Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 455 - 400: Bloodstained Fatherly Love, Chemistry Teacher Ready to Fight! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 455: Chapter 400: Bloodstained Fatherly Love, Chemistry Teacher Ready to Fight! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by the cold.

Looking down, he found a naked, short-haired beauty tightly hugging him.

The car’s elongated body had beautiful lines, and its pale paint surface was covered with scratches left by rough driving.

Ryosuke’s unattainable dream lover in his fantasies.

Yet last night, Aoyama Xiu Xin had simply stood up and kicked.

Because it was too cold, Hashimoto Chiyoko kept cuddling closer to Aoyama for warmth. Then her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her big, captivating eyes.

"Wake up," Aoyama Xiu Xin whispered.

She looked at Aoyama Xiu Xin, her eyes initially confused, then suddenly realizing the situation, she gasped, pushed Aoyama Xiu Xin away, and scrambled to grab clothes from the ground to cover her body, "You..."

"It’s okay, I don’t blame you," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a helpless smile, interrupting her, rubbing his temples. "After all, you were drunk last night."

"What?" Hashimoto Chiyoko, who was about to blame him for taking advantage of her, was confused.

Aoyama Xiu Xin sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette, saying, "Last night you were drunk. I was going to send you back to your room to rest, then go home. But just as I picked you up, you started kissing me. I also had quite a bit to drink, was full of vigor, and since you are beautiful with a nice figure, it just happened."

Listening to his explanation, Hashimoto Chiyoko tried to recall. Her mind did retrieve some images of herself kissing Aoyama Xiu Xin and tearing at his clothes.

Her spirit significantly deflated because it wasn’t entirely Aoyama Xiu Xin’s fault; she was also responsible.

How could she blame him then?

After all, she was not like those delicate fairies.

"Don’t worry, I won’t cling to you. Let’s pretend this never happened, and we can remain friends," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, flicking his cigarette ash.

Hashimoto Chiyoko’s thoughts were a mess. She nodded vaguely but then got annoyed once she recovered, "What if I insist you take responsibility?"

What do you mean by not taking responsibility? It sounds like I took way too much advantage of you! Last night I was out of it; it was only you who enjoyed it!

You took advantage, not me!

"Then get married this month?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

You want me to take responsibility? Then I’ll take it to the extreme.

Hashimoto Chiyoko got a shock and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, no. I was just saying, just saying. Let’s pretend it never happened, just be friends."

She admired and looked up to Aoyama Xiu Xin but didn’t like him in that way, and she didn’t know him well enough to marry him just because of one night.

However, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s attitude of not shirking responsibility made her appreciate him more and not fuss about it any further.

Aoyama Xiu Xin snickered to himself; he knew she wouldn’t agree, that’s why he dared to say it.

He was someone very faithful in love.

He would only marry Asai Ayumi.

"I still need to go to work, so I’ll go now?" Aoyama Xiu Xin extinguished his cigarette, got up and started getting dressed.

Hashimoto Chiyoko sat blankly until he was fully dressed and left, the door closing behind him. Then she covered her face and collapsed backward onto the floor, somewhat panicked.

"What if I get pregnant?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin, of course, couldn’t hear Hashimoto Chiyoko’s complaints, as he was already driving straight to the police headquarters.

Because he was overly indulged in farming last night, he overexerted himself.

That’s why he was more than ten minutes late today.

If anyone was to blame, it could only be attributed to his intrinsic Chinese soul, as it is well known that Chinese people love farming—it’s in their genes.

"Chief of Police Aoyama, you came just in time; the Minister was just looking for you," said a police officer who happened to be walking out as he encountered Aoyama Xiu Xin and bowed to inform him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded and went straight to Oda Take’s office after entering the building, raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Come in."

Aoyama Xiu Xin entered, quickly stepped forward, bowed and said, "Minister, you were looking for me?"

"Yes, I’ve received news that recently in Sapporo, a new type of ice drug with higher purity and lower price has appeared. Have someone check on this, and I want you to personally supervise this matter," Oda Take raised his head to say.

He was still unclear about who was behind this new drug or what forces were involved, so he didn’t want to get involved hastily. That’s why he assigned Aoyama Xiu Xin, who had just arrived in Sapporo, to take charge.

It was also to pave the way for welcoming Aoyama Xiu Xin into their group. Solving this case would count as contributing to the collective effort and earning his share.

No one would object to him getting paid.

Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed and replied, "Yes, sir!"

"Any progress on the serial dismemberment case?" Oda Take inquired about this sensational major case.

Aoyama Xiu Xin replied, "We already have some preliminary leads, but further investigation is needed."

"Make it quick, and let me know as soon as there’s any progress." Oda Take waved his hand, signaling for him to leave.

Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed and then turned to leave.

After leaving the Minister’s office, he returned to his own office and immediately called the section chief from the fourth section.

"Deputy Director, you wanted to see me."

The section chief of the fourth section, Fujimoto Shizue, entered through the door.

"The market has recently seen a new type of methamphetamine with higher purity. Investigate this and keep me updated," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed as he looked at him.

The fourth section was specifically responsible for handling this.

"Hi!" Fujimoto Shizue acknowledged and after waiting a moment to make sure there were no further instructions, he turned and left.

...

In the afternoon, after lunch, Aoyama Xiu Xin lay in his office reading comics, occasionally chuckling.

These Japanese comics are quite interesting.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A knocking sound interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," he said, setting aside the comic and sitting up straight.

When he saw it was Nakamura Shinichi entering, he relaxed, picked up the comic again, and without looking up, asked, "What is it?"

"Chief of Police Aoyama, there is progress on the matter you asked me to look into yesterday. The worker has a daughter, but she suffers from renal failure due to uremia. Unable to afford the hefty surgery costs and lacking a suitable kidney, she has been undergoing conservative treatment in the hospital. However, on the day the worker committed suicide, the surgery fee was paid in full, and she was rushed into the operating room for a kidney transplant. Additionally, the worker was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer three months ago," Nakamura Shinichi said gravely.

The truth was apparent; someone had controlled the man by offering surgery for his daughter.

Having late-stage lung cancer, the worker was naturally willing to trade his wretched life, as well as the lives of other innocents, to prolong his daughter’s.

"Ha, what great paternal love," Aoyama Xiu Xin said ambiguously, aware that the worker, in the attempt to save his own daughter, had caused the deaths of many and was not noble. He asked, "How old is his daughter?"

"She just turned 19 this year," Nakamura Shinichi replied.

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the comic book, stood up, stretched his neck, and yawningly said, "Go to the hospital."

The worker’s daughter must have been completely unaware of everything.

But his wife must have known something.

And questioning the worker’s wife alone would surely yield nothing—asking in the presence of her daughter was necessary.

If the worker was willing to do anything for his daughter, his wife would surely tell everything for her daughter.

After all, Aoyama Xiu Xin was no saint either.

To solve the case, he was willing to do anything.

Simultaneously, in a dimly lit factory,

Several people in protective suits were busy.

The new type of methamphetamine that had become popular in Sapporo City originated from this shady, workshop-like place.

Initially, only the chemist, Jing Shang, handled the production, but after a few days, he became increasingly overwhelmed, so he had Miyazaki Yu recruit a group of uneducated people who knew nothing about chemistry to assist.

To keep the formula secret, he had Miyazaki Yu set up multiple makeshift workshops, arranging these people in different locations, three to a group, teaching only one step to each group, and each group was responsible only for one part of the production process. The materials were then transported to this central factory where he personally supervised the final processing.

This specialized, assembly-line production significantly enhanced efficiency, producing hundreds of kilos daily, which were then packaged and sold.

At that moment in the factory’s office, a worried Miyazaki Yu and a serious Jing Shang faced each other, encountering a new problem.

That was, while production efficiency kept up, sales efficiency lagged, and a large stock of products piled up.

"For safety, I’ve always relied on a few regular meth-users to help distribute, but with the volume of goods increasing, reliable salespeople are insufficient. Once we start aggressively recruiting unreliable individuals as salespeople, we’ll likely be exposed quickly, and neither the police nor the Violent Gang will let us go," Miyazaki Yu said helplessly as he smoked.

Jing Shang looked puzzled after listening and asked, "Why are you afraid of the Violent Gang?"

"Of course, because they have many people and guns, and they dare kill and set fires," Miyazaki Yu answered irritably.

Jing Shang then asked, "Is what we’re doing now different from killing and setting fires? Unless you only ever want to make a small amount of money, we will inevitably clash with the Violent Gang. What we produce in this factory isn’t just drugs—it’s money! We have money, we can buy guns, we can recruit soldiers, and we can fight them head-on! If we defeat them, the market will naturally be ours!"

Miyazaki Yu stared at him in astonishment. Is this still the same well-mannered chemistry teacher, his son?

Are you sure he teaches chemistry, not physical education?

"Don’t look at me like that, I’m also trying to make more money. Since we’ve chosen this path, we must push forward," Jing Shang said calmly.

Miyazaki Yu pursed his lips, "What about the police?"

"First, let’s defeat our rivals. If the police can tolerate them, why can’t they tolerate us if we offer a high enough price?" Jing Shang spoke evenly.

Miyazaki Yu took a deep breath, then fiercely stubbed out the cigarette butt, and said, "Then let’s make a big move!"