Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 398 - 354: Utterly Depraved! Even Aoyama Xiu Xin Feels Ashamed (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 398: Chapter 354: Utterly Depraved! Even Aoyama Xiu Xin Feels Ashamed (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Sankai Seichiro had already started making preparations to flee.

Suzuki Ichiro didn’t understand Aoyama Xiu Xin, and so he underestimated him, but Seichiro didn’t dare do the same. Aware that if he didn’t strike his enemy down in one blow, he would have to flee far away to avoid the consequences.

Otherwise, by the time the other party traced things back to him,

it would already be too late to run.

However, he felt that since Suzuki Ichiro had already fled the scene, at the very least it would take another day or two for him to be caught, so he could leave at his leisure.

Looking at his family packing up, Sankai Seichiro sighed with a hint of melancholy and deep regret.

Originally, he had already sold his shares in East Field Construction Corporation, intending to sever all ties with Aoyama Xiu Xin. But as someone who believed in repaying kindness with kindness, the misfortunes of the Dongye family had left a deep-seated resentment towards Aoyama Xiu Xin in his heart.

So, when Suzuki Ichiro approached him by chance and showed him a way to exact revenge for his old friend by using another’s hand, the hatred within him was ignited, and he acted on it, helping Suzuki Ichiro to plan this morning’s shooting. But he had never expected it to fail.

"Good people don’t live long, but disasters last a thousand years," Sankai Seichiro said helplessly to himself.

And as for the reason it failed, he blamed it all on Suzuki Ichiro being useless, for wasting the opportunity he had created.

"What the hell are you doing! You can’t go in there!"

"Get out of the way! Don’t hinder our investigation!"

Just then, a clamor erupted from outside.

Before Seichiro even had the chance to investigate, more than a dozen policemen barged into the living room, pushing past the servants.

Sankai Seichiro felt his heart sink in an instant.

"Well, looks like Mr. Sankai is getting ready for a family trip," Yoshikai Yoshitsune, leading the team with hands behind his back, said as he kicked over a suitcase with cartoon characters on it, his expression a mix of a sneer and a smile.

"Wah! The bad guys, waaaah, the bad guys," Sankai Seichiro’s granddaughter burst into tears.

Yoshikai Yoshitsune grinned, "I’m not the bad guy, sweetie; it’s your grandpa who’s the bad guy."

"Enough!" Sankai Seichiro barked, turning to his daughter-in-law holding his granddaughter, "Go upstairs."

After bowing, his daughter-in-law hurriedly left with the child.

Only then did Sankai Seichiro manage to focus on the officers before him, feigning composure as he said coolly, "Do you have to report to the police even for going on a trip?"

"Too bad you cannot go anymore." Yoshikai Yoshitsune’s gaze turned icy, his eyes shining with a dangerous light as he pronounced emphatically, "Sankai Seichiro! After investigation, you are suspected of involvement in the gun attack against Police Chief Aoyama. Come with us immediately to cooperate with the investigation and make clear your criminal actions!"

As he finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, two officers pounced on Seichiro like wolves and forcefully held him down on either side, lifting him up.

"Get off! Let me go! I can walk on my own!" Sankai Seichiro struggled as he shouted.

Meanwhile, panic surged within him. Suzuki Ichiro had already escaped the scene, could Aoyama Xiu Xin capture him so quickly? Was Aoyama Xiu Xin’s influence truly that terrifying?

He had thought he had given enough credit to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s power, but apparently, he had still underestimated him.

"Slap!"

"Go to hell." Yoshikai Yoshitsune stepped forward swiftly and slapped Seichiro across the face.

Sankai Seichiro was stunned, his neatly combed back silver hair becoming disheveled.

Yoshikai Yoshitsune grabbed his hair ruthlessly and hissed, "Still want to keep your dignity? It’s Chief Aoyama’s mercy if you get to keep your whole corpse. Take him away!"

After spitting on Sankai Seichiro’s face and letting him go, Yoshikai Yoshitsune stepped outside.

"Let’s go!"

Sankai Seichiro, with a miserable expression, was forcibly escorted out by the two officers, shoved and pushed along behind them.

