Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 163 - 159: He Wants Three Hundred Million, Burn It for Him! Revenge

Chapter 163: Chapter 159: He Wants Three Hundred Million, Burn It for Him! Revenge

At 3 a.m., a breeze whispered through the night.

Beside the canal, a Mercedes and two Hondas parked along the road, with Aoyama Xiu Xin standing by the riverside, smoking, flanked by eight burly men dressed differently.

They were sent by Yamakawa Ichiro to ensure his safety, the same men assigned to him before, who had to drive behind him wherever he went to provide protection.

With the roaring of engines, few beams of headlights pierced through the darkness, the three cars came to a halt, and Zhao Qinghong walked towards Aoyama Xiu Xin, carrying Jinwei Rong personally.

But they were stopped by the people from the Yamakawa Family.

"Damn!"

Zhao Qinghong cursed softly in Mandarin, then released Jinwei Rong and raised his hands to be searched.

After ensuring the two were unarmed, the people from the Yamakawa Family bowed in apology and stepped aside.

"Mr. Aoyama, I have brought both the person and the loan agreement," Zhao Qinghong, with a flattering smile on his face, shouted, holding up the bruised Jinwei Rong.

Aoyama Xiu Xin slowly turned around.

"It’s... it’s you!"

Jinwei Rong blurted out instinctively.

"Kneel down when you speak, you bastard!" Zhao Qinghong kicked the back of Jinwei Rong’s legs, forcing him to kneel.

Aoyama Xiu Xin exhaled a puff of smoke, looking down at Jinwei Rong, and said, "You know me."

"Well, of course, Police Chief Aoyama’s reputation is soaring recently, who wouldn’t know you?" Jinwei Rong tried to hide the unnatural trace on his face, forcing a smile.

"The contract." Aoyama Xiu Xin extended his hand.

Bending down, Zhao Qinghong respectfully handed him the contract with both hands.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shook the contract in his hand, making a rustling sound in the night wind, "Mr. Jinwei, you now owe me 320 million. How are you planning to repay?"

"Police Chief Aoyama, just tell me directly what you want me to do," Jinwei Rong said with a resigned look.

"Good, I like smart people," Aoyama Xiu Xin slightly smiled, returned the contract to Zhao Qinghong, flicked his cigarette ash, and said, "As I know, Hashimoto Miho has been taking quite a few bribes. As her confidant, you must know a lot of evidence. Hand it over to me, and I cancel the gambling debt; otherwise, it’s only right to repay the debt."

"Chief Aoyama, I... a mere assistant, that hardly counts as a confidant. You are giving me too much credit! I truly know nothing about Judge Hashimoto’s dealings!" Jinwei Rong pleaded with a sorrowful face.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s expression turned cold, "You just said you were smart, why are you playing dumb now?"

He squatted in front of Jinwei Rong, deeply inhaled a drag of smoke, then pressed the burning cigarette butt on his hand, the scent of burning flesh spreading.

"Ahhhh!"

Jinwei Rong screamed in agony, wanting to withdraw his hand, but Aoyama Xiu Xin held it firmly in place.

"If you don’t pay, I’ll have someone harass your house every other day, throw paint, dump waste. Even if you can withstand it, can your wife and kids? Your parents? You should think more about your family."

"Plus, if I make a scene in court, everyone will know about your massive gambling debt. Guess if you can keep your job then, Mr. Jinwei, huh?"

Sweating profusely, Jinwei Rong stared intently at Aoyama Xiu Xin; anger, fear, and resentment visible in his eyes as he bit his teeth and said, "Aoyama Xiu Xin, you’re truly despicable!"

"F*ck your mother!" Zhao Qinghong jumped up and kicked him to the ground, beating him while cursing, "Idiot, how dare you disrespect Mr. Aoyama! You’re asking for death!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up and watched as a bystander.

