Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 440 - 388: Boldly Establish Authority! One Man Disciplines All the Ghosts

Chapter 440: Chapter 388: Boldly Establish Authority! One Man Disciplines All the Ghosts

Shinichi Nakamura had just stepped out when he saw Changwei beating up Ralf...no, it was his deputy, Kato Noboru, beating up a slender young man.

"Stop!" he immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Kato Noboru, nearly forty years old, had neatly combed hair, a sturdy figure, and was dressed in a black down jacket. Hearing the shout, he glanced back, frowned, and ignored it, focusing again on kicking the curled-up, slender youth on the ground.

"I told you to stop!" Shinichi Nakamura yelled angrily.

Ikeda Hao quickly stepped forward to block Kato Noboru. "Assistant Chief, this is Detective Nakamura."

Kato Noboru hesitated for a moment, then shoved Ikeda Hao aside and fiercely kicked the youth on the ground again before he stopped and turned to look at Shinichi Nakamura.

Without speaking or bowing,

he just watched as Shinichi Nakamura approached.

By now, the hallway was crowded with onlookers.

"Slap!" Shinichi Nakamura, with a stern face, walked up to Kato Noboru and slapped him across the face.

The crisp sound echoed through the hallway.

Everyone was stunned, eyes wide open, completely unexpected that this new supervisor would act so fiercely.

Then, they all adopted an attitude of watching a good show unfold.

After all, Kato Noboru’s fiery temperament was well known throughout Sapporo, a man who dared to confront his superiors and had been suspended multiple times for assaulting suspects and talking back to his superiors. He was the sort that everyone steered clear of.

It was only because his father had been good colleagues with the Assistant Chief before he died that he hadn’t been dismissed from his position.

Yet now, this new supervisor parachuting in from Tokyo had, in front of everyone, struck Kato Noboru without a second word. It would be strange if the latter could tolerate it.

Feeling the fiery pain on his face, Kato Noboru was stunned for a while before he regained his composure, his anger surging uncontrollably as he lunged forward: "Idiot, you damn fool dare to hit me!"

Then the next second, his advancing steps froze in place and his swinging fist also paused midair.

Because the moment Kato Noboru charged,

Shinichi Nakamura decisively turned around, pulled out Ikeda Hao’s gun from its holster, and aimed it at his forehead.

At that moment, the hallway fell dead silent.

"Dammit! Dammit!" Ikeda Hao, the first to react, turned pale. He spread his arms wide and shouted, "Detective Nakamura, quickly put the gun down."

Others also panicked, as drawing a gun in a conflict is totally different from not drawing one.

"Kato Noboru! You disobeyed orders and tried to attack your superior; I could shoot you in self-defense without being held responsible!" Shinichi Nakamura said coldly.

Before coming here, after reviewing his files, he knew that controlling his deputy was key to stabilizing his position quickly. He had to dominate him to keep others in line, or he would be just a figurehead.

In front of everyone, Kato Noboru ignored his orders and continued to assault someone. If he did not react, it would give others an impression of weakness and incompetence, leading them to underestimate him.

It’s hard to change the first impression of a person.

Thus, he had to demonstrate the dominance and absolute leadership of a supervisor, hence the slap.

In Japan, workplace bullying is harsh, especially since the internet isn’t widespread now. Normally, when a boss slaps a subordinate, it’s overlooked.

But Kato Noboru thought of retaliating. If it truly came to blows, not to mention the loss of stature, he might not necessarily win against him. Being beaten by a subordinate in front of other subordinates would leave him utterly embarrassed.

So, he had no choice but to draw his gun.

"Detective Nakamura, please don’t act rashly!"

"Everyone is colleagues here, just put the gun down."

People around them continued to urge Shinichi Nakamura.

"Don’t panic! I don’t believe he dares to shoot!" Kato Noboru bellowed, taking a step forward while glaring at Shinichi Nakamura. "If you have the guts, just kill me, or else I will return the humiliation of that slap to you!"

"If you dare to strike, I dare to shoot," Shinichi Nakamura warned, his eyes fierce, word by word.

Kato Noboru’s expression stiffened. He could tell that his opponent wasn’t easily intimidated. If pushed into a corner, he might indeed shoot.