By the time he was taken to Police Headquarters and pushed into the interrogation room, Nakamura Shinichi was already waiting inside.

"Sit."

Upon seeing Sankai Seichiro, Nakamura Shinichi didn’t even lift his eyelids as he calmly uttered a single word.

Sankai Seichiro stood still by the door.

It wasn’t until an officer pushed him from behind that he stumbled forward and sat down at the table.

"See this handprint on my face?" Nakamura Shinichi set down the official records of Sankai Seichiro’s information and pointed to the mark on his face, asking.

Sankai Seichiro let out a light laugh, "It’s quite symmetrical."

"Thanks to you," Nakamura Shinichi said with a smile.

The smile that Sankai Seichiro had forced onto his face instantly stiffened, and a deep sense of unease welled up inside him.

Nakamura Shinichi crossed his legs in a relaxed manner, idly touching the slap mark as he spoke casually, "Suzuki Ichiro wouldn’t have found Chief Aoyama on his own; at most he could’ve come after me. I didn’t have to get hit, but because of you, Chief Aoyama faced an assassination attempt, and I was blamed for incompetence. All this happened because of you. Do you think I don’t resent you?"

"Blame me?" Upon hearing this, Sankai Seichiro laughed bitterly in anger, sarcastically saying, "Shouldn’t you blame your own greed that went too far, your ruthlessness, for using Suzuki Yuki as a trap to cheat Dongye Yuusei out of his family’s fortune, and then killing Suzuki Yuki to cover it up? If you hadn’t done such despicable deeds, how would there have been repercussions?"

"Maybe you are right, but what of it? Do you expect me to reflect on it?" Nakamura Shinichi’s eyes displayed mockery, full of disdain as he arrogantly said, "I say it’s your fault, then it’s your fault!"

With those words, he casually gestured with his hand.

The officer behind him bowed and then turned to leave.

Afterward, he came in with three officers carrying a large bucket of ice. Two officers flanked Sankai Seichiro, one on each side, pinning him down into the chair.

"What are you doing! What the hell are you planning to do? If you dare to torture me, I’ll definitely sue you!"

Sankai Seichiro struggled violently, hissing a warning.

"Go ahead and sue. They’ve long been prepared to resign; they’ll leave their jobs in the morning and by the afternoon could have a high-paying job lined up," Nakamura Shinichi said with a sneer and a shrug.

As long as the pay was high enough, aside from a small number of idealists, no young person would risk being a police officer, so if Aoyama Xiu Xin could set them up properly, there were plenty of people willing to take the fall for him.

Sankai Seichiro’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring fiercely at Nakamura Shinichi as he cursed, "Idiot!"

"What are you standing around for? Don’t you see how agitated he is, how can he cooperate with the interrogation? Go and help Mr. Sankai cool down!" Nakamura Shinichi commanded.

"Let go of me! Get lost! You abusers of power, you damn vermin!"

Amidst Sankai Seichiro’s struggling and cursing, the officer carrying the ice bucket stepped forward, forcibly undid his belt, and began stuffing handful after handful of ice into his trousers.

This was a traditional delicacy of the Police Headquarters.

Ice-fresh chicken, where a steaming chicken is placed into ice, causing the skin to contract instantly, making it tender and chewy.

"Idiot! Let go of me, you bastards! Ah! Don’t! Take the ice out!"

The moment he came into contact with the ice, Sankai Seichiro startled and took in a sharp breath of cold air. His body twisted involuntarily, and as more ice was added, his expression grew more and more agonized and his face began to turn pale.

"I shall start the interrogation now. When it ends, you’ll be free, so it would be in your best interest to cooperate," Nakamura Shinichi tapped the desk and asked, "Suzuki Ichiro says you planned the shooting this morning, do you admit to it?"

"Ah! I admit it, I admit it!" Sankai Seichiro nodded repeatedly. An old man like him could not withstand such torment.

Moreover, he was well aware that since Suzuki Ichiro had been captured, there was no point in denying it.

