Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 190 - 184: Poor Tom is Played Like a Puppet

Chapter 190: Chapter 184: Poor Tom is Played Like a Puppet

As dawn broke, broadcasts, television, and newspapers were flooded with reports of the massacre of Kitanohara and his family by Fujimoto Ryosuke, a police superintendent from the Police Headquarters. Alongside the news, there was also a warrant issued for his arrest.

Like a stone causing ripples, the nation was shocked.

"Fujimoto Ryosuke, you did a great job! With so many people unemployed now, it’s the Ministry of Labor’s fault!"

"Without a doubt, Fujimoto Ryosuke is a hero."

"How reckless and crazed! A policeman openly murdering a government official, is there no law left?"

"A bounty of 30 million yen; if someone can find his trail, that would be striking it rich."

Most of the lower-class citizens praised the events of the last night, as many people had become unemployed with the economic downturn, harboring resentment against the environment, and blaming it on the incompetence of those in the Cabinet, especially the Ministry of Labor, which specifically managed affairs related to labor.

They were desperately in need of an outlet, so the death of Kitanohara and his family was a welcome sight to the public, almost wishing more officials would die.

However, those from wealthy and powerful backgrounds called for the head of Fujimoto Ryosuke, detesting such violence by acting out impulsively and splattering blood.

Although the world has more of the former – the lower-class citizens – power rests with the fewer and wealthier. Thus, as daylight appeared, the manhunt for Fujimoto Ryosuke intensified and broadened in scope.

A Special Investigation Headquarters was established, tasked with capturing Fujimoto Ryosuke, set to exist for a duration of six months. If Ryosuke wasn’t caught by then, the operation would dissolve, but investigations regarding him would continue without end.

Considering the relationship between Aoyama Xiu Xin and Fujimoto Ryosuke, he needed to recuse himself, hence he was not selected to partake in this task, despite his exceptional abilities.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was only too glad for this, knowing that Fujimoto Ryosuke had long gone to South Korea. With Ryosuke’s skills, he could easily establish himself in South Korea, assume a new identity, undergo facial surgery, and alter his fingerprints. In the future, he could return to Japan with no one recognizing him.

Of course, as long as his DNA wasn’t tested.

To be safe, Fujimoto Ryosuke would likely live in South Korea for a long time, occasionally returning to Japan.

In short, the likelihood of capturing Fujimoto Ryosuke was extremely slim.

If Xiu Xin joined the Special Investigation Headquarters and failed to capture him, it would not only cast doubt on his abilities and credibility but also raise suspicion about whether he was deliberately ineffective or even secretly tipping off Fujimoto to evade arrest.

Therefore, it was best that he stay out of the Special Investigation Headquarters. Renping Kuniaki chose not to take this opportunity against him because he genuinely feared Xiu Xin might leak information to Fujimoto.

While everyone else was busy scrambling, Aoyama Xiu Xin quietly went to the local prosecution office to fulfill his promise.

"Mr. Aoyama?"

As he entered the building, he happened to meet Suzuki Daohiro, the father of Suzuki Junko, who was leaving with a few people.

"Vice Minister Suzuki." Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed.

Suzuki Daohiro waved to let the others leave first and then turned to Aoyama Xiu Xin, "What brings you to the local prosecution office, Mr. Aoyama? Do you need assistance?"

"I’ve come for a meal," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a smile.

Suzuki Daohiro paused, "A meal?"

"Yes, Prosecutor Suzuki is treating me," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded earnestly, a thrill running through him.

Suzuki Daohiro suddenly understood, "Oh, our prosecution office cafeteria does have rather good fish. I have an errand to run, so I’ll let Junko take care of you, Mr. Aoyama."

"Yes," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded.

They passed by each other, and Suzuki Daohiro only realized upon leaving the building, what time was it? The cafeteria wasn’t even open yet, so where would the fish come from?

He didn’t dwell on the details, shaking his head, and continued on his way.

Aoyama Xiu Xin approached Suzuki Junko’s office.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Come in."

Aoyama Xiu Xin pushed open the door, his face portraying a brave countenance as he declared, "Junko, I’ve come to honor our arrangement."

"You’re a man of your word, Mr. Aoyama," said Suzuki Junko from behind her desk, her long hair draped over a beige suit, as she set down her documents and smiled.

Aoyama Xiu Xin sat down on the couch and tentatively suggested, "How about we do it right here in the office?"

After all, last time he forced Suzuki Junko to kneel on the ground, and if seen, it was not his face that would be lost, but this time, it was his turn.

"No way!" Suzuki Junko’s pretty face grew cold as she stood from her chair, walked over to Aoyama Xiu Xin with her arms crossed looking down at him, and said through gritted teeth, "When you forced me, did you ever consider leaving me some dignity? We’ll do it in the stairwell! Humph, I want you to pay back in blood!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin had no choice but to comply, as Liang Kun always said, when you’re wrong, you admit it; when you take a beating, you stand tall.

Half an hour later, Aoyama Xiu Xin left, and Suzuki Junko returned to her office alone, sitting on her chair in a daze for a long time, unable to snap out of it. However, she felt a growing fondness for Aoyama Xiu Xin. After all, she had been completely vulnerable and barely conscious, and Aoyama Xiu Xin could have taken advantage of her, but he hadn’t.

His ability to resist such temptation and behave honorably impressed her.

Yet, she also questioned her own charm. Even then, Aoyama Xiu Xin managed to hold back.

"Ring ring! Ring ring!"

The telephone interrupted her daydream.

"Hello?" Suzuki Junko answered subconsciously.

