Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 162 - 158: Protecting the Best Sister-in-Law, Gamblers Will Not Die Well

Chapter 162: Chapter 158: Protecting the Best Sister-in-Law, Gamblers Will Not Die Well

"You’ll have to wait until after the successful robbery of the gold shop to take revenge, and by that time, you’ll also manage to distract the police. Besides, both Aoyama Xiu Xin and Nakamura Shinichi will certainly be on guard against you, so the chances of successfully taking revenge are not high."

"But whether I succeed or not, I’ll only strike once, and then I’ll leave Tokyo. How about that?"

Yoshida Tomo asked, looking at Noda.

"Okay! I’ll follow your lead, Mr. Yoshida. If we can’t kill the two this time, it just means those two bastards are lucky!" Noda nodded emphatically, aware of the precarious situation they were in. That Yoshida Tomo had agreed to help him seek vengeance was already an additional risk.

What more could he possibly ask for? To make a single attack and then immediately escape was the most rational course of action.

Yoshida Tomo patted his shoulder and turned to the six underlings set to back him up, "Our wanted posters are plastered all over the streets, so you guys will have to handle gathering information and robbing the gold shop."

"Hey! Don’t worry, boss, such minor things don’t need your involvement. If you had to handle everything personally, what would we be needed for?"

"Yeah, boss, just leave it all to us."

The six declared one after another.

"I trust you all," Yoshida Tomo said with a smile.

That very night, of the ten escapees that Yoshida Tomo had let go to mislead the police, three were caught.

These three hadn’t even attempted to hide; instead, they had gone to nearby towns to dine and dash, solicit prostitutes without paying, satisfying their appetites, and then brazenly informed the owners they had no money but were fugitives; they suggested the owners call the police and collect the reward as payment.

After all, they had been "eating off the state"; it seemed only fitting that the state should pick up the tab for their indulgences outside the prison walls.

They treated the entire episode as nothing more than a holiday.

The remaining seven clearly coveted their freedom more, so they continued to duck and hide, evading capture by the police.

Of course, they didn’t have advance plans as meticulous as Yoshida Tomo’s, nor did they have his resources and support, so it was inevitable they would be caught sooner or later.

Due to the prison break, Aoyama Xiu Xin worked late into the night before heading home. Standing outside, he was surprised to see the living room light was still on, meaning Big Sister-in-law hadn’t gone to bed yet.

He took out his keys and entered the house.

"Xiu Xin, you’re back," Aoyama Haruko said as she came over and knelt to help him change into slippers.

She had already taken a bath and changed into a nightgown.

The nightgown was loose and comfortable, and as she knelt, the neckline slid down, revealing the tantalizing sight of her fair, ample cleavage shaking with her movements.

"Why are you up so late, Big Sister-in-law?" Xiu Xin asked while taking in the view.

From the side is a ridge; from the angle, a peak. Japan’s most beautiful natural scenery wasn’t Mount Fuji, but on his sister-in-law.

Kneeling on the floor, Aoyama Haruko raised her head, brushed a strand of hair from her ear, and smiled, "I saw the news and knew you’d be working late, so I wanted to wait to warm up your dinner."

With that, she stood up.

"You’re so kind, Big Sister-in-law," Aoyama Xiu Xin seemed touched, and immediately embraced her.

Aoyama Haruko, taken by surprise, stiffened and dared not move. Her heart raced, and her cheeks quickly turned pink. Feigning composure, she said, "We’re family, of course, I’d be good to you, just as you are to me. Now, let go of me."

The man’s warm body was something she wasn’t accustomed to.

"No, let me hug you. I feel a bit tired today," Xiu Xin said, hugging her even tighter, feeling how her softness was squished by his body.

Hearing this, Haruko couldn’t help but feel a touch of pity, her maternal instincts and tender gaze moved her to slowly return his embrace.

Xiu Xin really has been working too hard.

A hug among family members isn’t a big deal. Xiu Xin is simply seeking comfort from his elder. There’s nothing untoward happening.

Haruko repeated these reassurances to herself.

The two remained quietly in their embrace by the entrance, both able to feel the heat of each other’s bodies growing, their heartbeats quickening, and their breaths deepening.

"Alright, you should rest, Xiu Xin. I’ll go warm up your dinner," Haruko said, breaking the silence.

Continuing the embrace might lead to something happening.

As the moment passed, Xiu Xin reluctantly let go of his sister-in-law and grinned, "Thanks, Big Sister-in-law."

"You know I’m your big sister-in-law, you don’t need to thank me," Haruko responded with feigned annoyance, giving him a glare before turning and sashaying into the kitchen.

Watching his sister-in-law’s graceful departure, Xiu Xin suddenly remembered the pressing matters, "By the way, Big Sister-in-law, don’t go to the flower shop for a while. Just stay home, go out less. If you do go out, I’ll arrange for someone to follow you. Among the fugitives is someone who has a grudge against me. If he can’t get back at me, he might target you instead. You have to be careful."

The most obvious vulnerability he had was his sister-in-law.

"Mm, don’t worry, Xiu Xin, I’ll follow your plans to the letter and won’t cause any trouble for you," Haruko said, beaming back at him and playfully waving her fists.

She was never the type to act decisively, believing in her righteousness despite the dangers.

Seeing her charming act, Xiu Xin couldn’t help but smile a little. Whoever dared to hurt Aoyama Haruko, he would scatter their ashes.

To protect the best sister-in-law in the world!

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Prisoners broke out.

Most people didn’t care, just watching as entertainment, continuing to eat, drink, and have their fun.

Take Hashimoto Miho’s assistant Jinwei Rong, for example: he went to gamble at a casino he frequented lately. A couple of days ago, he had met a Chinese gambling expert there and followed his bets to win a good sum of money.

