Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 273 - 259: Ass Decides the Head, Kill Them Till They Shiver in Fear (Vote for Monthly Pass!)

Chapter 273: Chapter 259: Ass Decides the Head, Kill Them Till They Shiver in Fear (Vote for Monthly Pass!)

Aoyama Xiu Xin really liked visiting the Takizawa family.

It gave him a feeling like he was right at home.

From whence you come, you shall ultimately go.

Except for virgins, that is.

"Master... it’s Xiu Xin, come on in."

This time, it was Hashimoto Miho who opened the door for him.

Wearing a homely camisole nightgown that clung to her delicate body, she encapsulated alluring curves with white lace trim embellishing the neckline, her skin faintly visible beneath, and similarly laced at the hem, her legs long, white, and tender.

Well over 30, yet she maintained herself just like a young girl.

You can only say that being wealthy is great.

The chicks of rich people have such a long shelf life.

"Thank you, madam." Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed respectfully and followed her into the living room.

Sitting on the couch and reading, Takizawa Shikou set his book down, "Xiu Xin is here, come take a seat."

This old guy had a good reading habit; Xiu Xin found him with a book several times upon visiting.

"Hey!" Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed his head before taking a seat, then asked, "Is Qian Yu not here tonight?"

"She has several trials tomorrow and is staying late to review case files," Hashimoto Miho replied as she poured him a glass of water.

"Thank you, madam." Aoyama Xiu Xin took a sip of water, set the cup down, and then turned to Takizawa Shikou, "Today, I specifically came to congratulate you, Deputy Dean, on your promotion to Dean."

"Oh?" Takizawa Shikou’s eyes brightened, his hands rubbing together eagerly and expectantly, "What do you mean by that?"

"Dean, I happened to come by a video of Supreme Court Justice Panasonic Jun’s son assaulting a civilian girl, and I’ve come to seek your judgment," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a slight smile, pulling out a disc from his jacket.

"Play it," Takizawa Shikou urged impatiently.

"This... Dean, should we have your wife step out for a moment?" Aoyama Xiu Xin considerately inquired.

After all, the content of the video was not suitable for children.

Takizawa Shikou, even more excited, responded seriously, "Between Miho and me, there’s nothing she can’t know. No need for concern."

"Darling~" Hashimoto Miho wrapped her arms around Takizawa Shikou’s, looking at him with a face full of moved adoration.

The look of love for someone can be feigned.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped forward to insert the disc into the player and started the playback on the TV before returning to his seat on the sofa.

"Miho, Xiu Xin is our guest, why don’t you sit beside him and keep him company? I’m feeling slightly unwell tonight," Takizawa Shikou said meaningfully.

"Hey." Hashimoto Miho complied and rose to sit elegantly next to Aoyama Xiu Xin, maintaining a respectable distance between them, appearing very proper.

Then, Takizawa Shikou added, "Go turn off the light, will you? It makes the TV picture clearer."

It also makes things more convenient for you two.

"Hey!" Hashimoto Miho complied smoothly.

As the lights were turned off, the living room instantly darkened, leaving only the faint glow from the television.

Because the living was so spacious, it made the sofa area seem darker, emboldening Hashimoto Miho to edge closer to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

A faint fragrance enveloped his nostrils.

The video finished playing quickly.

"Dean, what do you think?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, turning to Takizawa Shikou.

"Thrilling," Takizawa Shikou blurted out.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was puzzled, "Huh?"

"I mean outrageous!" Takizawa Shikou quickly corrected himself, indignantly asserting, "Panasonic Jun, as a justice, can’t even make his own son obey the law, how can we expect him to uphold it for others? If such a person were to become the Dean, it would be a disgrace to Japan’s Judicial Sphere! I don’t need to be Dean per se, but we cannot allow such trash to occupy a high position. For this, I must bear the strain once more."

Sometimes the strain must be borne by the people.

Sometimes the strain must be borne by the bureaucrats.

"The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. Dean Takazawa, you carry the justice and fairness of all the Japanese people on your shoulders; it’s truly a hard task," Aoyama Xiu Xin feigned heartfelt admiration for the Japanese weightlifting champion.

"Ah, if only there were successors, at my age, I would also like to rest and enjoy my twilight years." Takizawa Shikou shook his head in a sigh before earnestly adding, "Xiu Xin, this has been hard on you."

"It’s my duty," Aoyama Xiu Xin modestly downplayed his achievement, bowing slightly with a sincere voice.

Takizawa Shikou nodded faintly and moved to pat his shoulder, "I will definitely not let your efforts go unrewarded."

Who could find a second such talent, who brings excitement and gets things done?

"Hey!" Aoyama Xiu Xin responded with utmost respect.

No worries, I won’t shortchange myself either.

"Right, has Xiu Xin eaten yet?" Takizawa Shikou suddenly remembered this matter and asked with concern.

Embarrassed, Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled, "I came straight here first thing, so no, not yet."

"How can this be, since ancient times not even the Emperor has gone hungry." Takizawa Shikou’s face became stern as he looked at Hashimoto Miho, "Go and make some food to entertain Xiu Xin."

