Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 230 - 223: Korean Duo, Taking a Photo with Director Yokoyama (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 230: Chapter 223: Korean Duo, Taking a Photo with Director Yokoyama (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

"Big Brother, didn’t we agree to meet up with Hasegawa Ze at the rendezvous point? Are we really not going?"

In an alley, the braided man asked Big Black Moles.

Since everyone’s focus was on Hasegawa Ze, no one cared about them two, and with their rich experience in fleeing, they escaped another peril.

"We’re not going." Big Black Moles said calmly and analyzed rationally, "Seeing the scene this morning, it was clear the police had already set their sight on Hasegawa Ze, and he most likely won’t get away. What if he rats us out? Wouldn’t we be walking right into a trap if we went there?"

"But didn’t you say he was very loyal? He shouldn’t betray us." The braided man frowned.

Big Black Moles replied offhandedly, "He is indeed the most loyal person I’ve known, but we absolutely cannot count on others for our own safety."

"Got it, got it." The braided man nodded repeatedly, and added, "Anyway, I’ll follow your lead, Big Brother."

The braided man wasn’t very smart, but he was aware of this and hence followed Big Black Moles’ orders, ensuring he executed them well.

"Let’s go," said Big Black Moles as he rose to his feet, leaning against the wall.

The braided man asked, "What are we going to do next?"

"We didn’t get all the intel, but we can’t just sit on the intel for those five fellows we do have. Next, we’ll blackmail those five corrupt officials, bleed them dry, and take all the money they’ve embezzled over the years," Big Black Moles said with a sinister smile.

It’s not like we came all this way for nothing.

The braided man fondled his braid and chuckled, "With money, we can find a place to properly enjoy another round of gambling, all the more since this money was embezzled from ordinary people. By doing this, it’s like giving it back to the public in another way."

Big Black Moles instantly scowled hearing these words.

"You are thinking about losing even before playing, can’t you be a bit more optimistic? This time we are going to win big!" Big Black Moles said irritably.

The braided man grumbled, "We’ve never won."

"Shut up! I refuse to believe it! Luck has its limits, we’ve been unlucky for so long, we must be close to a turnaround," Big Black Moles said.

"Big Brother, I think we’ve not really been unlucky. Look, even though we always lose money, we’ve never been caught by the police. Maybe our gambling luck ran out while we were escaping?"

"Hisss~ That actually makes some sense!"

The two brothers chatted, walking one after the other out of the alley, rounding the corner, and mingling into the crowd.

At 6 p.m., the office of the Director of the Cabinet Legal Affairs Bureau was clouded with smoke, the ashtray filled with extinguished cigarette butts, spilling over onto the desk.

Yokoyama Ryohi sat in his office chair, chain-smoking, his thoughts a tangled mess.

Why hasn’t Yanchuan Shilang replied yet?

He felt that with his position and power, the value in joining the Yanchuan Family is obvious; they shouldn’t just ignore him, at the very least they should welcome him with enthusiasm.

But for now, he had no choice but to wait.

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!" The phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Yokoyama Ryohi hastily discarded his cigarette, picked up the receiver with a nervous quickness, "This is Yokoyama Ryohi."

"I am Yanchuan Xianyou."

"Mr. Yanchuan!" Yokoyama Ryohi was thrilled.

"Director Yokoyama, my grandfather asked me to inform you that the Yanchuan Family does not welcome corrupt officials who are of no use to the country, and we advise you to surrender to the police voluntarily."

With those words, Yanchuan Xianyou hung up the phone.

"Beep~ Beep~ Beep~"

Listening to the busy tone, Yokoyama Ryohi stood baffled and astounded, then furiously smashed the telephone, hysterically bellowing.

"Damn it! What do you Yanchuan think you are? You’re just scandals waiting to be exposed!"

He was shocked, furious, and fearful. After venting, he broke out in a cold sweat, never imagining the Yanchuan Family would reject him—how could they be so foolish!

"What are you doing! You can’t come in!"

"Get out of the way! Are you obstructing justice?"

At that moment, a commotion came from outside.

"Bam!"

The next second, the door was violently kicked open.

A group of police officers streamed in, some in plainclothes and some in uniform, filling the office.

"Clop~ Clop~ Clop~"

With a series of crisp sounds of leather shoes striking the ground, Aoyama Xiu Xin, a striking figure in a black suit, entered nonchalantly with one hand pocketed and the other holding a half-smoked cigarette.

"Police Chief!"

All the officers snapped to attention and saluted.

Aoyama Xiu Xin approached Yokoyama Ryohi, flicked his cigarette ash, took a drag, and slowly blew the smoke into his face, his eyes showing a trace of mockery.

"Damn it!"

Yokoyama Ryohi suddenly exploded in rage, grabbed the ashtray from the desk intending to throw it, but was firmly pinned down on the desk by the two officers closest to him.

"Let go of me! Let go, you bastards! Do you know who I am? Get lost!"

Yokoyama Ryohi screamed hysterically.

But the officers holding him down remained unflinching.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, cigarette in mouth, gestured with his hand.

A chief inspector handed him an arrest warrant.

"Signed personally by the Vice Chief Justice, Director Yokoyama, please, come with us and explain the matters you are involved with, like embezzlement, hiring killers, and so on," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, waving the warrant in front of Yokoyama Ryohi’s face.

Yokoyama Ryohi’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth gritted in rage.

Aoyama Xiu Xin continued to provoke, "It’s a pity that Congress is not in session, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to arrest you."

