.

"Heize Police Chief."

Suddenly hearing someone address him, Heize Yonghe instinctively stopped and turned, just to see a young man full of excitement running towards him from across the street.

Maybe because it was a bit chilly this morning.

The young man wore a long-sleeve jacket.

"You are..." Heize Yonghe couldn’t remember him.

The young man ran up close, a dagger slipping from his sleeve into his hand, and he stabbed Heize Yonghe in the abdomen, the blade completely disappearing into his body.

"Heize Police Chief, you don’t remember me, but I remember you. I was captured by your subordinates and thrown into jail six months ago. I’ve come specially to thank you."

The young man said viciously, pulling out the dagger and stabbing again as his words ended.

"Pssh!"

"Ah!" Heize Yonghe screamed in pain, instinctively reaching out both hands to grab the youth’s hand holding the dagger.

"Fuck you." The youth kicked him down to the ground and then turned, dagger in hand, and ran away.

Heize Yonghe clutched his wound, blood continuously seeping through his fingers and staining his hands red as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Ah! Murder! Murder!"

"Quick, call the police!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Screams erupted from the onlookers.

Due to timely medical assistance, Heize Yonghe’s life was no longer in danger, but the injury affected his organs and he could no longer do strenuous exercise and required long-term treatment.

That same afternoon, the perpetrator was caught. It was found that he was a gangless punk who had indeed been arrested six months earlier by Shinten Police Station for theft.

During interrogation, the assailant stubbornly claimed he harbored resentment against the personnel of Shinten Police Station, hence his attack on Heize Yonghe, denying any external influence.

If he served a few years, he could become an official member of the Yamakawa Family, earning a decent monthly salary, making the jail time worth it.

Besides, he was confident he’d soon end up in jail for other reasons.

It was better to secure his future this way.

With her husband still unconscious after surgery, Mrs. Heize was distraught and instinctively called her daughter Heize Xunyi, who was studying in China, crying as she relayed the news.

Upon learning that her father had been seriously attacked and hospitalized, Heize Xunyi immediately prepared to take leave to return to Japan for a visit.