Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 431 - 380: Paying the Price for Arrogance, Making a Ridiculous Mistake (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 431: Chapter 380: Paying the Price for Arrogance, Making a Ridiculous Mistake (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"You said your stock was piling up, so I had my father help you find channels; you said your capital turnover was tight, and I lent it to you! After all these years of dealing with me, Dongye Yuusei, where have I wronged you?"

Dongye Yuusei spoke word by word, his expression growing increasingly fierce as he stretched out his hand and pinched Yamamoto Nai’s fair cheeks, twisting them forcefully, turning them red and swollen.

The intense pain and extreme fear made Yamamoto Nai’s tears stream down all three of her eyes as she shook her head pitifully, looking at Dongye Yuusei in an attempt to awaken his sympathy.

"Slap!"

Dongye Yuusei raised his hand and harshly slapped her face, saying viciously, "Yeah, I haven’t wronged you, but you have wronged me! You won’t even lend me ten thousand US dollars, do you lack that little bit? You fucking don’t lack it, but I do! People’s hearts are truly ugly. I think, if I weren’t in need, you’d definitely rush to give it to me to spend, but it’s precisely because I need it that you even hang up on me directly!"

"Yamamoto Nai, you whore! All four of you are fucking whores! If any one of you had the slightest conscience that night to lend me money, I fucking wouldn’t have ended up in this situation! You are the real instigators of all this, you are the ones who deserve to die the most!"

The fat and thin monk, listening on the side, also felt Yamamoto Nai truly deserved to die. Dammit, are all rich people so heartless, not knowing how to repay kindness?

No wonder they’re rich, they traded their conscience for it.

A merchant can’t be without conscience; if they lose it, they have to earn even more.

"Woo woo woo woo!" Upon hearing Dongye Yuusei’s almost venting interrogation, Yamamoto Nai had nothing to say, even if she did, she couldn’t, as she sobbed uncontrollably, snorting and weeping, seemingly filled with immense regret.

But Dongye Yuusei, today, was no longer the carefree young master of the past, who only knew how to indulge in food, drink, and gambling. He saw through her true thoughts with a glance and said with a mocking tone, "You’re not regretting your own mistakes but rather regretting that you fell into my hands. You love your boyfriend so much, I’ll send you to join him."

"Woo woo woo woo woo!" Yamamoto Nai, like a drum in the waves, kept shaking her head, her eyes filled with terror.

Suddenly, she didn’t love her boyfriend that much anymore.

The more she did this, the more pleasure Dongye Yuusei derived from revenge, and he laughed as he stood up, "But before I kill you, we might as well make use of the trash. I’ll use your filthy body to treat my brothers. What are you two waiting for? Go on, together."

As his words fell, he laughed out loud, sitting on the sofa with a plop, lighting a cigarette, ready to watch the show.

"Thank you, big bro! Thank you, big bro!"

The fat and thin monk, ecstatic, pounced without hesitation and began groping Yamamoto Nai, tearing at her clothes and skirt, emitting bursts of lecherous laughter.

"Skuni Ichiro! She’s really wearing black stockings!"

"Yo, we brothers are in for a treat."

"Woo woo woo!" Watching the two filthy and sloppy lowlifes violate her, Yamamoto Nai was going insane, crying pitifully with red eyes.

The fat and thin monk, trash of the lower class, would have been shunned by her in the past, with Yamamoto Nai worrying they’d contaminate her with germs—wishing she could spray them with alcohol for disinfection. But now, she was the one being sprayed by them.

The more she resisted, the more excited the fat and thin monk became.

In the past, faced with such high and mighty rich girls, they wouldn’t even dare to take a few extra glances, fearing it would cause trouble.

But now they could ravage her at will, not just for the physical pleasure but also mentally.

For Yamamoto Nai, after an agonizing three minutes,

The fat and thin monk finished their deed contentedly.

Yamamoto Nai lay on the ground, disheveled, her eyes lifeless and her face a portrait of despair.

"That was quick?" Dongye Yuusei glanced at the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, somewhat bewildered, urging the fat man, "Didn’t you buy the drug? Hurry up and take it!"

Even as a spectator, he hadn’t had his fill of watching.

"Big bro, I already took it beforehand," the fat man said, slightly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head.

Dongye Yuusei: "......"

This is the strength you boast about taking revenge for me?

Looks like making a fool of yourselves!

"Finish her off," he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

Hearing this, Yamamoto Nai immediately sprang back to life, twisting her body to crawl in front of Dongye Yuusei, clutching his ankle and looking up at him pleadingly, shaking her head nonstop, begging him to spare her life.

Dongye Yuusei was unmoved, his face expressionless.

The fat and thin monk each grabbed one of Yamamoto Nai’s legs and dragged her away; Yamamoto Nai emitted a sound of despair, and ultimately, a pillow was used to cover her nose.

After a brief struggle, everything calmed down.

She was dead, just like Huang Mao, dying with her eyes open.

"Let’s go."

Dongye Yuusei extinguished his cigarette butt, stood up, and left.

The fat and thin monk glanced at Yamamoto Nai’s well-proportioned corpse, took the money from her bag and the jewelry from her body, and only then, with lingering reluctance, followed him.

The three put their hats and masks back on and left, carrying the toolbox filled with tools towards the elevator.