According to Japanese law, members of Congress cannot be arrested while Congress is in session. However, if a member is arrested before the session begins, the police must release them if Congress requests it during the session.

The regular sessions of the Japan National Congress usually start in December or January and last about 150 days. If it were a few months later, the police really wouldn’t be able to arrest him.

"Such arrogance!" Yokoyama Ryohi cursed.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed, handing the arrest warrant to his subordinate behind him, "This is the first time I’m arresting such a high-ranking official. It’s a rare experience, so I specially notified the reporters to take photos as a souvenir. Next, Director Yokoyama, please come out with me for a photo."

Yokoyama Ryohi’s face turned extremely ugly.

"You idiot! Aoyama Xiu Xin, a man can be killed but not humiliated. I demand a hood! A hood!"

"I’m sorry, Director Yokoyama," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head and sighed, "I never liked wearing a hood."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The office was suddenly filled with joyous laughter.

Yokoyama Ryohi turned pale with anger, feeling humiliated like a tiger being bullied by dogs. In the past, all these people would have treated him with utmost respect.

When he was escorted out of the office building, the outside was swarming with reporters, and the blinding flashes of their cameras made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He had often faced such situations before.

But back then, he was always composed and enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention with a smile.

But now, he wanted to avoid this scene.

"Police Chief Aoyama, why has Police Headquarters arrested Director Yokoyama? What crime has he committed?"

"Director Yokoyama, share your thoughts."

"Police Chief Aoyama..."

All the reporters jostled to ask questions first.

"Police Headquarters has obtained evidence that Yokoyama Ryohi has been acting as a protector for Takeda Fuji for many years in exchange for huge benefits, and has hired gunmen multiple times to attempt to kill key police witnesses. Please wait for the police’s official announcement. Now, please make way."

Aoyama Xiu Xin announced loudly to the cameras.

A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples, and the crowd was in an uproar.

"Director Yokoyama, is that true?"

"Is today’s shootout related to this?"

"Police Chief Aoyama, please say a few more words..."

Amidst the forceful path-making by over ten police officers, Aoyama Xiu Xin finally managed to get into the car. However, the reporters still didn’t give up; they pressed against the car windows, asking questions with a sense of desperation like zombies besieging a city.

"Drive! Hurry and drive!"

.........

The focus of the interrogation of Yokoyama Ryohi wasn’t in the interrogation room but with Yanchuan Shilang.

When to speak, what responsibilities to take, and what the final sentence would be, were all determined by the higher-ups’ strategic decisions. Thus, after arresting Yokoyama Ryohi, Aoyama Xiu Xin went off duty and left immediately.

But he didn’t go home, afraid that reporters might ambush him.

Instead, he went to the house of Takizawa Shikou.

"Police Chief Aoyama."

The door was opened by Takazawa Chiyu, dressed in light gray attire with her makeup removed, her long black hair reaching her waist and draped over her shoulders, wearing thin flesh-colored stockings.

"Chiyu-chan, is Dean Takizawa at home? I came to express my gratitude," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

"Hi! Dad is at home. Please come in."

Following Takazawa Chiyu into the living room, he saw Takizawa Shikou sitting on the sofa, going through some documents, and Hashimoto Miho.

Takizawa Shikou was dressed in pajamas.

Hashimoto Miho was in work attire, lying on the couch, her tight shirt and skirt accentuating the curves of her waist and hips, and her long legs sheathed in black stockings overlapped, exuding mature charm.

"Dean Takizawa, Judge Hashimoto."

Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed slightly to both.

"Police Chief Aoyama, please have a seat," Takizawa Shikou invited, putting down his book, then asked Takazawa Chiyu, "Chiyu, make some tea for Police Chief Aoyama."

"Hi!" Chiyu turned and left.

After sitting down, Aoyama Xiu Xin sincerely said to Takizawa Shikou, "Thank you for signing the arrest warrant, which facilitated my arrest operation."

"It’s necessary. A corrupt official like Yokoyama Ryohi, who betrayed the trust of the Heavenly Locust, must be brought to justice!" Takizawa Shikou nodded, his face full of righteous indignation.

Aoyama Xiu Xin agreed, "Hi!"

After a few more exchanges, Takizawa Shikou had to go upstairs to his study to prepare some material for tomorrow’s meeting, asking his wife to entertain Aoyama Xiu Xin.

As he left, the initially serious Hashimoto Miho and the quiet Takazawa Chiyu knelt before Aoyama Xiu Xin with obedient expressions.

Both women were attractive, and their kneeling posture highlighted their graceful figures beautifully; their shapely buttocks slightly depressed by the pressure on their stocking-clad calves, and when they slightly straightened their backs, the depressed area bounced back, looking very enticing.

"Master."

Both women coyly called out in unison.

"You two judges probably haven’t tried Chinese food, right? Let me treat you to Sichuan chicken," Aoyama Xiu Xin generously offered.

Hashimoto Miho and Takazawa Chiyu, both native Japanese had never been to China, let alone Sichuan, were not accustomed to the flavor of Sichuan cuisine, and they were overwhelmed, coughing continuously and tears streaming down their faces.

As the meal went on, they couldn’t bear it any longer and vomited everything out, and faced with such wasteful behavior, Aoyama Xiu Xin had no choice but to enforce a lesson with a stick.

Of course, since he was an outsider, he dared not go too far, lest Dean Takizawa find out his wife and daughter were being bullied.

Meanwhile, Tangong Huizi had cleared up the matter regarding Aoyama Sosuke’s visit to the South Korean company.