There’s a saying, "It’s hard to sheathe the sword of shame."

Moreover, Shinichi Nakamura came from Tokyo, his old boss was Aoyama Xiu Xin, someone with connections. If he had to shoot and kill him after being attacked, at most he might be dismissed. It was truly uncertain whether he would face legal consequences.

Kato Noboru was hot-headed, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. The reason he had been so disdainful of others was that he knew the Assistant Chief was his father’s old friend and would look after him.

Although he caused trouble frequently, they were minor issues. With his personality, if he were truly brainless, he would have doomed himself long ago; he often chose when to blow his temper.

But now, if Shinichi Nakamura refused to back down, he couldn’t afford to either. Otherwise, the persona he had built over the years would collapse. He would become a stepping stone for the other to establish authority, and even become a joke.

"Try shooting! I never thought I’d be killed by a police gun!" Weighing the benefits and drawbacks, Kato Noboru’s mouth was still defiant, but he made no move.

As long as they waited for the leadership to arrive, one word from them and Shinichi Nakamura would definitely have to put down the gun.

And Shinichi Nakamura thought the same, so he tactfully cooperated with him, "Try striking again, and I never thought I’d shoot a policeman either!"

Both men wary of each other, one not wanting to lose his life, the other not wanting to ruin his career, but neither wanting to lose face either.

"What are you doing! What the hell are you doing!" Upon receiving the news, Director Fujimoto Takayoshi, dragging his corpulent body, rushed over and shouted angrily at Nakamura Shinichi as he pushed through the automatically parting crowd, "Put the gun down first!"

"Hi! Director Fujimoto!" Nakamura Shinichi decisively dropped his gun and bowed deeply at ninety degrees to Fujimoto Takayoshi.

Kato Noboru, looking unconvinced, glared at Nakamura Shinichi and also bowed to Fujimoto Takayoshi.

"Mr. Nakamura! Can you tell me what irreconcilable conflict compelled you to point a gun at your own colleague?" asked Fujimoto Takayoshi coldly.

While maintaining his bow, Nakamura Shinichi replied, "Assistant Chief Kato brutally assaulted a suspect, violating both the law and damaging our police force’s image. I asked him to stop; he ignored my command. I attempted to chastise him, but he tried to strike me instead. Left with no choice, I drew my weapon to protect myself."

"Police Chief Kato, is that true?" Fujimoto Takayoshi turned his head and stared sharply at Kato Noboru.

Kato Noboru pursed his lips, stubbornly saying with a stiff neck, "Anyway, he shouldn’t have hit first."

"Slap!" Fujimoto Takayoshi raised his hand and delivered a slap, cursing, "Idiot! Then was it right for you to disobey orders? Get out of here and reflect upon yourself!"

"Hi!" Kato Noboru walked away sheepishly.

Yet, no one thought him a coward. After all, he hadn’t cowered in the face of Nakamura Shinichi’s gun; showing subservience to this big boss, Kato Noboru, was only natural.

Fujimoto Takayoshi turned back to Nakamura Shinichi, spoke calmly and evenly, "Mr. Nakamura, it’s inevitable to have conflicts between colleagues. You are new here and might not fully understand Mr. Kato’s temper. Regardless, you cannot just draw your gun at will. A gun should not be pointed at one of our own."

"Hi! Thank you for the guidance, Director. I’ll keep it in mind!" Nakamura Shinichi quickly admitted his error.

The same rationale applied; admitting his mistake to his superior, Fujimoto Takayoshi, was only appropriate and not shameful.

"Let’s disperse," said Fujimoto Takayoshi, turning to address everyone else before he wobbled toward the elevator.

Everyone bowed spontaneously in his send-off, a testament to his high prestige within the Hokkaido Police Headquarters.

"Mr. Ikeda, thanks for your gun," Nakamura Shinichi returned the gun to the amusedly resigned Ikeda, then approached the young man who had been beaten black and blue by Kato Noboru and asked, "Tell me, why did he hit you?"

"I don’t know! He suspected I was involved in the serial dismemberment case and asked for my cooperation in the investigation. I complied thoroughly, yet he kept finding various reasons to assault me; I suspect he’s a corrupt cop trying to extort a confession!" said the young man, his face filled with grievance.

