Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 458 - 402: Lord Jing Beats Up a Rich Second Generation from the Urban-Rural Fringe (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 458: Chapter 402: Lord Jing Beats Up a Rich Second Generation from the Urban-Rural Fringe (Vote for Monthly Pass)

"What am I? Chief of Police Aoyama, what exactly are you talking about? Can you make yourself clearer?"

Panasonic Hideyoshi frowned deeply, seemingly very serious about trying to understand the meaning behind Xiu Xin’s words.

He tilted his head back to meet Xiu Xin’s gaze, his eyes displaying a mix of feigned confusion and a hint of mockery.

A flush of unnatural red appeared on his face.

Even as he tried hard to appear calm, his excitement was evident, his hands tightly gripping the armrests.

"Coward," Xiu Xin stared at him for a while before suddenly uttering these two words.

Panasonic Hideyoshi hadn’t heard clearly, "What?"

"I said you’re a coward," Nakamura Shinichi had figured out what was going on, and although he was shocked and incredulous, he provided timely assistance by leaning into Panasonic Hideyoshi’s face, "Don’t understand what I mean? It means you’re spineless, a scaredy-cat, someone without balls, that’s what you are, a eunuch."

His tone was calm, yet the insult was deafening.

"Shut up! You’re the eunuch! You’re the one without balls!" Panasonic Hideyoshi exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, even forgetting his leg was in a cast as he tried to stand up, only to fall back into the wheelchair. He shook off the nurse’s helping hand and glared furiously at Nakamura Shinichi, his eyes red and breaths coming in angry, rapid gasps, "You’re the one without balls!"

His reaction was so intense that both Xiu Xin and Nakamura Shinichi were taken aback, but then they both couldn’t help but laugh.

"You don’t really lack balls, do you?" Xiu Xin examined Panasonic Hideyoshi as if he were a new attraction, his eyes filled with scorn, "No wonder the victim’s private parts showed no signs of violation. Would you believe it, we even suspected the criminal might be a woman, but we never imagined it was a eunuch."

This was thanks to the brilliant forensic work capable of reassembling a body that was broken into dozens of pieces.

"Idiot! Goddamn bastard! Shut your mouth!" Panasonic Hideyoshi, furious and humiliated, cursed vehemently, his breaths short, pushing himself halfway out of his wheelchair and leaning towards Xiu Xin’s ear to say in a low voice, "You waste, what difference does it make if you know I did it? Do you have any evidence to catch me?"

Being hit where it hurts, he had broken down; otherwise, he wouldn’t have admitted his misdeeds outright, even knowing the other party lacked evidence, for the sake of safety.

"This is just the beginning; more people will die at my hands, what can you do about it? Heisei’s No.1 Detective, I’ll turn you into a joke. Your arrival just makes my game more interesting."

With those words, he sat back down in his wheelchair with a mocking stare at Xiu Xin and then gave the middle-aged woman an intense look, saying, "Take me back to my room."

The nurse bowed to Xiu Xin and Nakamura Shinichi and turned the wheelchair around, heading back towards the ward.

Xiu Xin stood still, watching his retreating figure, his expression so dark it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Panasonic Hideyoshi was cunning; he had cleared himself very thoroughly. Indeed, as he said, even if Xiu Xin knew he had done it, there was no evidence to catch him.

And his father’s identity was not simple, his mother was surely also no ordinary person; against such a suspect with a background, the police had limited measures at their disposal.

It was just that ironic.

These days even those who want to commit crimes need a background.

"Chief, is it really him? How could it be him? Why would he do such a thing?" Nakamura Shinichi said, his face showing surprise and disbelief.

As a police officer, he had seen many rich second-generation and official second-generation criminals; in his opinion, all these people were fucking sick, not content with good lives and insisting on courting death for some reason.

Xiu Xin shifted his gaze, "Isn’t the reason obvious? He’s ball-less, maybe he had them before, and something happened that caused their loss, so he developed hatred towards women. Unable to derive pleasure from women, he chose another way to take pleasure from them, through torture, dismemberment, using their corpses to create panic, leading the police around like leading a dog."

"So with no evidence now, what do we do?" Nakamura Shinichi asked, turning his head to look at the middle-aged woman, "Is there any point in questioning her?"

"No need," Xiu Xin shook his head.

That Panasonic Hideyoshi left without taking the middle-aged woman with him showed his confidence that she didn’t know much inside information, and his appearance to disrupt the questioning was to avoid revealing his identity. But since he had just admitted to it, what was there left to fear?

So the middle-aged woman was no longer of use.

"Let’s go," Xiu Xin turned and walked away.

Nakamura Shinichi hurried to follow him.

And the middle-aged woman remained seated in the same spot, crying.

As they exited the hospital building, Nakamura Shinichi was jabbering away, "Chief, how do we investigate? With the worker dead, all leads are cut off, and we can’t even interrogate that guy with torture, the difficulty of this case is even higher than it was at the beginning."

"I..." Xiu Xin was about to answer him when a loud crash from behind interrupted him.

"BANG!"

Both turned their heads at the sound, freezing in place; they saw a body that had fallen from the building smashing onto a sedan parked by the entrance of the hospital ward.

And the body was none other than that middle-aged woman.

Her spine seemed broken, and she lay on the dented roof of the car, her arms and legs dangling limply, her hair in disarray, blood spilling from her mouth.

"Ah! Someone jumped from the building! Hurry and save her!"

Screams erupted all around.

"Idiot! That bastard actually pushed someone down!" Nakamura Shinichi exclaimed in both shock and anger.

Xiu Xin was expressionless, "He didn’t need to push her with his own hands; a threat against her daughter would have been enough to make her walk to the window and jump."

In this way, he would bear no responsibility for murder.

