Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 276 - 261: I Am Your Worker Grandpa! Taking Personal Action (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chapter 276: Chapter 261: I Am Your Worker Grandpa! Taking Personal Action (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Someone was beaten tonight.

Someone bore a plant.

And yet another was going to bear the knife.

In Nagoya Central District, it was deep into the night, yet the lights were still burning brightly in a financial company, clearly working overtime.

"Idiot! You stupid pig! Why can’t you even get this simple job done! You’re useless!"

In the president’s office, a portly middle-aged man was furiously beating a gaunt middle-aged employee in front of him with a document.

And the employee dare not resist from beginning to end.

Middle-aged, with elderly parents and young children to care for, facing financial difficulties, and with the oppressive and closed nature of the Japanese workplace, losing one’s job meant it was very difficult to find another one.

This made supervisors and bosses even more unkind.

And the employees could only endure time after time.

These people were the true ninjas of the new era in Japan.

"Docking half a month’s salary! Get back there and correct it, then submit it again!" the president said coldly.

The middle-aged employee paled with fright and quickly raised his head to plead, "President, isn’t that too much..."

"Then pack your things and get lost! If you won’t do it, there’s plenty of others who will!" the president said fearlessly.

The employee’s face went through a myriad of changes, full of anger and humiliation, but in the end, he lowered his head, uttered a "Yes, sir," picked up the documents from the floor, and turned to leave.

Watching the employee’s departing figure, the president sneered. The macro environment was tough, they, as business owners, found it hard, but it was even harder for the ordinary people.

So, no one dared to resign lightly.

He exploited this fact, repeatedly cutting employee benefits, finding reasons to dock their pay, and forcing them to work overtime. Anyone who disagreed could get out.

But he also worked overtime, so in his words, if he, the boss, worked overtime, then weren’t the employees supposed to work longer hours than him?

So, he set a rule: everyone was allowed to leave only an hour after he left each day.

Glancing at his expensive luxury watch, it was almost 12 o’clock; time to go home and rest.

After all, staying up late was bad for the health.

The corpulent president twisted his neck, placed his mobile phone in his briefcase, locked the office door, and left.

When he reached the parking lot and was about to get into his car, someone suddenly pounced from behind, covered his mouth, kidnapped him by force into the back seat, and then several other people quickly got into the car, which started and drove out of the parking lot.

After leaving the garage,

The person covering his mouth let go.

"Idiot! Who are you! What are you going to do!" The president’s eyes, small as mung beans, were filled with panic and fear as he asked in shock and anger.

"I am your working-class grandfather, here to take your life."

The man sitting beside him, Abe, answered coldly.

Only then did the president see his face clearly, and he compared it with the wanted notice in the news, and was terrified.

"You... You are... Don’t! Please don’t kill me! I haven’t delayed your wages! I’ll give you money, let me go, please let me go!"

He was terrified inside. Were the folks at the Police Headquarters all just eating their bread for nothing? Why hadn’t they caught these four rioters, putting him also in danger?

If he survived this night, he’d have to make those police officers, who were fed by their taxes, pay a heavy price!

"You people like you always value money the most, right? Don’t worry, tonight we don’t want your money, we just want your life, your dog’s life!"

As Abe’s voice fell, he pulled a rope from his coat and tied it around his hand, slipping it over the president’s neck.

"Don’t! Don’t kill me! Please no!"

The president panicked and tried to struggle, but was pinned firmly by another person, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the rope tightened around his neck.

As Abe put his strength into it, the rope was swallowed up by the fat on the president’s neck, the color drained from his face rapidly, his eyes bulged larger and larger, breathing became increasingly difficult, his legs kicked violently until he breathed his last.

The murder of San Dao Yifu was purely accidental.

But the killing of this man was deliberate.

As they watched the man perish, the mood in the car changed, feeling it was no big deal.

.........

In the morning, Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by someone calling.

He blearily opened his eyes and found the covers moving unsteadily, pulling them back to see Neitian Youji lifting her head to look at him with a sweet smile.

Her refreshing bobbed hair, wearing a green dress, she lay bent over, her skirt revealing white over-the-knee socks that wrapped around her bent legs, her delicate feet swinging playfully as always.

"Hehe, early birds get to eat people."

Neitian Youji blinked and said.

"It’s early birds catch the worm," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he touched her head, correcting the well-known saying.

Neitian Youji, feeling culturally deprived, bowed her head in shame, swallowed her pride, and initiated an intimacy.

"Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!"

A harsh telephone ringtone rang out.

Aoyama Xiu Xin casually picked it up to answer.

"Moshi moshi, I am Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Police Chief, it’s Fujiwara Takahiro. News from Nagoya says another company president was found hanged on a telephone pole, with a note saying it was the work of Abe’s gang. Not sure if it’s really them or someone else using their name to muddy the waters and confuse the police."

"What?" Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned, pondered for a moment, and gradually relaxed his brow, saying, "It should be their work. If someone wanted to muddy the waters and confuse the police, they wouldn’t leave a note and just let the police guess, why go to such lengths?"

He felt that Abe’s group must be doing this as a result of his own provocation. Faced with his fabricated threats in the newspapers about capitalists, they chose not a bowing compromise, but bloody struggle.

This was a complete surprise to him.

Because in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mind, many ordinary people today are adept at compromising for their families.

Just how stubborn could these guys be?

Realizing that he had unleashed a monster,

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked grave; he needed to capture or kill the four as soon as possible, otherwise the Police Headquarters would bear the brunt of the nation’s panic and rage.

And those who were panicked by this incident were certainly not ordinary citizens; they had their own social resources and could exert pressure on the Police Headquarters from various aspects, seeking accountability.

