Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 502 - 436: Darkness Hidden Beneath the Prosperity, Whistleblower Hotline (Seeking Monthly Passes)

Chapter 502: Chapter 436: Darkness Hidden Beneath the Prosperity, Whistleblower Hotline (Seeking Monthly Passes)

In the evening, Aoyama Xiu Xin returned home from work to find that Elena was back, so that old sister-in-law must have returned as well.

Oh no, that wasn’t right. Aoyama Haruko had already formally divorced his brother and was, both nominally and actually, no longer his sister-in-law, but he still insisted on calling her "sister-in-law."

He didn’t aim for anything else; it was mainly because he was one to hold onto old times.

"Ding dong." Aoyama Xiu Xin pressed the doorbell.

"Coming, coming." Along with a lively and cheerful voice, the door quickly opened, and the sister-in-law, wearing a goose-yellow kimono, stood inside, smiling like a blooming flower, "Xiu Xin, you must be tired. Come in, please."

It was clear to see that after formally dissolving her marriage, she was much more relaxed, completely devoid of the past moral shame and guilt.

Of course, that sense of thrill was gone, too.

"Sister-in-law seems in high spirits," Aoyama Xiu Xin commented as he entered and changed his shoes, handing over his briefcase to her.

Aoyama Haruko took the briefcase, snorted lightly, and said, "I’m no longer your sister-in-law. Your sister-in-law is in Saitama Prefecture. From now on, call me Haruko."

"Okay, sister-in-law," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded.

Aoyama Haruko could only give him a blank stare and turned to put away the briefcase, then sashayed to the kitchen, "Go wash your hands, dinner is ready."

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin followed her into the kitchen to wash his hands, then turned to Aoyama Haruko, who was dishing food at the stove, and took a deep breath, "It smells great."

"My cooking skills have improved again," Aoyama Haruko looked back and smiled, her eyes playful and proud.

Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, "I meant you smelling great."

"Dammit." Aoyama Haruko’s cheeks instantly turned pink, her pride in her eyes replaced by bashfulness, and she scolded, "Xiu Xin, you’re always saying such embarrassingly intimate things. So annoying."

Aoyama Xiu Xin helped put the food on the table, then grabbed a bottle of wine, "Cheers to sister-in-law’s divorce."

"Pfft~" Aoyama Haruko laughed out loud, covering her mouth and saying, "Who celebrates a divorce!"

Though she was indeed quite happy at the moment.

"I do, I have to celebrate. I couldn’t have touched you if you hadn’t divorced, otherwise the River Crab Divine Beast would have suppressed me," Aoyama Xiu Xin said seriously.

So that’s why the brother and sister-in-law took so long to suddenly divorce. Apart from considering the necessity for their future, it was also due to some mysterious force at play behind the scenes.

Aoyama Haruko listened, completely confused, "What are you even talking about... If you want to drink, I’ll drink with you."

The sister-in-law couldn’t hold her liquor, and she soon reached a tipsy state, her cheeks rosy and eyes misty as autumn waters. Her tender, plump red lips looked like tempting delicacies, insanely appetizing.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was going to have a feast tonight.

Meanwhile, in a dark corner of Sapporo, a crime was about to unfold.

Mitsuo Ranzi was a junior at Hokkaido University, curvaceous, sweet-faced, and cheerful. Due to her poor family background, she worked part-time at a small coffee shop every day after class.

This was a very small coffee shop, with the owner himself making the coffee, and there were only her, a part-time student, and another full-time waitress.

"Ranzi, you guys close up for the day; I’ve got an emergency and need to close early," the boss said to the two waitresses after stepping back in from taking a phone call outside.

While wiping tables, Mitsuo Ranzi was taken aback, but then she bowed happily, "Hi, thank you, boss."

No part-time worker dislikes getting off work early.

After changing her clothes and packing up her belongings, Mitsuo Ranzi greeted her boss and colleague, then left ahead of them, riding her bicycle back to school to rest.