"But what’s the point? From his behavior just now, it was clear this woman knew nothing that could threaten him!" Nakamura Shinichi said in frustration.

Xiu Xin spoke gravely, "The point is to provoke us, to mock our inability to touch him."

"Idiot! I want to hit that bastard right now!" Nakamura Shinichi’s eyes were red with anger as he rushed back.

He had seen criminals who acted like beasts, but it was the first time he had encountered a true beast who would take a life, simply to retaliate for the humiliation, just to get even.

Xiu Xin grabbed his shoulder and said with a look of determination, "Let me do it."

With a grim expression, Xiu Xin walked into the hospital building.

The other party had killed someone. That was bad enough, but to so blatantly provoke him was intolerable!

Upon finding out the location of Panasonic Hideyoshi’s private room, the two headed straight there and kicked the door open with violence.

"Bang!"

The door bounced back heavily from the wall.

This private room was significantly more luxurious.

It was like the presidential suite of a high-end hotel.

"Ah! What are you doing! Who let you in!" a nurse screamed in shock.

Sitting by the window, Panasonic Hideyoshi, wheeling his chair around slowly, looked at Aoyama Xiu Xin with a smirk and said, "I just heard someone jumped from a building."

Then, without waiting for a reply, he feigned a shake of his head and added, "Human life is indeed fragile."

"You’ve forgotten something." Aoyama Xiu Xin stated emotionlessly as he looked at Panasonic Hideyoshi.

Panasonic Hideyoshi’s eyebrows raised in intrigue, "Hmm?"

"Besides being a cop, I’m a second-generation heir like you. Is your old man as fierce as my grandpa? If not, then the beating you’re about to get will have been for nothing." Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke calmly and advanced towards him. He took off his jacket and carelessly tossed it to Nakamura Shinichi while deliberately rolling up his sleeves.

Outside of his police role, he was just a guy who had beat up Panasonic Hideyoshi. Who could really do anything about it?

The nurse, loyally defending her patient, attempted to stop Aoyama Xiu Xin with her frail body, "What are you... Ah!"

But Nakamura Shinichi grabbed her in one swift motion.

"Aoyama Xiu Xin! What are you doing! Stop right there! Don’t come closer! You’re a cop! It’s against the law to hit people!" Panasonic Hideyoshi finally lost his earlier composure and arrogance, panicking and desperately wheeling backwards, but he soon ran out of room to retreat.

"Policemen aren’t supposed to take bribes either, and yet many do; you’re not supposed to kill people either, but you kill," Aoyama Xiu Xin coldly responded.

"Idiot! Stop! Aoyama Xiu Xin, you only vent your emotions through violence! How are you any different from a thug?" Panasonic Hideyoshi, sweating profusely, looked around in desperation, trying to find some way to escape.

But confined to a wheelchair, where could he go?

"There’s a difference; thugs don’t dare hit you, I do." Aoyama Xiu Xin’s words fell, and he threw a punch.

"Ah!" Panasonic Hideyoshi screamed as he was knocked over along with his wheelchair. His plastered hand and leg touched the ground, causing secondary injuries and he cried out disgracefully, "I’ll report you! I swear I will!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t spout any nonsense but simply drew the belt from his waist and swung it down one strike after another without expression, much like lashing a spinning top.

And Panasonic Hideyoshi spun like a top.

"Ah! Stop! Bastard! Scum! I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!"

"Stop it! Stop, please! Ah! Ah!"

With each strike of the belt came the sound of it cutting the air. The thin hospital gown on Panasonic Hideyoshi’s body began to tear, revealing streaks of blood.

Writhing in extreme pain, he no longer cared for the plaster on his hands and legs as he tumbled and rolled on the ground.

"Stop! Bastard! Stop it now!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t pause at all, like a merciless, unending assaulter, repeating the same action mechanically, without showing any signs of fatigue.

Panasonic Hideyoshi’s wails were incessant, his gown completely torn, making him resemble a bloodied gourd.

Meanwhile, more and more onlookers gathered at the door.

Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps arrived.

"Make way! The director’s here! Move aside!"

"Director!"

A group of security guards rushed in, followed by an old man in his late fifties, with silver hair, wearing a black suit and a white lab coat.

"What’s going on! Stop right now!" Seeing his bloodied beloved son, Panasonic Toyoshige, the director of Hokkaido University Hospital, was on the verge of exploding, "Stop him immediately!"

The security personnel lunged towards Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Back off!" Nakamura Shinichi drew his gun straightaway.

The security personnel halted, not daring to move forward.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

Everyone could only watch as Aoyama Xiu Xin struck two more times, Panasonic Hideyoshi could no longer bear the pain and fainted. His originally blue and white hospital gown was now soaked red with blood, and his handsome face marred by wounds.

"Phew—"

Aoyama Xiu Xin finally stopped, fastening his bloodstained belt unhurriedly, then turned to face the furious Panasonic Toyoshige and said indifferently, "If you have a problem, talk to my grandpa. He’s the one who gives me backing. His name is Yanchuan Shilang, Minister of Autonomy and Chairman of the Public Security Committee. Remember to visit him in the evening; he’s very busy during the day."

"Get out!" Nakamura Shinichi, gun in hand, unapologetically pushed Panasonic Toyoshige.

Stumbling slightly, Panasonic Toyoshige refrained from cursing out loud, as the name Yanchuan Shilang prompted him to maintain his composure and demeanor.

Casually picking up his jacket and putting it on, Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke with a familiar tone, "Your son has committed a serious crime. I will catch him, and then he’ll be sentenced to death because he really pissed me off."

With that, he confidently walked through the crowd and left without looking back.

He displayed his haughtiness and defiance to the fullest.

Letting these people see even more clearly the difference between a wealthy second-generation heir from the urban-rural fringe and the grandees from the Jing.