As they waited for the elevator, the door to room 1202 opened. Bearded Man, who had gone out to buy breakfast, also came to wait for the elevator. He had slept on the couch the previous night, and his lower back was a bit sore, so he subconsciously stretched his hand out to scratch it.

But just that moment, as he lifted his jacket, the gun handle tucked at his waist was exposed. Having just killed someone, the fat man—tense and guilty—caught sight of it and thought the man was an undercover police officer reaching for his gun to arrest them. He bellowed, "Big Brother, watch out!"

As his warning dropped, he couldn’t tell where the courage came from, perhaps the benefits of tagging along with Big Brother, like getting a wealthy and beautiful girlfriend, gave him the resolve to repay with his life, or maybe it was just reflex—but either way, he didn’t hesitate and tackled the Bearded Man to the ground.

As the Bearded Man fell, the gun strapped to his back slid out. Dongye Yuusei, hearing the commotion and turning around, was shocked and instinctively pulled his gun, chambering it and shooting the Bearded Man directly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive shots, and the Bearded Man was dead on the spot.

In room 1202, both the refined man and the buzz-cut youth were startled by the gunfire. Shortly after realizing their just-departed companion, the Bearded Man, was likely involved, they drew their guns and rushed out.

Hearing the door open, Dongye Yuusei, who had just picked up the Bearded Man’s pistol, instinctively looked back. Seeing the guns in the hands of the two men, he thought they were police lying in ambush and ran, "Quick, find a place to hide!"

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"

Simultaneously, gunfire erupted like firecrackers.

The fat man reacted slower and, finding himself at the back, became a human shield. He was shot several times and fell dead on the spot.

But it was his death that allowed Dongye Yuusei and the skinny man to make it across the corridor to the staircase on the other side.

"Idiot!" The refined man and the buzz-cut youth, reaching the Bearded Man’s side and seeing the unblinking eyes of their fallen brother, glared fiercely and declared, "Kill them, revenge!"

"Big Brother! The gunfire, it’ll attract the police; we have to leave quickly." The buzz-cut youth was more sensible and tried to persuade the refined man by grabbing him.

The refined man shook off his grip and turned his head, "They’re already here! Who do you think those two are? They’ve got to be plainclothes on patrol! They bumped into our number two by chance, he must have let his gun show and they shot him, they’ve surely called for backup by now. Running now will definitely get us caught by the police on their way, we’re better off staying here where the layout is complex and there are so many hostages, it gives us the chance and leverage to negotiate with the police."

"The two are greenhorns, I’ll go chase them down, you go get the heavy weapons and the gold."

With those words, he chased after them towards the staircase at the end of the corridor, emboldened by desperation.

Watching his big brother disappear, the buzz-cut youth turned and hurried back to room 1202, shouldered the bags of gold and weapons, and charged out, swapping his small pistol for a slightly worn AK.

As seasoned criminals, they long suffered from a fear of inadequate firepower and knew the importance of having the right tools for the job, which is why each was equipped with both a handgun and a rifle, and a few grenades.

Back to Dongye Yuusei and the skinny man, who had made it into the staircase first. They hid around the corner and stopped running, handing the found pistol to the skinny man and catching their breath, "The gunshots mean they’re sure to call for backup, it’s too late to run. It seems there are only two of them up there, let’s ambush them, surprise them, and after taking them out, we can take hostages to negotiate with the police."

Both sides had right up the same alley in mind.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The skinny man, somewhat nervous, held the gun and nodded repeatedly, also voicing a reason to encourage himself, "I have to avenge my brother!"

"Shh!" Hearing footsteps, Dongye Yuusei motioned for silence, held his breath, and dared not exhale loudly.

"Creak~"

The door to the staircase was carefully pushed open, emitting an annoying noise, as a figure appeared.

"Shoot!" Dongye Yuusei commanded as he pulled the trigger; his marksmanship was poor, and he fired wildly.

The skinny man, in his panic, also opened fire.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Though neither’s shooting skills were good, they had the advantage, and in the chaos, they shot the veteran, the refined man, who was hit in the arm and retreated while returning fire.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshot after gunshot echoed within the staircase.

"Big Brother! Catch!" The buzz-cut youth, coming to support, tossed his AK to the refined man.

Dongye Yuusei and the skinny man stalled, exchanging a glance when they heard the term "big brother".

Before they had time to think any further, with a brother dead and having been shot himself, the furious refined man kicked open the door and sprayed AK gunfire wildly.

"Dada dada dada dada dada dada dada!"

Bullets flew like vipers, hitting walls and raising dust, striking railings and sparking.

The overwhelming firepower pinned Dongye Yuusei and the skinny man down, preventing them from raising their heads. To the sound of gunfire, they felt like a tiny boat in a tempest, at risk of capsizing any second.

"Big Brother, something seems off, do Japan Police also use AKs?" The skinny man said with trepidation.

"Idiot! What a mix-up." Dongye Yuusei too caught on to the mistake and tentatively yelled out, "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Friends, we’re not police, we just mistook you for police!"

The deafening gunfire abruptly ceased.

Just as Dongye Yuusei and the skinny man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dada dada dada!"

The intense gunfire resumed, startling the two who were about to show themselves into retreating once more.

Bullets flew wildly, like a sudden violent storm.

"There might have been a misunderstanding before anyone died, but after I’ve lost a brother, there’s no misunderstanding!" the refined man’s roar resonated in the stairwell.