Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 169 - 165: The Sister-in-law’s Worries, Nipponjiro’s Breakdown

Chapter 169: Chapter 165: The Sister-in-law’s Worries, Nipponjiro’s Breakdown

"Mr. Yamaoka said you two are quite impressive, but just how impressive are you?" Xiu Xin leaned back and said with a light and breezy air, as he was bowed to by the pair.

Elena and Jin Yucheng exchanged a glance.

Then, suddenly, they both burst into motion, attacking each other.

"Holy shit!" Zhao Qinghong was startled,

and quickly got up to move to a different seat.

Elena and Jin Yucheng did not know each other, so their fight was brutally unrestrained; they fought with all their might, fists to flesh, every move potentially lethal.

During the fight, they grabbed wine bottles to smash on each other, elbow strikes, naked chokes, knee strikes—various moves were executed in rapid succession. Both were soon bloodied and battered, but they continued to fight fiercely without stopping.

Aoyama Xiu Xin watched the scene unfold as if it were a movie, his leg crossed while he calmly held a glass of wine.

"That’s enough," he finally spoke up to stop them.

Elena and Jin Yucheng instantly let go of each other;

and bowed towards Aoyama Xiu Xin before standing at attention once again.

During the fight, two buttons had been torn from Elena’s suit and shirt, revealing a hint of her ample figure as she breathed heavily.

"I’ll take you both," said Aoyama Xiu Xin as he poured a glass of wine for each.

In a few days, the automatic loan machines were set to be officially launched, and he needed to strengthen the security at his home.

However, with two new bodyguards, the current house would be too small; they would need to move to the villa with a private garden that Inakawa Hong had given him.

Both drank their glasses of wine in one go.

"As long as the master is satisfied," said Yamakawa Ichiro, turning to Elena and Jin Yucheng, "You both know the situation in your countries very well. Mr. Aoyama can give you a new life, so I hope you will serve him loyally and protect him and his family."

"Hi!" Both replied in simple Japanese.

After all, coming from special forces, they had mastered languages such as Japanese and English which could come in handy.

Aoyama Xiu Xin put down his wine glass and got up to leave.

"Take care, sir!"

Yamakawa Ichiro and Zhao Qinghong bowed as they saw him off.

Elena and Jin Yucheng followed silently.

After a while, Zhao Qinghong raised his head and said to Yamakawa Ichiro, "Mr. Yamaoka, you’ve really given a great gift. Mine seems rather inadequate now."

"Chairman Zhao is too modest. After all, a car is a man’s pride, and Mr. Aoyama is very satisfied with your gift," Yamakawa Ichiro responded with a smile.

Zhao Qinghong thought to himself that he needed to better understand Mr. Aoyama’s preferences. How else could he compete with Yamakawa Ichiro for favor? Aoyama was Japanese; perhaps he should also find a Japanese to serve as his strategist?

Aoyama Xiu Xin did not take Elena and Jin Yucheng home with him, but brought them to the riverside villa in the Harbor District, tossing them a stack of cash, "Stay here for now, buy yourselves some clothes, and come up with a security plan for this house as soon as possible."

The villa was large and well-located.

He anticipated living there for a long time to come, so it was essential to be thorough with the security preparations. As his status rose, the number of security personnel would also increase gradually.

Unless his rank became so high that military guards with firearms were required, he would not need to hire private bodyguards.

"Hi!" They bowed in unison.

Once Aoyama Xiu Xin had left, they both looked at the thick stack of cash in their hands, somewhat dazed; earning money as bodyguards for the wealthy seemed just too easy.

Upon returning home, his sister-in-law hadn’t yet gone to bed; she had just taken a bath and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching a TV drama.

"Big sister-in-law, we might have to move in a few days," Aoyama Xiu Xin sat down and said.

"Ah?" Aoyama Haruko was surprised and turned to him, "Why? Isn’t this place good enough?"

"Because I’ve hired two bodyguards, and there’s not enough room." Aoyama Xiu Xin explained and then added, "Anyway, I’ll be moving there after I marry Ling, so it makes sense to get accustomed to it in advance."

"Living with you after your marriage wouldn’t be proper," Aoyama Haruko considered the implications and felt a wave of inexplicable discomfort.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took her hand firmly.

Aoyama Haruko’s body trembled slightly, and instinctively she tried to pull her hand back, "Xiu Xin, what are you doing?"

She had been deliberately avoiding physical contact with Aoyama Xiu Xin lately, as she’d noticed an unsettling tension building and feared making a mistake.

"Big sister-in-law, we’re family, and since big brother isn’t in Tokyo, we should always live together, and Ling will understand," Aoyama Xiu Xin insisted, gripping her hand tightly.

Aoyama Haruko averted her gaze, her breathing uneven, and stammered, "How could we live together forever...don’t be ridiculous."

She now wondered whether Aoyama Xiu Xin’s insistence on her not divorcing Aoyama Sosuke was so that he could continue living with her.

