Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 204 - 198: Aoyama Xiu Xin: We Japanese are just that humble

Chapter 204: Chapter 198: Aoyama Xiu Xin: We Japanese are just that humble

August 5, Wednesday, overcast weather.

Tanabata.

Today in Japan, there was an event that matched the festive mood, as it was that after many years of playing the submissive "lick dog," His Royal Highness the Crown Prince finally got his due. The female diplomat accepted his confession, and the two are to be married next year.

For unknown reasons.

This was actually a few months earlier than the original timeline.

Many citizens, upon seeing this news in the media, celebrated with joy, believing that the Crown Prince’s sincere heart had finally moved the female diplomat.

This is what true love is!

But to Aoyama Xiu Xin, it appeared that the female diplomat had succumbed to the pressures of the royal family.

And what bullshit about true love, while His Royal Highness was being a "lick dog," the female diplomat hadn’t even broken up with her boyfriend yet. She was essentially playing the role of the other woman... but speaking of interference, Aoyama Xiu Xin himself loved to step in, being a leg man.

He wondered if His Royal Highness was also a leg man.

Well, they could share notes if they ever had the chance.

Besides this joyful event, there was another minor, inconspicuous incident: Yamamoto Eiko, a judge at the Tokyo District Court, was dismissed and under investigation.

He had left his son behind the night before to seek connections that could save him, but after Takizawa Shikou’s furious intervention, he couldn’t even save himself.

His mistake was not the reason for his dismissal.

It was Takizawa Shikou’s rage that was.

Of course, ordinary citizens would never know the truth and would only cheer and get excited thinking another corrupt official had been toppled.

"Police Chief, Sasagaki does have a problem after all!"

First thing in the morning, as soon as Aoyama Xiu Xin arrived at his office, Sanmu Ichiro found him and reported, "Due to his gambling addiction, Sasagaki has accumulated a massive debt and definitely has a motive for committing crimes. Plus, those who have been surveilling him say he’s been acting sneakily these past two days. I think we should arrest him immediately."

"Then please invite him to come and cooperate with the investigation." Aoyama Xiu Xin heard that Sasagaki had been gambling and knew he must have been involved in the abduction; gambling addicts dare to do anything.

"Hi!" Sanmu Ichiro responded, and then added, "By the way, Police Chief, regarding the decomposing corpse, the Kanagawa Prefecture police say they can’t determine its identity. If nobody claims it, they’ll have to cremate it."

"Mm." Aoyama Xiu Xin responded casually, but in his mind, he knew it wasn’t that the Kanagawa Prefecture police couldn’t identify the body, but that they dared not pursue it after identifying it.

After all, Harayama Heiji had long been declared missing, and the clothes and watch on his body could prove his identity.

Sanmu Ichiro left to arrange the arrest.

Before the operation, he informed Heize Shengli, letting him know that Sasagaki might have been involved in the abduction of his son, and with his cooperation, they successfully captured Sasagaki and brought him back to Police Headquarters for interrogation.

At first, Sasagaki cried innocence, but after a set of gentle probing, his heart opened up, and he spilled everything.

He indeed participated in the abduction.

And he was the mastermind.

Because of his gambling debts, he not only needed money to pay them off but also to recoup his losses, so he targeted the Heize Family, with which he was most familiar.

Knowing that Heize Shengli only had one son, if the son was abducted, for the safety of his only child, he would surely not dare to report it to the police and would be more willing to pay for his son’s life.

To prevent the matter from being exposed,

Sasagaki specifically sought two Koreans to collaborate.

He claimed that he hadn’t planned to kill anyone at the beginning, but unexpectedly, even though his face was covered, Heize Shengli’s son still recognized him and called out his name, forcing him to kill to silence the witness.

Additionally, he got played by the two Koreans.

Instead of splitting the ransom money with him as agreed, they disappeared after receiving the ransom, and he had no idea where the two had gone.

It’s very likely they have already fled back to South Korea.

"Darn, this guy is both stupid and bad." Aoyama Xiu Xin was speechless after hearing Sanmu Ichiro’s account.

Purely making a wedding dress for someone else.

And just then, with a clang, Heize Shengli hurriedly pushed the door open, "Police Chief Aoyama!"

"Mr. Heize." Seeing him, Aoyama Xiu Xin immediately got up and quickly walked around the desk to greet him.

Heize Shengli, looking haggard with red eyes, eagerly inquired, "Was it Sasagaki?"

"Yes, Sasagaki has admitted to being the main culprit in the abduction and murder of your son. I urge you to accept this with resignation, Mr. Heize." Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a look of regret.

"Damn it!" Heize Shengli cursed loudly, feeling darkness before his eyes and shaking with agitation, "How could that bastard do this!"

Drivers are generally deeply trusted individuals.

That’s why Heize Shengli was even more furious now.

"Sasagaki got into gambling..." Aoyama Xiu Xin helped him sit down, explaining everything from beginning to end, and then added, "Although the two accomplices might have fled to South Korea, I will definitely find a way to bring them back to Japan. Please rest assured!"

Since they had already learned about the appearance of these two men from Sasagaki’s mouth, even if they had fled back to South Korea, they could find them through the Great Han Min National Group in Japan and bring them back to Japan for trial.