"It seems you have indeed calmed down considerably," Nakamura Shinichi said with a faint smile, then continued, "Suzuki Ichiro also said those bodies were dug up by your order. How did you know about the bodies being there and whether their deaths are related to you, you better tell the truth!"

"Not...It wasn’t me who killed them," Sankai Seichiro shivered, his words trembling, "It was the Department Head of the Ministry of Finance Bank Bureau, Yoshino Toshio."

The Bank Bureau, affiliated with the Ministry of Finance, is a government agency especially in charge of supervising national and general financial institutions, as well as financial policies and systems. It is responsible for researching, drafting, managing, and overseeing the banking industry, the trust industry, deposit insurance agencies, things like National Financial Review Boards, and Insurance Review Boards.

Departments within the Bank Bureau specifically handle banking business, and a department head holds significant authority and power.

Countless banks have to grovel before him.

The Ministry of Finance officials have historically fallen victim to corruption the most, as they manage finances after all.

Nakamura Shinichi’s gaze sharpened; he hadn’t expected a big fish to be implicated, "How do you know this?"

"I...I once attended an internal gathering, but...but I only played with a girl and didn’t harm her life," Sankai Seichiro’s lips started turning blue, his speech faltering, "Yoshino Toshio is a pervert...likes young women, I...I’ve also delivered them to him, often they can’t stand the abuse and are killed by him."

"Idiot! Compared to you guys, I suddenly feel we’re rather kindhearted," Nakamura Shinichi, showing his disgust, "Where did those girls come from?"

"They are...delivered from an organization in Osaka, there’s someone who specializes in raising girls and then brainwashing them from a young age, training them to be tools," Sankai Seichiro answered, his voice trembling.

Nakamura Shinichi pressed further, "Be specific! Stop trying to play tricks with me."

"I can’t take it anymore, please take the ice out, I’ll tell you if you take it out, I’ll tell you everything," Sankai Seichiro sobbed profusely.

"Slap!" Nakamura Shinichi slammed the desk and stood up, slapping his face, then stepped beside him and crushed his crotch under his foot, "Speak! Speak quickly!"

"Ah! Ah!" The pain and bone-chilling cold assaulted Sankai Seichiro together, eliciting continuous screams.

Nakamura Shinichi’s face was filled with evil intent, "Speak up!"

"House of Love! The House of Love!" Sankai Seichiro couldn’t take it any longer and practically roared it out.

Nakamura Shinichi finally moved his foot, sat back down in his chair, "What else do you know about this matter?"

"I don’t know anything else, I really don’t know anything else," Sankai Seichiro kept shaking his head, pleading pitifully, "I only knew where the bodies were buried by chance, and I don’t like this whole thing, I really didn’t learn so much about it."

"If I find out you’re lying to me, next time what goes in won’t be ice, but perhaps something else," Nakamura Shinichi huffed and stood up to leave.

Behind him, Sankai Seichiro screamed, "Take the ice out quickly, get out!"

Crying heartbreakingly, in utter misery.

His frozen chicken was about to spoil.

...

"Whenever I think that I am qualified to be a Japanese, you Japanese always let me realize that I am not bad enough; I am still too kind."

Looking at the interrogation report of Sankai Seichiro submitted by Nakamura Shinichi, Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head.

In the matter of being inhumane.

He was still not as exceptional as these little devils.

Although Nakamura Shinichi found it perplexing, completely at a loss, belittling the Japanese was no problem, but what did "you Japanese" mean? Wasn’t Police Chief Aoyama also Japanese? Why did he include himself in the insult?

Though he didn’t understand, bowing would suffice.

"Hi! The Police Chief means that some guys are really scum, bringing shame to us Japanese!"

"The House of Love, huh? More like a Black Heart home. Have someone secretly investigate this orphanage in Osaka," Aoyama Xiu Xin commanded coldly.

Although he didn’t like these little devils, he hated the ones who lost all sense of humanity even more; damn them to hell!

Using an orphanage to cultivate tools for powerful people’s desires, burying those who play to death, and no one to pursue the whereabouts of these girls, their plight is indeed pitiful. Those who toy with human lives are despicable!

Nakamura Shinichi bowed and replied, "Hi!"

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