"I’m not being ridiculous, big sister-in-law, don’t you want to live with me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

Fresh from a bath, Aoyama Haruko’s skin was perfumed with the scent of shower gel and her fair skin was tinged with a delicate pink hue, fragile like a soap bubble.

"I..." Aoyama Haruko couldn’t respond, instead wrenching her hand free, "I’m going to rest now."

With that, she hurried upstairs with her head down.

Watching her silhouette, Aoyama Xiu Xin lowered his head to sniff the lingering fragrance on his fingertips, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Sister-in-law, the problem lies right there.

Avoidance won’t solve it.

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

Meanwhile, in Saitama Prefecture.

In a private room of a club.

"Alright, get out, all of you out!"

Nipponjiro, invited by Aoyama Sosuke and reeking of alcohol, drunkenly shooed away the hostesses.

"Didn’t you hear President Renping? Get the hell out of here!" Aoyama Sosuke said loudly.

The women murmured complaints as they got up and left.

"Burp~" Nipponjiro belched, hooking his arm around Aoyama Sosuke’s shoulder, dizzily said, "You... you said you had a plan to deal with Aoyama Xiu Xin, right? Spit it out."

"President Renping, hehe, please allow me to keep you in suspense. When you wake up tomorrow, I’ll give you a surprise," Aoyama Sosuke said mysteriously.

"Surprise?" Nipponjiro staggered to his feet, nodding, "Okay, okay, I’ll wait for your surprise. I’m telling you, if I don’t see results tomorrow, you better brace yourself for a ruined reputation!"

With that, he staggered out.

"Quick, send President Renping back."

Aoyama Sosuke hastily called out.

"No... I don’t want a woman!" Nipponjiro, leaning against the doorframe, rejected the offer without hesitation upon hearing that.

Although he was heavily drunk, he forced his mind to stay alert, wary of Aoyama Sosuke using a woman to scheme against him.

"President Renping, I meant for my driver to take you back. He’s a man!" Aoyama Sosuke explained.

A young man, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, not saying a word all this time, with a ring of beard and a sturdy build, immediately came forward to support Nipponjiro.

"Oh... then... thank you for the trouble."

Seeing it was indeed a man, Nipponjiro felt at ease.

"President Renping, take care!" Aoyama Sosuke’s face revealed a sinister smile. Nipponjiro, Nipponjiro, who told you a man would be safe?

He was astonished by the plan Aoyama Xiu Xin had come up with; he wondered what his brother had experienced in Tokyo to come up with such an outrageous idea.

Time quickly moved on to the next morning.

Nipponjiro woke up groggily, feeling a splitting headache. He looked beside him, it was empty; but he vaguely remembered frolicking with a woman in his dreams—was it just a dream after all?

Then he suddenly remembered that the person who took him home last night was a man, confirming that it was indeed a dream.

"Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!"

Just then, a knocking on the door sounded.

Nipponjiro threw back the covers and got up, only to realize he was stark naked. What was going on?

"Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!"

The knocking grew more urgent.

"I’m coming, I’m coming, what’s the rush!"

Without time to think, Nipponjiro grabbed a bathrobe from the closet, put it on, and went to answer the door. But when he opened the door, he found several policemen outside.

"Nipponjiro, right? We’re from the Saitama Prefecture Police Headquarters. Someone has accused you of using your drunkenness to sexually assault him last night. Please come with us to assist the investigation."

The leading officer presented his badge, looking at Nipponjiro with an expression that was both strange and contemptuous.

"Wha—? What did you say? Someone accused me of sexual assault?" Nipponjiro laughed in anger as though he’d heard a joke: "This false accusation is too hasty, isn’t it? I didn’t bring any woman home last night. The hotel’s surveillance and front desk can testify!"

"You didn’t bring a woman home, but you did bring a man home," the leading officer said ominously.

Nipponjiro, still not grasping the severity of the situation, retorted, "So what? Since you know, why do you believe such nonsense? Who accused me of sexual assault? What evidence do they have?"

"Cough, the man who sent you home last night. We’ve already taken your fingerprints from his body, and, moreover, he has brought two condoms you used," the officer said with some impatience.

Did you think we wouldn’t care about assaulting a man?

Nipponjiro’s facial expression instantly stiffened.

Remembering the dream about frolicking with a woman from last night, his body started to tremble, then he suddenly turned and leaned on the doorframe, vomiting profusely, heaving continuously.

"Quick! Over there! Right there!"

At that moment, a commotion of footsteps came from the corridor as a group of reporters excitedly rushed over.

"Mr. Nipponjiro, a male has reported to us that you sexually assaulted him, is this true?"

"The victim also said that you threatened him last night with your family’s power to submit. It’s not your first time doing this, is it?"

"How long have you been in this situation, Mr. Nipponjiro? Please, say something, everyone is very concerned."

All kinds of chaotic sounds, like curse whispers, reverberated in Nipponjiro’s mind.

"Stop talking! I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it!"