It made him so distracted at work during the day, his mind still reveling in the thrill of sweeping victories at the casino alongside the expert, feeling the high of winning money—a truly exhilarating experience.

After all, for gamblers, winning money is a one-in-a-million event, losing is just another day in the life of gambling.

As soon as he entered the casino, Jinwei Rong headed straight for the most crowded table, indeed seeing the gambling expert surrounded and adored like a star.

"Mr. Wang, winning again?" Jinwei Rong said with an envious look, eyeing the tall stack of chips in front of the other man.

If he had that kind of skill, he wouldn’t be working as a judge’s assistant and would be withdrawing money from casinos every day instead.

"Mr. Jinwei is here." The Mr. Wang, the gambling expert, pushed his chips forward and told the casino staff, "Exchange these for money and deposit it into my account."

"Alright!" the staff member responded.

Jinwei Rong was about to place his bets too when Mr. Wang decided not to play anymore. "Mr. Wang, keep going!"

"No rush, let’s chat on the side." Mr. Wang led Jinwei Rong to a sofa, asked a waiter for two drinks, and pointed to a silver-haired old man in the casino. "Mr. Jinwei, do you know that Japanese over there? The one with lots of chips in front of him."

"Mr. Wang, this is Japan, it’s all Japanese here. I can’t possibly know every one of them." Jinwei Rong laughed helplessly, eager to get back to the betting. "Why don’t we win a few more rounds first, then chat?"

"What’s the point of winning that little money? How long do you have to win to be financially free?" Mr. Wang disdainfully replied, pointing at the silver-haired elder. "I’ve been watching him all night. Guess how much he’s lost tonight?"

"Lost? I think he still has several tens of millions of yen in chips in front of him," Jinwei Rong said surprisingly.

"Just exchanged it," Mr. Wang said, adding after a pause, "For the fourth time, and each time it’s no less than 50 million yen. He’s a fat sheep!"

"You mean to say..." Jinwei Rong caught on, his heart starting to heat up with the hint.

Mr. Wang took a sip of his drink and smiled confidently, "I’m planning to play a big game with him. Mr. Jinwei, if you’re interested, you can join me at the table."

"How big?" Jinwei Rong asked.

Mr. Wang flexed his neck and said, "If things go well, I could be financially free tonight."

Jinwei Rong’s breath hitched, tempted but still holding on to a shred of reason, he said with a wry smile, "Forget it..."

"You think I’m going to lose?" Mr. Wang felt his ability was being questioned, his face turned displeased and he frowned, "If that’s the case, then I’ll go by myself."

"Wait, wait a second!" Jinwei Rong grabbed Mr. Wang. He had won quite a bit by following the man in the last few days and didn’t want to offend this god of wealth. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Mr. Wang, how about this—I’ll only play a couple of rounds with you. If I lose, I’ll cut my losses in time."

"You won’t lose," Mr. Wang confidently patted his shoulder because, damn it, this was the Fulong Gang’s casino, he was with the Fulong Gang, the silver-haired elder was with the Fulong Gang, and most people in the casino were extras specifically there to swindle Jinwei Rong.

As expected, Jinwei Rong followed the play for two rounds and directly won more than 30 million yen. His face flushed and his breathing quickened—he had never won so much at a gambling table in all his years of gambling.

Mr. Wang chuckled, "Mr. Jinwei, that’s two rounds. You should quit while you’re ahead. Step down now."

"No no no, add me in for another round, keep me in!" Jinwei Rong begged with a smile, his face eager. Gamblers are a superstitious lot; he felt his luck was up that night, and he was on the verge of striking it rich!

Then Jinwei Rong began to win a little and lose a lot, with small wins and big losses, his chips quickly disappearing. Mr. Wang repeatedly advised him to cut his losses in time, but by now, he was completely carried away.

After all, he had tens of millions just a moment ago, and now he had nothing—who the hell could stand that? He had to win back the money; he wasn’t leaving the table until he broke even.

By 2 a.m., Jinwei Rong walked out of the casino, his soul seemingly crushed, his eyes empty and lifeless, he sat down heavily on the nearby steps. His hands trembling, he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with several attempts.

"Sigh—"

He exhaled a puff of smoke with a melancholy look.

Just a few hours ago, he was a young man with assets over a hundred million, but now, his net worth had skyrocketed, leaving him with a debt of 320 million yen.

He had no idea how he had amassed so much debt; when he came to his senses, there were no more chips in front of him, just a pile of IOUs.

Jinwei Rong wasn’t dumb, he was quite smart, but even smart people turn into idiots when gambling takes over. Now, having lost everything and finally calming down, he realized he had been played by Mr. Wang.

"Damn it, you sneaky Chinese! All deserve to die!"

He cursed and violently smashed the cigarette on the ground.

"Hehe, Mr. Jinwei seems quite angry."

A familiar voice reached his ears.

Jinwei Rong looked up angrily, but when he saw the scene before him, he froze in place—not only was Mr. Wang there, but he was also backed by several strong men.

"Mr. Jinwei, your real creditor insists on seeing you right now. Please come with us."

As soon as Mr. Wang finished speaking, he gestured with his hand.

The strong men behind him surged forward and pinned Jinwei Rong down.

"What are you doing! Let go of me! Where are you taking me! Help... Ah! Stop hitting! I’ll go with you, I’ll go, ah! Stop!"

Jinwei Rong initially struggled, but after taking a couple of hard punches, he quickly became cooperative.

"Damn, these little brats really deserve a beating. They never walk when cajoled; have to be forced every time, damn bastards!"

Mr. Wang cursed, stooped to pick up the cigarette Jinwei Rong had just thrown away, unbothered, put it in his mouth, and started smoking, puffing clouds of smoke with great comfort.

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