Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 436 - 385: Blood Splatters in the Ancestral Hall, Little Japanese Thin Rod

Chapter 436: Chapter 385: Blood Splatters in the Ancestral Hall, Little Japanese Thin Rod

January 8th, Friday, it finally stopped snowing in Tokyo today, as it started raining again.

At nine o’clock in the morning, just after dawn, Aoyama Xiu Xin, who had just turned eighteen not too long ago, left the house immediately after breakfast, driven by Jin Yucheng as his driver, heading straight for the headquarters of the Great Han Min National Group in Japan.

Half an hour later, he arrived at his destination.

Due to the large number of people gathering, the nearby police station had arranged for over twenty police officers to monitor and maintain order, as they stood at a distance beside their police cars watching the scene.

At the entrance of the Civilian Corps, two rows of burly men dressed in suits, holding black umbrellas, stood guard. As each car bearing mourners stopped, one of them would step forward, bow to help open the car door and hold the umbrella, escorting the visitors toward the memorial hall.

Aoyama Xiu Xin received the same treatment; as soon as his car came to a halt, a young man holding an umbrella quickly approached to open the door, simultaneously extending the umbrella over the door. After getting out, Aoyama Xiu Xin adjusted his suit and tie, then walked toward the main entrance.

Many people came and went, all acquaintances of Cui Guiwen, stopping by to briefly pay their respects before hurrying away. Some, due to sensitive positions or other reasons, chose not to come personally and sent their drivers or secretaries instead.

Just as Aoyama Xiu Xin reached the entrance to the memorial hall, a Civilian Corps member stopped in front of him, bowed and presented him with a white flower to pin on his chest, then bowed again and stepped aside, motioning for him to enter.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded slightly and stepped inside.

The memorial hall was crowded; men and women alike wore black attire with white flowers on their chests, their expressions solemn and silent, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Cui Guiwen had many illegitimate daughters, but at this moment, the only one qualified to kneel beside his only son, Cui Yuanzhe, in the memorial hall was Tangong Huizi.

She wore a black kimono, her hair styled up high exposing her pale, jade-like neck, her voluminous mourning clothes unable to conceal her well-defined curves.

Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed in front of the altar, then received bows in return from Cui Yuanzhe and Tangong Huizi, coming forward to them and whispering, "Take care to endure this loss."

Cui Yuanzhe bowed again, but remained silent.

"Police Chief Aoyama, your attendance at my father’s funeral honors us greatly. My father would surely be pleased to know this from beyond," Huizi said with tears in her eyes, her lips tightly pursed; to those unaware of the full context, it would indeed appear she had been very close to her father.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

At that moment, a somewhat messy clatter of footsteps approached. Aoyama Xiu Xian instinctively turned around.

He saw a group of mourners approaching, including both men and women, about ten in total. Leading them was a young man in his thirties, his Korean identity evident from his hairstyle and facial features, who wore black leather gloves and bowed deeply at the altar.

His expression appeared sincere, yet his refusal to remove his gloves revealed the arrogance and disdain in his heart.

Upon seeing this group, Tangong Huizi’s expression turned sour, but she still bowed back in response.

The young man in leather gloves walked up to Cui Yuanzhe and Huizi, glanced at Huizi, then said in fluent Korean, "Yuanzhe, take care to endure this loss. Chairman Cui has toiled for the Civilian Corps all his life and now it’s time for him to rest. From now on, this burden lies on you. But don’t worry, we are all here to support you. We hope you continue Chairman Cui’s legacy and lead the Civilian Corps to new heights."

Huizi’s expression turned utterly grim.

The expressions of the senior Civilian Corps members also changed dramatically in the memorial hall; some looked shocked, some angry, while others remained poker-faced, creating an eerily bizarre atmosphere.

Aoyama Xiu Xin turned his head to look at Jin Yucheng.

"He said..." Jin Yucheng immediately understood his boss’s intention and stepped forward to whisper a translation in his ear.

The young man in leather gloves glanced at Jin Yucheng and then at Aoyama Xiu Xin, but it was just a glance without much regard.

Cui Yuanzhe, appearing rather nervous, glanced at Huizi and Aoyama Xiu Xin, swallowed his words, and then bowed to the young man in leather gloves, saying, "Thank you for your comforting words, Brother Yong Cheng. However, you are mistaken. Before my father passed away, he designated my sister Huizi as the successor to the chairman’s position."

After a stint in prison, he had completely given up any thought of competing with Tangong Huizi for leadership, wanting only to be a mere figurehead and live out his days quietly.

Hence, he would naturally not be swayed by the other’s provocation.

Noticing that Cui Yuanzhe’s glance paused on Aoyama Xiu Xin, the young man in leather gloves turned his head again to reexamine Aoyama Xiu Xin, then feigned confusion and asked, "Huizi? Who is that?"

"It’s me." Tangong Huizi stood up, placed her hands on her lower abdomen and bowed, lifting her head to stare defiantly at the young man, her tone calm, "Tangong Huizi, please look after me well."

"Heh, a Japanese? This is the Great Han Min National Group, not a group for the Yamato People!" the young man with leather gloves frowned and said with a bite.

Huizi calmly responded, "This is the name my father gave me. I have Korean blood running through my veins. Although I am inexperienced, since my father has entrusted the Civilian Corps to me, I shall do my utmost to promote it here in Japan."

She didn’t believe he was genuinely unaware of whether she was Korean or Japanese; he was clearly here to cause trouble.

"How could Chairman Cui, a man so wise, become confused at his death?" the young man in leather gloves began to speak rudely, looking around and asking, "Was this matter deliberated by the council? The Civilian Corps belongs to the Koreans, not to any one family or individual. The chairman’s position is of great importance; how can it be privately assigned?"