Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 333 - 305: Prescribing the Right Medicine! What’s Your Status and Identity?_2

Chapter 333: Chapter 305: Prescribing the Right Medicine! What’s Your Status and Identity?_2

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"Do you know why I emphasized ’except for Nakamura Tatsuyuki’?" "Because he comes from a family of prosecutors, because he is the Chief of the Supreme Prosecutor’s Criminal Department! At worst, he’ll just be moved laterally within his rank, and his life certainly won’t be in jeopardy, but who are you? Just ordinary people with a bit of luck!"

"This country belongs to the powerful, and so does Nakamura Tatsuyuki—one of their number. The powerful have my back as well, they are the true masters of the nation! And you, an ordinary person who has barely managed to emerge and breathe a breath of fresh air, are you really determined to sacrifice yourself and your future for the battles of the powerful?"

Her eyes were filled with sympathy and pity.

"This country belongs to all its citizens! They are the true masters of the nation! I am sacrificing myself for them!" Takeshita Jun clearly did not agree with her statement, his neck stiff with conviction as he argued vehemently.

"Is that so?" Yehua Yiren scoffed as if she heard a joke, her disdain apparent as she spoke, "Then why do these ’true masters’ live worse lives than the powerful? Why don’t they hold the country’s power instead of the powerful? Could it be that they don’t want it? That can’t be, can it? Can it?"

Takeshita Jun’s face turned red, speechless, left only to glare at her in defiance.

"Takeshita Jun, please face reality. Who are you to fight corruption? Who are you to be worthy of fighting it?" Yehua Yiren spoke each word deliberately.

"As long as you do as you’re told, riches and fame, successful achievements, they are all not just a dream," she continued. "Don’t you want to give your girlfriend, who has been waiting patiently for five years, a lavish wedding? Don’t you want to provide her a life bedecked with gold and silver?"

"You’re just an ordinary person, don’t see yourself as a savior—nobody needs saving. Oh, I misspoke. Right now, your girlfriend needs saving; it’s up to you to choose whether she lives or dies."

Yehua Yiren had become a completely different person from when she first met Aoyama Xiu Xin, having turned into a bad woman.

Zhao Qinghong had a sudden inspiration. Was this how the Japanese persuaded their collaborators during the invasion of China?

And then he realized, wasn’t this the same way Aoyama Xiu Xin had tried to persuade him...

Oh, he had willingly become a traitor.

Well, that settled it.

Fortunately, not everyone was as opportunistic as himself, clamoring to curry favor with Mr. Aoyama; otherwise, he might have missed out on the chance to serve the invading army!

Takeshita Jun closed his eyes in agony, his mind a battlefield of justice and self-interest tormenting his soul, his face twitching, a clear tear sliding down from the corner of his eye.

Yehua Yiren’s voice sounded like a demon’s whisper.

Echoing incessantly in his ears.

"Takeshita Jun, you don’t want your dear girlfriend to suffer for you, to be tormented beyond recognition, do you?"

"Just agree to cooperate with us, and everything you lacked in the past will be yours in the future."

"Is it so hard to choose? Hesitation means you don’t love her. Since that’s the case, I’ll make the decision for you. I’ll help you kill your burdensome girlfriend, so you can commit wholeheartedly to your so-called great cause of justice and fighting corruption..."

"No! Don’t!" Takeshita Jun blurted out as he opened his eyes, making up his mind in an instant, "I’ll cooperate."

It was unclear whether he was truly aiming to protect his girlfriend or if he was swayed by the wealth and glory Yehua Yiren promised.

Perhaps even he couldn’t tell at that moment.

"Very well, Mr. Takeshita, the wise are always flexible," Yehua Yiren said with a brilliant smile like the sun.

As she gestured, the two men holding Takeshita Jun let go, finally allowing him to stand up.

"Now, let’s move to a different place to talk," Yehua Yiren invited, ever so politely.

"Yes," Takeshita Jun responded, bowing his head.

After all, he had bowed to power and his circumstances.

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Not just Mr. Takeshita Jun, tonight, other members of Nakamura Tatsuyuki’s secret investigation team had also been targeted.

It was only because Mr. Takeshita Jun was responsible for tracking Yehua Yiren that she personally showed up.

Nakajima Yangzi, female, 25 years old, a rookie prosecutor who joined the Tokyo District Court at the start of the year, came from an ordinary worker’s family; she was an only child, much doted on by her parents.

Thus, she developed a simple, lively, just and kind character, which is why Nakamura Tatsuyuki valued her.

When Mr. Takeshita Jun succumbed to Yehua Yiren, she had just finished reporting some document data to Nakamura Tatsuyuki and was headed home, but her face changed drastically as she reached her front door.

Outside her home, many neighbors were looking on, the door was ajar, and on the door and the wall facing the street, someone had sprayed red paint with messages like "Kill your whole family," "Pay your debts," "Corruption and Injustice," glaring like fresh blood.

Seeing Nakajima Yangzi, the normally friendly and gentle neighbors all cast peculiar looks, no one spoke.

But their eyes said a lot.

And none of it was good.

However, Nakajima Yangzi paid no attention to these things, rushing into the house to find the living room smashed to pieces, her parents bruised and swollen, lying on the ground.

"Father!" "Mother!"

Nakajima Yangzi cried out, throwing down her bag and rushing to embrace her father, her eyes red, tears streaming down like rain.

"What on earth has happened? Who did this!"

She asked, both shocked and angry.

"Yangzi, Yangzi, are you all right?" Mr. Nakajima asked, concerned for his daughter before answering.

This made Nakajima Yangzi’s tears burst forth; she shook her head with tears in her eyes, choking up, "I’m fine, what the heck has happened? I’m going to call the police right now!"

"Don’t! Don’t call the police!" Mr. Nakajima grabbed his daughter’s hand tightly and repeated, "We can’t call the police."

"Why?" Nakajima Yangzi was confused, suspecting perhaps that her father was at fault, had he taken out loans behind her back?

Mrs. Nakajima blurted out, speaking with a tearful voice, "The people who hit us just now included plainclothes police. They said this is what happens when you investigate those you shouldn’t, that tonight was just a warning, and next time they’d leave us to collect your dead body, Yangzi, who exactly are you investigating? Stop it, please stop right now!"

"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about!" Mr. Nakajima scolded his wife sharply, squeezing his daughter’s hand, his eyes filled with encouragement as he spoke in a firm voice, "Don’t worry about us, your father will always support you in doing the right thing, I’m always your strong support, I’ll never hold you back."

"Father! Wuuu!" Nakajima Yangzi broke down, hugging her father and sobbing uncontrollably.

If her father had criticized her, she might have felt somewhat better, but even though their lives were threatened, her father still supported her, which filled her with immense guilt.

Had her parents spent their life’s savings and swallowed bitterness to put her through university, just for her to bring disaster home, to keep them from enjoying their old age?

Nakajima Yangzi had already guessed the purpose behind this evening’s attack on her home, and indeed, she was considering backing down; after all, if it were only herself, it wouldn’t matter, but she had her parents to take care of.

Most people, for all their lives,

actually live for others.

With this thought, she sniffled, her gaze gradually becoming resolute, "Father, I’m going out for a bit."

With those words, she picked up her bag off the ground, turned, and left the house, taking out her cell phone to call Nakamura Tatsuyuki.

"Minister Nakamura, I’m sorry, I need to..."

"I understand. Let’s meet and talk."