"Right!" Hashimoto Miho turned and headed for the kitchen.

Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "That’s too much trouble..."

"No trouble at all, just sit tight and get ready to taste some delicious food, my wife’s seafood is exceptional," Takizawa Shikou said with eyebrows raised and dancing with glee.

He wasn’t bragging—Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t expect it, but Hashimoto Miho’s cooking was truly good, the dishes were aromatic and flavorful, making him down three bowls of rice in succession.

"The meal prepared by the lady of the house was too delicious, it’s truly inexcusable," he said as he put down his chopsticks, his face full of shyness.

Hashimoto Miho smiled elegantly, the grace of a noblewoman complementing her position beside Takizawa Shikou.

Who could have guessed that this dignified woman had another side to her?

Takizawa Shikou laughed heartily, "No need to be embarrassed, Xiu Xin, a good appetite is a blessing, a good appetite is a blessing."

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

The next morning, the news that San Dao Yifu had been killed and hung from a streetlamp was widely reported.

All citizens were shocked upon hearing the news.

Some felt exhilarated, utterly refreshed, wishing they could go out and hang a boss or two themselves to boost their spirits.

Others felt terrified, horrified, wishing these four killers were captured and executed on the spot within an hour.

Different people, different perspectives.

Among these reports, there were some inconspicuous news items: several schools in Tokyo had decided to reject the children of the four murderers from enrolling, and multiple private hospitals had declared they would refuse medical treatment to the families of the four murderers, unless they turned themselves in; otherwise, the decision would remain unaltered forever.

This was a false news story fabricated by Saihara Ichiro using his connections at the behest of Aoyama Xiu Xin, aiming to lure the Abe quartet to voluntarily appear and return to Tokyo.

After all, since they had taken the risk to abduct San Dao Yifu to get their coworkers’ wages back, it showed they were honorable people with a sense of loyalty; they couldn’t possibly not care about their families.

Especially their own offspring.

Wanting to keep abreast of the situation, the Abe group, who had fled to Nagoya, indeed bought a few of this morning’s newspapers and took notice of the fake news.

"Damn it! How dare these bastards! What do our children have to do with this!"

"How could they do this! Our families are innocent! Damn these bloody mongrels!"

"We can’t just let this happen, I want to go back to Tokyo, I need to turn myself in—my father has a chronic illness, we can’t delay."

The four were shocked and infuriated, never expecting that by merely killing one capitalist and hanging him from a streetlamp, other capitalists would band together to pressure them.

Although the news Aoyama Xiu Xin released was fake.

In reality, several factories had indeed announced in their circles that they would not hire the relatives of the four, because in this bizarre era, capitalists were more united than workers.

"Shut up!" Abe, initially just as enraged and ready to return to Tokyo, to face the consequences alone and not involve his family, quickly calmed down.

He looked at his three companions, "We’ve worked for so many years, don’t you still understand the nature of vampires like San Dao Yifu? Even if we turn ourselves in, it doesn’t mean they’ll welcome our families. At best, they won’t publicly ostracize them because they need to make an example to scare others, as a great man once said, ’compromise alone won’t earn favors’!"

"So, big brother Abe, what should we do then? We can’t just ignore it and let our families suffer," said the buzz cut youth, emotionally charged.

"Of course not!" Abe rejected the idea decisively, a steely look in his eyes as he coldly said, "Only through struggle can we achieve peace! Killing one person is death, killing ten is still death, and since that’s the case, let’s kill until they’re afraid! As long as we are not dead, those that remain won’t dare target our families."

"These guys may seem powerful, controlling various social resources, but they are actually paper tigers, easily toppled. They wouldn’t dare bet their precious lives, trust me—I’m right!"

He had originally intended to escape, to live in hiding under a false name, but now he had changed his mind.

He would continue to kill those damned capitalists.

The more he killed, the more he could not only protect his own family but also inspire fear in other capitalists, prompting them to offer better treatment to other workers.

"Moreover, if we don’t go back, they’ll think we don’t care about our families, so naturally, they’ll lessen their targeting," Abe added.

The honest-looking middle-aged man nodded, "I think big brother Abe makes sense, I’m not going back."

"Then... then I won’t go back either," the timid middle-aged man squeezed out after swallowing nervously.

The youth was full of rage, the buzz cut youth even more ferocious, "Then let’s kill! Kill until they tremble with fear!"

What this country didn’t lack was conscienceless capitalists; wherever they ran, there would be more to kill.

Aoyama Xiu Xin could never have dreamed that his clever ploy would backfire, not only failing to pressure them into turning themselves in but also leading to a few more capitalists being killed.

If he knew about this.

He would surely... die laughing.

After all, the people being killed weren’t his acquaintances.

Then he’d throw even more energy into catching the killers.

After all, that was his duty; although he occasionally had moments of compassion, his status and that ambition condemned him to always sit on the side of the bureaucrats.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had neither awareness nor obligation to fight for the happiness and fairness of the Japanese people; he simply wanted to topple the overlords oppressing them and then exploit them himself!

But he was egalitarian; he wanted to make money off both the poor and the wealthy—pennies from the paupers and dollars from the lords.

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