"Stop... stop hitting me, please." Jinwei Rong curled up in a ball, not afraid of Aoyama Xiu Xin but fearful of the likes of Zhao Qinghong from the Black Society, enduring the pain as he strained to say, "Just clearing the gambling debt isn’t enough!"

"Stop." Aoyama Xiu Xin uttered a word.

Zhao Qinghong, responding to the command, immediately stopped, grabbed Jinwei Rong by the collar, and made him kneel again in front of Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"If I betray her, I’ll be in trouble too, so I need to leave, but to leave, I need money," Jinwei Rong said, his voice dry.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, "Alright, hand over the items, and I’ll send you away tonight, along with a substantial sum of money. I keep my word."

Spending some money, he didn’t care.

"It’s... in a house of mine, I’ll take you there to get it," Jinwei Rong, left with no other choice but to betray Hashimoto Miho for money, accepted his fate.

About half an hour later, in one of Jinwei Rong’s properties, Aoyama Xiu Xin obtained evidence of Hashimoto Miho’s bribery or other illegal trade.

"Here’s the stuff, where’s mine? You wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?" Jinwei Rong, seeing that Aoyama Xiu Xin remained silent, asked with a tense face.

Now, he was utterly powerless.

"Relax, I sometimes keep my promises," Aoyama Xiu Xin casually reassured as he flipped through the ledger.

Hearing these words, Jinwei Rong felt even less reassured.

Aoyama Xiu Xin closed the ledger, and looking at Zhao Qinghong, he ordered, "Mr. Zhao, give him 50 million yen."

"Yes!" Zhao Qinghong responded.

"50 million yen?" Jinwei Rong, upon hearing this, became emotional and shouted, "The information I gave you is worth far more than that. You’re just fobbing me off, 300 million! I want 300 million!"

"Heh." Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed, walking away without turning back, "He wants 300 million, burn it for him."

Hashimoto Miho being able to handle his frame-up of Noda must have been investigated by Jinwei Rong. Initially, considering he handed over Hashimoto Miho’s criminal evidence, Aoyama thought to let bygones be bygones, but who told the man to be unreasonable.

Did he really think he was some sort of saint?

"What do you mean! Come back! Don’t leave!"

Hearing this, Jinwei Rong panicked and tried to follow, but he was firmly restrained by Zhao Qinghong’s men, helplessly watching Aoyama Xiu Xin’s figure disappear before he once again became frantic.

"I don’t want 300 million anymore! Just 50 million yen, just 50 million yen! Come back quickly! Police Chief Aoyama! Mr. Aoyama, I don’t want the money anymore! Not a single cent!"

"Mr. Aoyama isn’t giving it, you can’t have it even if you want it; Mr. Aoyama is giving it, you have to take it even if you don’t want it." Zhao Qinghong said sinisterly, waving his hand, "Brothers, send this little foreigner off."

A member of the Fulong Gang pulled out a belt and, in the fearful gaze of Jinwei Rong, tightened it around his neck.

Then he continually tightened it.

Jinwei Rong glared with rage, his feet stomping on the ground nonstop, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound, his face losing more and more color, and soon he ceased breathing entirely.

"Dispose of the body cleanly, and don’t forget Mr. Aoyama’s instructions, remember to burn 50 million yen for him."

Zhao Qinghong waved his hand and turned to walk out.

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

After obtaining the incriminating evidence against Hashimoto Miho.

Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t wait for a moment.

He called Hashimoto Miho.

"Mosi Mosi?"

"Judge Hashimoto, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

Hashimoto Miho instantly woke up from her drowsiness, glanced back at Takizawa Shikou who was deep asleep, then tiptoed out of the bedroom and asked, "What, is the plan against Zhongshan Mie making progress?"

"Heh, no, it’s the plan against you that’s progressing." Aoyama Xiu Xin said leisurely.

Hashimoto Miho frowned, her eyes suddenly turning cold, "What do you mean by that?"

"I’m right downstairs at your place, I have something of interest to you in my hand, just waiting three minutes for you, no waiting after that." Aoyama Xiu Xin said calmly.