But what she didn’t notice was that, from the moment she mounted her bike, a business van parked by the roadside started to follow her discreetly.

When she reached a deserted alley, the business van suddenly accelerated towards her, startling Mitsuo Ranzi, causing her to panic and fall to the ground.

"Ah! Bastard! How do you drive?!"

The business van came to a sudden halt, and then two young men wearing hats jumped out—one came forward to help her up with her bike, while another, full of concern, offered her a hand, "Miss, are you okay? I’m really sorry we scared you. Do you want us to take you to the hospital to get checked out? Don’t worry, we will take full responsibility."

Mitsuo Ranzi was initially somewhat angry, but seeing their good attitude, her kind heart dissipated the urge to pursue the matter, "Never mind, I’m fine. Just be careful when driving in the future."

"That’s good, that’s a relief," said the young man who helped her to breathe a sigh of relief. But the next second, he suddenly gripped her neck, while his other hand covered her mouth to forcefully drag her into the van, and the other man packed her bike into the trunk.

The two worked in coordination, with perfect synergy.

Mitsuo Ranzi was shocked, her instincts driving her to struggle, kicking frantically, her muffled cries barely audible from behind the hand over her mouth. But how could she, delicate and frail, compete with a grown man? She was quickly dragged into the vehicle, and as the doors closed, the van sped away.

Only a few scattered footprints remained at the scene.

After Mitsuo Ranzi was dragged into the car, the man cuffed her hands and sealed her mouth with tape, preventing her from crying out for help to any passersby.

"Miss Mitsuo, no offense, but we had no choice, someone important has his eye on you. All you need to do tonight is take good care of them, and when you leave, you will get the compensation you deserve."

In the van, a young man with a small scar on his face gently patted Mitsuo Ranzi’s cheek as he spoke.

He was internally relieved that she hadn’t gotten any scrapes from the fall, which would have affected the "experience" for the three high-profile clients that night. Otherwise, their night would have been miserable.

"Mmmph," Mitsuo Ranzi wept, her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head repeatedly, guessing the horrors that awaited her.

Scar-face threatened further, "You have no choice but to comply. If you resist, we know where your family lives. Your parents and brother will not have a good end, including you. We will take nude photos of you and send them to your classmates, relatives, and friends, ruining your reputation, so that you’ll never be able to hold your head up high again in your life!"

Tears streamed down Mitsuo Ranzi’s face, her once lively eyes now vacant and filled with despair.

"The wise adapt to the times. Don’t do anything that will drag your family into this," Scar-face said, then waved his hand.

One of the underlings blindfolded Mitsuo Ranzi with a ribbon to prevent her from remembering the route, because who knows, she might not die tonight? And it wasn’t necessary to kill her, either.

After all, murder is always a troublesome affair.

Blindfolded, she was engulfed in darkness, unable to see anything and forced to primarily rely on her sense of hearing to perceive the world outside, which heightened Mitsuo Lanzi’s fear even more.

She had no idea how long the car had been driving before it finally stopped.

Mitsuo Lanzi was led by the arm, stumbling forward and ascending a few steps, then the black ribbon covering her eyes was at last untied.

The bright light, as if it were broad daylight, caused her sudden return to light to be uncomfortable, so she shielded her eyes with her hand; only then did she realize she was now inside a luxuriously decorated living room, where three men wearing masks that covered their faces were sitting on the sofa—one slender and two portly.

It was clear that these were men who had lived lives of privilege for many years.

"I wish the three gentlemen a fun time," Scar Face said, bowed respectfully, and then turned to leave.

Mitsuo Lanzi came to her senses and tried to run outside.

But the villa’s door was closed shut before she could move.

"Let me out! Let me out now!" She threw herself against the door, sobbing, banging it loudly.

Yet, outside, Scar Face and a few underlings, smoking cigarettes, turned a deaf ear, or rather, they were used to it by now.

"This woman is quite beautiful, what a pity, probably won’t make it through the night," one underling remarked.