"I suggest you weed your fields a bit."

"What?" Hearing Xiu Xin Aoyama say that, Suzuki Junko was stunned for a moment before reacting, cursing both ashamed and angrily, "You idiot! Drop dead!"

"I can help you with it, I just love farming," Xiu Xin Aoyama replied. Even though his body was Japanese, deep down in his soul was the Chinese farmer’s spirit.

Tempted by the taste of it, and as if possessed by a spirit, Suzuki Junko blurted out, "Then, are you free to come over to my house this weekend?"

After she finished speaking, she was overwhelmed with shame. What the hell was she talking about, agreeing to such a thing?

"Sure, you get the herbicide and the weeding tools ready. It’s settled then, this weekend, we’ll weed together without fail," Xiu Xin Aoyama said, hanging up just as he finished.

Suzuki Junko, who was just about to regret it, didn’t get a chance to speak. All she could do was wait for the weekend with a mixture of excitement, shame, anticipation, and anger.

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The bloody incident at the Imperial Hotel was a hot mess.

But it did not disturb Hattori Aoshika.

Because he was oblivious to the outside world, entirely focused on coddling Cang Jindie, who, in just two days, bewitched the inexperienced Hattori Aoshika so deeply that he was head over heels for her—the bad girl enchantment worked even on fresh youths, let alone on veterans of romantic escapades.

These past two days had been the most brilliant and happiest of Hattori Aoshika’s life, but today, his happiness came to an abrupt halt as he saw Cang Jindie, seemingly against her will, being held in the arms of a blonde in the library.

It struck him like a bolt from the blue. Hattori Aoshika stood stunned, watching the scene unfold, the portrait he was about to give Cang Jindie falling to the ground.

"Clang!"

Cang Jindie, hearing the sound, looked up and saw him.

At that moment, time itself seemed to stop.

"Sen... Senpai!" Cang Jindie’s face turned pale instantly, her lips quivering, slowly uttering the words.

Suppressing his heartache and anger, Hattori Aoshika shook his head slowly, backing away, and then turned to flee in a mad rush.

"Idiot! This useless fool!" Cang Jindie pushed away the man holding her, cursing, "He doesn’t even dare to throw a punch when his own woman is held by another man, let alone confront him!"

Through their brief encounter, she could sense that Hattori Aoshika was a good person, though infuriatingly passive.

"Alright, initiate the backup plan and go after him," the blonde patted her posterior urging her on.

They were part of a small gang. Cang Jindie, though outwardly innocent, was like a bus—anyone could get on with money, and sometimes she wouldn’t even charge for the ride.

Hattori Aoshika was naïve and foolish, completely open with Cang Jindie, so she had quickly learned everything about him, including where he went when heartbroken.

Therefore, she soon found him alone, crying on the rooftop of a campus building. Suppressing the urge to beat the crap out of him, she feigned fragility and cautiously called out, "Senpai."

"What are you doing here?" Hattori Aoshika felt embarrassed to be seen crying by her and wiped away his tears.

Cang Jindie took two steps forward, then stopped as if feeling unworthy, clutching her skirt tightly. She mentally replayed every sad moment of her life, her eyes reddening, biting her lip as she said, "Senpai... I didn’t want it to happen."

"Did he force you?" When Hattori Aoshika heard those words, his gloomy skies brightened. He quickly approached her and asked, "Was it all his doing?"

Cang Jindie nodded affirmatively, then burst into tears and hugged Hattori Aoshika, crying in his embrace.

Feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, Hattori Aoshika felt his head buzzing, blood rushing, slightly helpless, "What... exactly happened, Jindie? Tell me, I will certainly help you."

"That guy is from my hometown; he has bullied me since we were kids and threatened if I told anyone, he’d kill me. I had no choice. I’m so scared," Cang Jindie sobbed, recounting her hardships.

Hattori Aoshika was burning with rage, "Idiot! That bastard! Jindie, don’t worry, I will help you!"

"No! Don’t!" Cang Jindie clutched his arm tightly, looking up at Hattori Aoshika with tearful eyes pleading, "He’s just a thug. I’ve already been hurt by him. I can’t bear to see you get hurt because of me. Actually, I have gotten used to it."

"No way!" Hattori Aoshika, hearing this, had bloodshot eyes and his body trembled uncontrollably, "I’m going to kill that damn fool right now! I must kill him!"

"Mr. Hattori! Calm down!" Cang Jindie was near death with irritation. This fool—his father works at the Police Headquarters, yet when angry, all he thinks of is solving problems with violence. She embraced him, shouting, "If you kill him, you’ll go to prison too. If not for your own sake, consider me. Can you bear to make me wait for you?"

"You... what did you say? Wait... for me?"

Hearing what sounded like a confession, Hattori Aoshika’s mind went blank with surprise, joy, and disbelief. He looked at Cang Jindie, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"I... I..." Cang Jindie pretended to have accidentally let those words slip out in agitation, looking annoyed and bashful, finally lowering her head and acting shyly, "Yeah."

"Jindie!" Hattori Aoshika was ecstatic, hugging her tightly, panting with excitement, "I promise I won’t let that bastard bother you again, don’t worry!"

"You mustn’t be rash," Cang Jindie’s eyes full of tender affection, then sighed as if inadvertently, "I just wish the police would catch him."

Hearing those words, Hattori Aoshika suddenly seemed to realize something, freezing on the spot.

Inside his embrace, the corners of Cang Jindie’s mouth curled up in a concealed smirk, yet she wore a puzzled expression, "Mr. Aozaki, what’s wrong?"

Poor Tom was being toyed with, utterly manipulated.