Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 213 - 206: Industry Veteran, Hasegawa Ze

Chapter 213: Chapter 206: Industry Veteran, Hasegawa Ze

"Oh! I get it now!"

A minute later, Big Black Moles struck his palm fiercely.

Braids looked at him with an eager curiosity.

Big Black Moles slowly stroked the long hair on the mole at the corner of his mouth and said wisely, "The captured Japanese must be Sasagaki. As for the other two Koreans, it must be because the police couldn’t catch us but were desperate to quickly solve the case to give an explanation to Heize Shengli, so they found someone to take the fall."

Although he didn’t know the details, he guessed right.

"That means we’re safe again? No need to hide?" Braids’ eyes lit up and then he cursed, "It’s all Sasagaki’s fault for being recognized by the hostage, otherwise we wouldn’t have had to run to Kyoto and could still be living it up in Tokyo."

Big Black Moles also beamed with a smile, "Since they’ve found scapegoats, there definitely won’t be a warrant out for us two. We’re safe now."

Just having lost a fortune, his mood was instantly healed; money is precious, but freedom is priceless.

As long as freedom was theirs, money was within easy reach.

"Big brother, shall we go back to Tokyo and pick a new fat sheep? This time, definitely no ticket ripping!" Braids licked his dry lips, eager to try.

Big Black Moles rummaged through several pockets before extracting a few ten thousand yen, frowning, "This money isn’t even enough to rent a room. We need to figure out a way to get some start-up capital in Kyoto; otherwise, what will we use to start a business? I feel dizzy, let’s go back to the rental and sleep on it."

Regarding the money lost at the casino, the two brothers didn’t care at all; to put it pretentiously, a loss of a few billion yen was normal for them.

If they hadn’t gambled, the money they’d made over the years would have been enough to emigrate and enjoy life, but they didn’t enjoy life, they enjoyed the thrill of gambling.

Every time they made money, they’d spend it on food, drink, prostitution, and gambling, and after losing it all, they’d start earning again, stuck in an endless cycle.

Sasagaki, this rookie in the world of crime, working with them, the habitual offenders, was indeed asking for trouble. It was only natural they would trick him.

At the same time, a taxi with a Tokyo license plate stopped at an intersection in the Lower City District of Kyoto.

Then, the rear car door opened and a young man in an expensive suit with a buzz cut stepped out, exactly the bodyguard Sent by Takai Baoyu to Kyoto.

He was Hasegawa Ze, 27 years old, born in Kanagawa Prefecture, with parents who died early. He had since lived by petty theft, had gotten skilled on the streets, fought in underground boxing from the age of 17 to 22, and was eventually noticed by Takai Baoyu and became his bodyguard, finally leading a worry-free life.

So he was very grateful to Takai Baoyu for pulling him out of the mire, and giving him a new life and dignity.

"Sir, take care." The taxi driver waved his hand, happily counting the money, even though he had driven for several hours, but this trip made a good profit!

Hasegawa Ze ignored the driver, figured out the direction, and bought a map of Kyoto, found the villa that Takai Baoyu had mentioned before parting, climbed over the courtyard wall and entered.

After the day’s events, he was physically and mentally exhausted. Fearing he might miss a call from Takai Baoyu, he didn’t dare go to the bedroom to sleep and just fell asleep on the living room couch beside the phone.

At the same time, far in Tokyo, Aoyama Xiu Xin, after finishing his tasks, also felt exhausted.

"How do I compare to your ex-boyfriend?" Aoyama Xiu Xin whispered teasingly into her ear.

Such a damnable competitive spirit in men.

Nakamori Akina’s expression changed instantly; pain and conflict flashed through her eyes, "Don’t mention him to me."

"I heard you slit your wrists for him, tsk, really pathetic," Aoyama Xiu Xin mocked, pinching her cheek, "I humiliate you like this, and you just take it. It’s hard to believe you’d be the type to die for love, Miss Nakamori. Looks really can be deceiving."

"It’s because I loved him too deeply," Nakamori Akina subconsciously bit her red lip, her eyes brimming with tears.

Aoyama Xiu Xin let go, leaned in, rubbing his head against her ear and cheek, smiling cheekily, "Wasn’t I deep enough just now?"

"Disgusting!" Nakamori Akina blushed furiously and retorted angrily, her previous sorrow shattered, "You, who only use power to get women, don’t understand love at all and will never taste its true flavor."

"I don’t want to taste it," Aoyama Xiu Xin declared righteously, "All my love has been dedicated to my country. I don’t want to waste time on trivial romances, I just want to focus on building the nation."