Another one chimed in, "These big shots play rough, and tonight it’s three against one, plus they’ll use her after getting high. No chance she survives."

"Shut up, all of you. If you want to die, don’t drag me into it," Scar Face warned, glaring at the two men.

The two underlings immediately laughed sheepishly, daring not to speak further.

Inside the villa, in the living room, the three men sitting on the sofa paid no attention to Mitsuo Lanzi’s tearful pleas and started without hesitation.

"The maker of ’Number 23’ has been caught, this quality stuff is getting rarer by the day, got to treasure it."

"Heh, you wish. Just you wait, even if the maker’s been busted, ’Number 23’ will still flood Hokkaido. Someone will get the formula and keep the production going."

"What a thrill! How about that girl? I was giving a lecture on stage last time and she was listening below. I was talking and couldn’t help but start to feel it."

...

The three men shamelessly burst into loud laughter, unabashedly revealing their vile natures.

"Please, please let me go! Waaa, please!" Overhearing their conversation, Mitsuo Lanzi was stricken with terror and fell to her knees, begging for mercy.

A portly man in a white shirt and black trousers stood up, walked over, grabbed Mitsuo Lanzi’s hair without regard for her screams, and dragged her forcefully toward the living room, "We’ll let you go when we’ve had our fun."

"Waaa, no, please... no! Ah!"

"Tear off her clothes, haha, my turn!"

"Idiot! Dare to bite me? Go to hell! You believe I won’t make a call right now and have your whole family killed?"

"Please, I’ll do it... Waaa, I’ll do it."

What followed in the living room were indecent remarks and uninhibited laughter mixed with the woman’s pitiful sobbing and screams, sending chills down one’s spine.

At the same time, at the hotel where the investigation team was staying.

Team leader Hirano Hidekazu was reading in his room.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong!"

The bedside telephone suddenly rang.

Thinking it was the front desk, Hirano Hidekazu put down his book and answered the call, "I didn’t request room service."

"Minister Hino, I’m reporting that an official from the city hall and two city council members are gathered in Villa No.118 next to West District Ping’an Park, doing drugs, and they’ve kidnapped an innocent female college student to play with. If you hurry, you might still be able to save her life," a calm male voice said from the other end of the line, and before Hirano Hidekazu could respond, the call was disconnected.

Hirano Hidekazu’s expression changed rapidly, he tried to redial, but only got a busy signal.

His face alternated between concern and doubt about the truthfulness of the call, while also fearing that it might be a trap set for the investigation team. However, he ultimately decided to take action, as it was a matter of an innocent life.

Besides, although their main task was to investigate the corruption within the local police force, uncovering other corrupt acts would just as well count as an achievement and a contribution to their political record!

Hirano Hidekazu quickly got dressed and called Gu Tian Chong, "Get everyone in the cars downstairs, bring guns, now, right away!"

Though puzzled, Gu Tian Chong relayed the orders to the subordinates immediately.

By the time Hirano Hidekazu arrived at the hotel’s ground floor, all members of the investigation team were already waiting in the vehicles.

"Depart immediately for Villa No.118 in the West District Ping’an Park," Hirano Hidekazu commanded upon entering a car.

Only then did Gu Tian Chong have the chance to ask the reason.

After hearing the explanation, Gu Tian Chong’s face turned grimly dark. If the report was true, then what sort of demons and monsters were lurking in Hokkaido?

They dared commit crimes against the wind even knowing that the investigation team was stationed here.

It only indicated that they were accustomed to doing so.

Meanwhile, at the exact time the investigation team was mobilizing, the technical department at police headquarters had already intercepted the activity.

They quickly reported it through a phone call to Fujimoto Takayoshi.

Fujimoto Takayoshi was surprised, unclear about what the investigation team was suddenly up to, and could only arrange for two people to follow and see what was happening before taking further action.

If they deployed too many people rashly, their ongoing surveillance of the investigation team’s actions would definitely be exposed.

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