Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 437 - 385: Blood Splatters in the Ancestral Hall, Little Japanese Thin Rod_2

Chapter 437: Chapter 385: Blood Splatters in the Ancestral Hall, Little Japanese Thin Rod_2

He had just finished speaking when a bald, obese middle-aged man standing behind him stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhao, I did not receive any notice regarding the meeting."

"Director Huang, at that time it was urgent, my father was on the verge of death, and there wasn’t enough time to convene a board meeting. However, Chairman Chen and Chairman Liu, along with several other directors were present and can testify that there were no objections," said Tangong Huizi, looking at the bald man.

With his large belly, the bald Director Huang sneered, "Then why didn’t anyone call me? The chairman is already dead, who knows what he said? I suspect you all colluded to fabricate this story! I absolutely do not agree with you taking over as chairman! I even suspect there’s something fishy about the chairman’s death!"

After Director Huang finished speaking, Tangong Huizu’s face remained calm, but several other directors who supported her were unable to contain their anger and began to rebut loudly.

"Damn it! What are you talking about?"

"Who is colluding here, Huang? Don’t falsely accuse us! In front of the chairman’s spirit, I don’t want to make a scene, get out of here now!"

"Quiet! Everyone, quiet!" Zhao Yongcheng clapped his hands and shouted, and after the noise gradually died down, he spoke in a neutral manner, "Since all the directors are present today, why don’t I preside over and conduct a vote in the presence of the late chairman’s spirit as a witness. I think Director Huang is suitable; as a veteran of the Civilian Corps, he has been diligent and stable in his character for many years. Having him as the chairman would also reassure our compatriots who are far from the homeland."

Upon hearing this, all the top members of the Civilian Corps in the hall looked at each other with various expressions. The development of the Civilian Corps in Japan couldn’t happen without support from South Korea, and now Zhao Yongcheng was representing the attitude of the domestic supporters by backing Director Huang.

Everyone then had to carefully consider which side to align with.

"Mr. Zhao’s favor flatters me," said Director Huang, his face a mix of terror and sincerity, but then he quickly changed his tone, "Of course, although I know I am not one in ten thousand as capable as the late chairman, I am certainly stronger than some weaker counterparts. At this critical juncture, I am willing to take on this responsibility."

Tangong Huizi’s expression turned dark and ominous; she had anticipated someone might cause trouble at the spirit’s presence, but she didn’t expect that the people from her own country would openly force her out in front of the spirit and strip her of her inheritance rights.

"Everyone quiet, my boss has something to say," Jin Yucheng shouted loudly in Korean at that moment.

All eyes turned towards Aoyama Xiu Xin.

He spoke calmly, "Chairman Cui was a senior I deeply respected. Today is his funeral, I hope everyone respects the deceased and doesn’t disturb his peace with these mundane matters. If there’s anything important, let’s wait until after the funeral."

Jin Yucheng translated it into Korean.

"We Koreans should handle our own matters without the need for Japanese to point fingers and give directions. Since you’ve finished paying respects, please leave quickly because we need to discuss internal matters next," said Zhao Yongcheng, frowning and speaking arrogantly as he glanced at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin turned his head towards Jin Yucheng.

He couldn’t understand the gibberish being spoken.

Jin Yucheng immediately translated it for him.

"Alright," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, and then his expression turned cold as he suddenly lashed out, slapping Zhao Yongcheng hard across the face, "Idiot! Despicable wretch, you’re on our Japanese soil right now! How dare you chase me away? Believe it or not, I can have you deported right this moment!"

His arrogance as a Japanese was fully displayed.

This is Japan, not South Korea, even if President Jin’s son came, he would have to bow before him, let alone this nobody.

"Damn it, you son of a dog!" Feeling the fiery pain on his face, Zhao Yongcheng instantly flew into a rage. He couldn’t understand what Aoyama Xiu Xin was saying and without another word, he pounced towards him, "Beat him up!"

His bodyguards and entourage, hearing this, didn’t hesitate to launch an attack on Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Don’t fight! Don’t fight! You can’t hit this man, Mr. Zhao! Stop!" Director Huang, who recognized Aoyama Xiu Xin, shouted repeatedly.

But Zhao Yongcheng was already blinded by anger, and amidst the chaos, he couldn’t hear clearly what the other was saying.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped back to protect Jin Yucheng behind him. It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight back, but brawling like a little thug in a suit was too undignified; he didn’t want to get his hands dirty himself.

"Bang!"

The next second, a gunshot sounded like thunder.

The originally chaotic scene suddenly paused as if a pause button had been pressed, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

It was Jin Yucheng who fired the shot. He slowly aimed the upward-pointing gun at Zhao Yongcheng and said disdainfully in Korean, "You pathetic South Korean bastard, are you tired of living?"

In that moment, Zhao Yongcheng instantly calmed down. His bodyguard daring to shoot in a public place showed confidence.

The young man opposite him had an extraordinary status in Japan.

"What’s happening?" "What’s going on?"

The police outside the Civilian Corps, hearing the gunshot, all rushed into the hall, guns drawn, and surrounded everyone.

"Police Chief Aoyama!"

The leading officer saluted Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin ignored him and, with an expressionless face, snatched the gun from Jin Yucheng’s hand, then strode forward and hit Zhao Yongcheng on the head with the gun.

With a bang, his forehead immediately split open, blood streaming down and covering his face.

But Zhao Yongcheng dared not even fart. He could only hold his head and glare bitterly at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin then kicked him, knocking him down.

"Thud!"

Just as Zhao Yongcheng tried to get up, a shiny leather shoe fell from above, stepping on his head and crushing his face against the ground, causing a painful friction.

During the entire process, the nearby police merely watched but remained silent, nearly ready to join in the beating.

"Ah!" Overwhelmed by intense humiliation, Zhao Yongcheng’s eyes reddened with rage as he struggled in vain.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, standing over him, said condescendingly, "You son of a bitch, this is Japanese territory. I come and go as I please. Even your mother in Japan counts as Japanese territory, and I would enter if I pleased. Understand, you dog hybrid? Keep your arrogance in check when you’re in front of me! This is the price."

As he finished speaking, he stepped off, casually tossing the gun back to Jin Yucheng and nodding toward Zhao Yongcheng and his group, he told the leading officer, "They tried to attack me."

"Sir!" The officer bowed deeply and then, lifting his head with a serious face, waved a big hand, "Take them all away!"

Zhao Yongcheng was roughly lifted from the ground and dragged out, his hateful eyes fixed on Aoyama Xiu Xin as if trying to memorize his face.

"Asshole! You’d better not come to Korea!"

"What did he say?" Aoyama Xiu Xin raised an eyebrow.

Jin Yucheng promptly translated for him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled unsurely; he had no intention of going to South Korea now, but when he did go, the Koreans would greet him with state honors.

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