Nakamori Akina opened her mouth, facing such politically correct and gloriously right views on love, feeling too small-minded herself, she couldn’t respond.

"So, how do I compare to your ex-boyfriend?"

"You’re better," Nakamori Akina’s face was red enough to bleed, she turned away, "Stop asking, I don’t want to mention him, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"What do your feelings have to do with me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin inquired boldly and confidently.

Nakamori Akina was so annoyed she gritted her teeth. This guy really had no sense of delicacy. She closed her eyes and ignored him, "I’m tired, I want to sleep."

"Akinashi, let’s take a photo together."

"Are you a fan of mine?" Nakamori Akina opened her eyes, her gaze sparkling, and asked expectantly.

If the other party was a fan, she felt that she could retain some dignity in the future.

"I just want to commemorate that I have slept with you, so when I’m old and looking back, I won’t regret wasting my youth, and I won’t feel ashamed of living a mediocre life," Aoyama Xiu Xin said rather sentimentally.

Nakamori Akina: "......"

"Darn it! I will absolutely not take such a shameful photo. Don’t even think about it, it’s impossible!"

"Zhongshan Meihui and her sister have both taken one."

"The sisters of Zhongshan? You really are... hateful!"

Under Aoyama Xiu Xin’s persistent coaxing and threats, Nakamori Akina still ended up taking a few photos with him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at the camera in his hand.

Even Japanese need their own Teacher Chen!

"You swear you won’t show it to anyone or spread it around," Nakamori Akina said tearfully, wrapping her delicate body tightly with a blanket, looking pitiful.

Aoyama Xiu Xin casually replied, "Don’t forget, I’m a public servant. Would I set myself on fire? It’s just for keepsake, in case I forget which actress I’ve been with in the future."

"You really are shameless!" Nakamori Akina kicked him lightly with her foot from under the blanket, suddenly worried. Such a corrupt official, if caught one day, would bring down the entire Japanese entertainment industry.

.........

"Click!" "Click!"

On the side of the road, sitting in the car, Nakamura Shinichi used his camera to capture a passionate couple kissing not far away.

Following Aoyama Xiu Xin’s instructions, he had been watching Jigong Yoshimi for several days and made an unexpected discovery that this woman was having an affair with Noda Hisashi, often leaving her husband to watch the store while she sneaked out to meet Noda Hisashi.

Jigong Yoshimi’s husband, Jigong You, was a chef, pot-bellied, and indeed no match for the police chief and the tall and handsome Noda Hisashi.

After discovering their affair, Nakamura Shinichi felt they have been together for a long time and even suspected that Jigong Yoshimi’s child was not Jigong You’s.

Based on the information that Jigong Yoshimi’s son was born two months premature, he couldn’t help but suspect that her marriage to Jigong You was just to make him a scapegoat.

He planned to find an opportunity to get hair samples from Jigong You’s son and Jigong You himself to send for a paternity test. If it was confirmed that the child wasn’t his, then Jigong You would become his ally in confronting Jigong Yoshimi.

After all, the fury of a honest man can be terrifying.

Not far away, Jigong Yoshimi and Noda Hisashi affectionately parted ways after a while, Jigong Yoshimi tidied her hair and sprayed some perfume before walking towards her house.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang for a while before the pot-bellied Jigong You opened the door, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he smiled and said, "Yoshimi, you’re back."

He said as he reached to take his wife’s bag.

"Why so slow, really. Can you do anything right?" Jigong Yoshimi, full of disgust and impatience, showed none of the tenderness she had with Noda Hisashi. After speaking, she walked past Jigong You into the house.

Jigong You hurriedly followed her, still trying to explain, "I was just cooking, Yoshimi..."

"Enough, stop talking. I get annoyed just hearing your voice," Jigong Yoshimi crouched to change her shoes, talking disparagingly before kicking her high heels aside and heading upstairs, "I’m going to rest."

Jigong You stood there for a while and silently arranged Jigong Yoshimi’s high heels properly. After so many years, this had become routine, and he had grown accustomed to it.

"Dad, did you upset Mom again?" a plump-faced child ran up to him.

Jigong You’s face smiled, though he knew his wife genuinely looked down on him, he was at least thankful she had given him a lovable son, implying she must still have love for him, and for that, he should tolerate her flaws.

"Man, it’s like that bike you don’t want to ride: someone else stands up and peddles, and when it breaks, you still feel bad and have to pay for repairs." Seeing that the door to Jigong’s house was closed, Nakamura Shinichi withdrew his gaze, talking to himself.

He had heard this from Police Chief Aoyama.

It really is quite an enlightening thought!