Hashimoto Miho came to the balcony, looked down, and indeed saw three cars parked in front of her house, Aoyama Xiu Xin waving at her from a car window.

Hashimoto Miho snorted coldly, turned, and went downstairs, directly in her nightgown, she got into Aoyama Xiu Xin’s car.

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Drive." Aoyama Xiu Xin ordered, then threw some of the evidence at Hashimoto Miho, "See for yourself."

Hashimoto Miho picked it up and began to read, the more she read, the uglier her expression became, "Where did you get all this?"

Some things she had even forgotten about herself.

"Slap!" Aoyama Xiu Xin raised his hand and slapped her.

"Ah!" Hashimoto Miho cried out in pain, her mouth corner bleeding, she covered her face, both shocked and furious, staring incredulously at Aoyama Xiu Xin, "How dare you hit me?"

"So what if I did?" Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed fearlessly, grabbing her hair and pulling her face close, "Tell me, so what if I did?"

"Aoyama Xiu Xin... you... don’t go too far!" Hashimoto Miho’s heart was filled with anger and humiliation, but she knew very well that at this point, the power balance had shifted. The leverage she held on Aoyama Xiu Xin compared to what he held on her was utterly useless.

"Too far?" Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed, a brilliant smile, "There’s more where that came from, pull over."

"Hey!" The fleet of cars slowly pulled over.

Beside them was a lush park, it was now 4 a.m., and the surroundings were deserted.

"Get out." Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

Hashimoto Miho glared at him fiercely.

Then she opened the door and got out.

Aoyama Xiu Xin followed, eyeing the beautiful judge in front of him; her hair was messy, a bright red handprint on her fair face, dressed in a black lace nightgown, her voluptuous body seemingly on the verge of bursting out, and a pair of fair, long legs under the hem of her dress.

Eight bodyguards tactfully turned their backs.

"Kneel down." Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

"What did you say?" Hashimoto Miho glared furiously at Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Don’t push me too far!"

"Not kneeling, huh? Then I might just hand these evidences over to my friends at the prosecutor’s office, it could be good for a favor or two." Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

Hashimoto Miho was furious, her fists clenched tightly as she glared death at Aoyama Xiu Xin, her lips nearly bitten through, but ultimately she suppressed her humiliation and slowly knelt on the grass, her face dark enough to drip water.

"Ts-ts-ts, Judge Hashimoto, do you remember how you humiliated me before?" Aoyama Xiu Xin squatted in front of her, reached out and lifted her chin, smiling as he spoke, "I’m a person who holds grudges, whoever offends me, I pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Ah yes, just like this disdain in your eyes now, I hope you can keep it up."

"Aoyama Xiu Xin, don’t burn all your bridges, we might meet again someday, don’t think I won’t dare to destroy us both!" Hashimoto Miho said viciously.

Mr. Aoyama’s eyes mocked as he gently patted her face, "Then why don’t you try? I’m afraid though, before the net breaks, the fish will be dead already. Noda’s become a wanted criminal now, does it matter whether he was framed by me? Who’s going to investigate? And how?"

Hashimoto Miho’s face was a mix of pale and livid, though upset, she knew Aoyama Xiu Xin was right.

Now she was unilaterally gripped in his hand.

"Police Chief Aoyama, after all, we don’t really have any deep grudges, why can’t we turn our hostility into friendship?" She made her tone as mild as possible, sounding more sincere.

"Slap!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin slapped her hard again, "To hell with that, when I was at a disadvantage, why didn’t you say that? Heh, you still want to be friends? Have you ever seen anyone befriend a dog?"

Hashimoto Miho’s heart was filled with anger, her fists tightly clenched. She, a high and mighty judge, when had she ever been subjected to such humiliation?

That man actually dared to call her a dog!

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked down at his watch, showing an intriguing smile, squinting as he said:

"It’s three hours till dawn, we can still enjoy our time, my dear... Judge~"