However, Nakamura Shinichi understood. The young man had simply been unlucky. Kato Noboru didn’t intend to extort a confession but was venting his frustration at being overshadowed due to Nakamura’s sudden arrival, taking it all out on this young man.

"What’s this serial dismemberment case about?" Nakamura Shinichi looked back at Ikeda Hao and, without waiting for an answer, added, "Never mind, just bring me the case file. I don’t have any active cases right now."

Ikeda Hao opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing, bowed, and walked away.

Through this incident, Nakamura Shinichi, a newcomer, had already secured a firm foothold and established his authority as a leader.

.........

Meanwhile in Tokyo, far from the happenings in Sapporo, Aoyama Xiu Xin sat beside Yanchuan Xianyou, fishing next to a river, oblivious to the events.

"This year’s House of Representatives election, I may not be able to return to Hokkaido due to it, so let me wish you an early victory," said Aoyama Xiu Xin with a smile.

This year’s House of Representatives election meant a change of prime ministers was imminent. Yanchuan Shilang certainly wouldn’t ascend, but it was an opportunity to support more candidates, potentially positioning one of his people for the prime ministerial seat.

Although in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s memory, there hadn’t been a prime minister called Yanchuan Shilang, he was in a world he had traversed into, and some changes were to be expected.

Further, he wasn’t afraid of changing history, because he could hardly remember much of Japan’s history, and surviving up to now wasn’t exclusively due to any precognitive advantages.

Thus, this butterfly wasn’t afraid to wing recklessly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin meant to flatter, but Yanchuan Xianyou shook his head, "These past two years, the Liberal Democratic Party has been plagued with scandals among faction officials and faced an economic downturn during their tenure. Opinion polls haven’t been looking promising; this year might be particularly bleak."

Caught off guard, Aoyama Xiu Xin was reminded that the Liberal Democratic Party indeed had momentarily lost control over Japan’s political arena.

But they had quickly rebounded.

"Is that so, that’s too bad. I don’t really follow politics closely," sighed Aoyama Xiu Xin, before perking up, "Nevertheless, the Liberal Democratic Party system has ruled Japan for fifty-five years. Its impact is deep-seated in every aspect of the state and society. Japan has flourished under the Liberal Democratic Party’s rule. Eventually, the citizens will forgo their illusions and recognize that only the Liberal Democratic Party can save Japan. You just need to bide your time and gather strength, and then take decisive action when the moment is ripe."

To be honest, Aoyama Xiu Xin disliked all Japanese political factions equally and despised every one of the "little devils."

Once he took power, all these political parties would be obliterated, and Japan would hear only his voice!

"Grandpa is prepared for the coming downturn," Yanchuan Xianyou spoke, then swiftly steered the conversation away, "The government is prioritizing the revitalization of the rural economy with infrastructure investments. Hokkaido will be boosting its investment in tourism. Don’t you own a construction company and are headed to Hokkaido soon? Take this chance to make some money; after all, it has to go to someone."

The core reason for Japan’s government actions was the high urban unemployment rate, aiming to create job opportunities regionally to encourage population redistribution, though the outcomes were dubious.

This was because most funds had barely reached the citizens, instead ending up in the pockets of national parasites like Aoyama Xiu Xin, who utilized various schemes to line his own pockets.

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin expressed his gratitude. He felt fully justified in earning this money, merely recollecting in another form the funds originally sent out by Cixi Old Buddha.

Moreover, as Yanchuan Xianyou said, since the money would be given to someone, why not to him?

That would be a waste if handed to the know-nothings, wouldn’t it?!

Aoyama Xiu Xin wanted the Japanese to suffer more, to harbor resentment towards the society and government without finding a vent. Once the timing was right, he could then step up and lead these people in releasing their anger.

The more miserable these citizens were now, the more content they’d be with any slight improvements once he governed, enduring his rule with satisfaction.

Yes, this was a form of SM targeting the citizens.

Aoyama Xiu Xin intended to tame all these "ghosts" by himself.

He was poised to be the master of the nation and its people!

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