"Police Chief Aoyama, I naturally trust the promise you made," Heize Shengli grasped Aoyama Xiu Xin’s hand tightly, and then with hatred etched in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I want Sasagaki to pay the price!"

"Your Excellency the Member, please rest assured, I will definitely make him suffer in prison to the point he wishes he were dead," Aoyama Xiu Xin said without hesitation.

Heize Shengli exhaled, released Aoyama Xiu Xin’s hand, "I’m counting on you, Police Chief Aoyama. I’ll remember this favor and will certainly do my utmost in return if you should ever need my assistance to repay you for today’s kindness."

"Member Heize, you are too polite. After all, it’s part of my job," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he stood up and bowed.

After patting his shoulder, Heize Shengli left.

"Take care, Mr. Member."

Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed towards the door as he saw him off.

...

It was past eight o’clock in the evening at the Heaven Club.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped into this place for the second time.

As he pushed open the private room’s door, he saw Tangong Huizi sitting on the sofa in a long red dress. Her wine-red hair cascaded down her chest, revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin, with her creamy long legs crossed beneath the hem of her skirt, and she wore a pair of strappy high heels.

"Mr. Aoyama, I’m surprised you took the initiative to invite me," Tangong Huizi stood up, gracefully walked over to Aoyama Xiu Xin, and draped her arm around his.

Sitting down on the sofa, Aoyama Xiu Xin took out two pieces of paper from his chest pocket and handed them over, "We’ve caught one of the three kidnappers of Heize Member’s son today; only the two Koreans are left. These are their likenesses—they might have already fled back to South Korea with the money. Now here’s a chance for you to prove yourselves."

Saying so, he slammed the two sketches onto the table.

"Mr. Aoyama, you really are quite domineering. You’re asking for help, yet your tone is so hard—harder than certain parts of you," Tangong Huizi teased whimsically, lifting her leg and rubbing it between his.

Aoyama Xiu Xin casually stroked her leg, his other hand picking up a glass filled with alcohol for a sip, and spoke calmly, "It’s helping me, but also helping yourselves; you know that much. So don’t put on an act as if you’re doing me a massive favor."

"Mr. Aoyama, you don’t mind Americans, so why do you shun making friends with us, Koreans?" Tangong Huizi propped one leg on the ground, straddling Aoyama Xiu Xin’s lap and hooked her arms around his neck to ask.

Aoyama Xiu Xin tilted his glass, spilling cold liquor over Tangong Huizi’s face. She shivered subconsciously but closed her eyes, wearing an expression of enjoyment and enticement as the alcohol soaked the cloth on her chest, offering tantalizing glimpses of what lay beneath.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled, "There, that’s why. I don’t need Americans to do this sort of thing."

Tangong Huizi was initially stunned but then flushed with both shame and anger, glaring at him with clenched teeth.

"Ha, I didn’t expect Mr. Aoyama to be such a scoundrel! We approached you with sincerity, and even I degraded myself to please you, but you scorn it. Americans bark orders at you, and a little sweet talk makes you lap it up."

"I am Japanese after all. We Japanese just love to grovel before the strong," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied with a straight face, not at all upset.

Tangong Huizi found herself speechless.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled her wine-red hair closer into his embrace, leaned to her ear, and whispered, "But you Koreans are even more contemptible."

"You!" Fuming, Tangong Huizi struggled out of his embrace and raised her hand to slap him.

"Smack!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin was faster, delivering a slap to her face first, "Although I don’t want to be controlled by you, I don’t mind cooperating occasionally. Are you sure you want to make an enemy out of me?"

Now the youngest police chief, recognized as the Asakai family’s son-in-law and the Nozawa Financial Corporation thriving, he was no longer the Aoyama Xiu Xin of before—he didn’t need to grovel even in rejection.

Regaining her composure, Tangong Huizi realized that making Aoyama Xiu Xin an enemy was not in the Civilian Corps’ best interest, especially with Heize Shengli’s fury towards Koreans still unabated.

"I apologize, Mr. Aoyama. I was out of line."

She squeezed out a smile once more.

"See, I told you. You Koreans are more despicable than us," said Aoyama Xiu Xin with a smirk.

Tangong Huizi wanted nothing more than to tear this bastard to pieces.

"Then, please allow me to make a gesture of apology,"

Tangong Huizi, suppressing her anger, tossed her wine-red hair back and knelt before Aoyama Xiu Xin, reaching for his belt.

"Is this an apology? It’s more like rewarding yourself!"

"Don’t think you can scam a free meal or drink off me."

Aoyama Xiu Xin, untempted, pushed the coquettish woman away and stood up to leave.

"Bang!"

Having heard the door slam shut, Tangong Huizi sat on the ground, momentarily dazed, then angry and embarrassed.

"Idiot! Aoyama Xiu Xin, you thick-skinned scoundrel! You better not fall into my hands!"

Of course, anger was one thing, but business had to continue.

After venting her frustration, she composed herself and ordered the sketches to be taken back to her country to find the individuals.

With a large sum of money in hand, those two would surely be living it up in South Korea—they shouldn’t be hard to find.