That’s why the officials pay more attention when something happens to the wealthy—unless the vast horde of the poor could unite, individuals don’t have the capacity to influence the authorities, but the wealthy can.

"Get ready; I’m going to Nagoya personally," Aoyama Xiu Xin made this decision.

If the case remained unsolved for too long, under the influence of discontented capitalists, the issue would grow increasingly significant, and then someone would have to take responsibility for it.

Since he was in charge of supervising the case, naturally, he had to take responsibility.

Even if Yanchuan Shilang was protecting him and he would not be punished for it, having a stain on his record didn’t look good.

His untarnished record of solving every case was at risk of being broken.

"Ah?" Fujiwara Takahiro was taken aback and then gave a reminder, "Police Chief, I suspect they might be on the move to commit crimes elsewhere. They wouldn’t still be in Nagoya, would they?"

After all, if he were the killer, he would surely not stay at the scene waiting to be caught like a sitting duck.

"No," Aoyama Xiu Xin said seriously as he gripped Neitian Youji’s hair and pressed her down hard, ignoring her frantic pounding on his leg: "There’s a decisive and smart person in their team, so they’re likely to do the opposite and not leave Nagoya so quickly. For them, that’s now the safest place."

As he let go, Neitian Youji violently threw herself to one side, coughing frantically, gagging, her tears flowing out spurred by coughing fit, her pitiful state invoking sympathy.

"Got it!" Fujiwara Takahiro responded and listening to the coughing that went on and on, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the girl he had never met before; the Police Chief was just too rough and showed no sign of cherishing beauty.

I should do it.

My throat is deeper.

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Xiu Xin then turned to Neitian Youji and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"Brother Xiu Xin, you were awful, I almost suffocated just then," Neitian Youji replied, sounding very pitiful.

Seeing her pitiful look, Aoyama Xiu Xin felt guilty, "Ah, I blame myself for not teaching you properly."

Neitian Youji rolled her eyes in a flirtatious manner.

"Why did you come today?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

Throwing herself into his arms, Neitian Youji responded with the fresh breath of life, "Of course I missed you."

"Go rinse your mouth."

"Carry me there," Neitian Youji whined.

Aoyama Xiu Xin got out of bed and carried her to the bathroom.

The two of them also took the opportunity to shower together, and Neitian Youji had a few brushes, helping him scrub thoroughly.

Afterward, they went downstairs for breakfast together.

"Xiu Xin, you’re up so early today, did Youji wake you?" Aoyama Haruko, who was busy in the kitchen, came out upon hearing footsteps and said with a gentle smile.

Although the morning was cool, the temperature in the kitchen was still a bit high, and she had a slight sweat on her forehead.

Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "Sister-in-law, I need to go on a business trip for a few days, please pack some change of clothes for me."

"Got it!" Aoyama Haruko responded, then asked another question, "When will Xiu Xin come back home?"

"By Saturday," Aoyama Xiu Xin answered.

Even if the criminals weren’t caught by then, he would have to return on Saturday to attend the Crown Prince’s engagement dinner.

After all, what so-called important matter could be more significant than this?

Aoyama Haruko responded, "Got it!"

After breakfast, Aoyama Haruko packed toiletries and clothes for Aoyama Xiu Xin and bowed to see him off at the door, "Come back early, Xiu Xin."

"Got it!" Aoyama Xiu Xin got into the car and left.

"Good morning, Police Chief Aoyama."

"Morning, Police Chief Aoyama."

As he entered the Police Headquarters building, everyone greeted him along the way, their looks filled with more respect and fear.

After all, everyone knew that just because Akino Nagaoka had argued with him at yesterday’s meeting, he was beaten till he was half-dead, and this morning he came with his resignation letter, still bandaged up, which was speedily approved.

In light of this, who wouldn’t be in awe of him?

Aoyama Xiu Xin headed straight for Renping Kuniaki’s office.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

"Director," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he entered.

Renping Kuniaki said, "It’s you, Xiu Xin. You must have heard about the incident in Nagoya this morning..."

"Got it! I just came to apply to go on a business trip to Nagoya," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded and said.

Renping Kuniaki let out a sigh, "Not just you are aware of it, many people are aware. The phone lines in my office have already been unplugged."

He rubbed his brow, showing a worn-out expression.

Aoyama Xiu Xin gave him a sympathetic look.

As the Director of the Police Headquarters, he had to face the criticism from those big shots, and one could imagine the pressure he was under.

"Go then, and catch those four extremely vicious individuals at all costs! We cannot allow them to carry on like this!" Renping Kuniaki said, gritting his teeth with hatred. Couldn’t they just obediently accept their place as prey? Why resist and cause only trouble for the police?

Couldn’t they show some consideration for the police?

Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed and responded, "Got it! Do not worry, Director, they won’t be free for much longer!"

After leaving the director’s office, he went to greet Asai Ayumi, then arranged for someone to go to the court to get an arrest warrant, and coordinated with the Nagoya police in advance before setting off with the homicide unit.

"Police Chief, I’ve already found what you asked me to research yesterday," Nakamura Shinichi, the deputy head of the unit, said as they were about to depart.

Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "Ride in my car."

He couldn’t wait to find out why Asakawa Xia, that arrogant wretch, would target two ordinary people.

"Got it!" Nakamura Shinichi replied, then quickly ran to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s car to open the door for him.

He then took the driver’s seat himself.

Two police cars with sirens and lights blazing led the way, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s car followed closely behind, with two more police cars trailing, all heading straight for Nagoya.

In the car, Nakamura Shinichi handed over a file to Aoyama Xiu Xin, it contained the recent detailed information and photos of the mother and daughter, Ayase Ye and Ayase Yuki.

Aoyama Xiu Xin opened it and started reading.

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