Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 545 - 463: Ground Sitting Price Hike, New Tricks, Two Blazing Fires (7400 words, soliciting monthly passes)_3

Chapter 545: Chapter 463: Ground Sitting Price Hike, New Tricks, Two Blazing Fires (7400 words, soliciting monthly passes)_3

Hattori Duanji: "Hey! I’ll be on my way now."

"Bang!"

At the moment the door closed, Hashimoto Chiyoko finally reopened her eyes, and she collapsed on the sofa as if all her strength had been drained, gasping for air, with sweat drenching her entire body.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked up and pulled off the coat that was covering her, "Miss Chiyoko, are you okay?"

"idiot!" Seeing daylight once again, Hashimoto Chiyoko squinted, trying to adjust her eyes, and then glared at him with a mix of shame and anger, grinding her teeth as she muttered a curse under her breath.

She had never felt so embarrassed like she did today.

But occasionally trying something new was quite thrilling.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, said, "Seems like you’re not doing too bad. Don’t worry, he didn’t know it was you under the clothes. To the public, you’ll always be the brave, just, and pure Journalist Hashimoto."

...

Time quickly moved on to the evening.

One o’clock in the morning, all was silent, and all of Sapporo had fallen asleep. The streetlights giving off a dim glow had already gone out, leaving only the full moon hanging in the sky to provide a slight illumination for those walking at night.

In East District, on a street that was designated for demolition for an amusement park, a few figures with their mouths and noses covered sneakily approached the Yamada family’s doorstep.

Then, using the moon’s light for visibility, they opened a can of gasoline they carried with them, and started pouring it on the Yamada family’s house.

Accompanied by the sound of splashing liquid,

The strong scent of gasoline instantly filled the air.

After pouring the gasoline, the leader, Yagyu Tao, struck a match and threw it toward the Yamada family’s home.

Flames met fuel and ignited instantly, "Boom," and a large fire rapidly rose and began to engulf the whole house. Yagyu Tao and the others, carrying the empty gasoline can, fled in a panic.

The fire grew larger, waking the neighbors.

"My God! Fire! Fire!"

"The Yamada family’s house is on fire!"

The previously dark street instantly lit up with lights one after another. Along with the shouting, all the neighbors rushed out—the majority of them spontaneously trying to put out the fire with water to no avail.

By the time the fire trucks arrived and extinguished the flames, Yamada Shinryu’s home was already burned down to its frame.

Fortunately, the fire brigade did not find Yamada Shinryu’s body in the wreckage, which meant he was not home when the fire started and thus had narrowly escaped disaster.

The neighbors were abuzz with discussion, all marveling at how lucky Yamada Shinryu was; otherwise, with such a large fire, he wouldn’t have had a chance to react and would have been trapped and burned alive inside his house.

Yagyu Tao, mingling in the crowd, had a sullen look on his face.

"Boss, what do we do?" one of his underlings asked anxiously, fearing Yamada Shinryu’s revenge.

Yagyu Tao signaled with his eyes, and after leading his henchmen away from the crowd, said, "Damn it, I didn’t expect Yamada Shinryu to not be home. It’s come to this; we absolutely cannot let it be known that we’re connected to this fire. As long as there’s no evidence, Yamada Shinryu can’t do a thing about it. If he dares to make a move, we’ll just call the cops on him."

"Okay!" Several underlings nodded in agreement.

Yagyu Tao pursed his lips, "No matter what, his house is gone now. We’ll wait for him to cool down a bit before talking to him. He’s more likely to cave then."

"But for safety’s sake, you guys should start staying at my place from tonight. If that brat wants to play tough, he can’t take us all on by himself."

Yamada Shinryu spent that night out drinking, intoxicated and utterly oblivious. His neighbors couldn’t reach him, nor could the police, so he had no idea his home had caught fire. The next morning, he woke up, pushed aside the two women on top of him, and went out to catch a taxi home.

"Last night at one in the morning, in the East District xx street, block five, a fire broke out destroying a house. Fortunately, there were no casualties. The cause of the fire is currently under investigation by local authorities..."

Listening to the car radio, Yamada Shinryu yawned and laughed, "Wonder who the unlucky bastard is."

He didn’t bother his neighbors, but because of his personality, he wasn’t particularly close with them either.

So now he was happily gloating over someone else’s misfortune without an ounce of guilt.

"Indeed, quite unlucky. I heard that area is in the middle of demolition negotiations. Now that the house is burned down, I’m afraid the compensation might be reduced," chimed in the taxi driver.

Yamada Shinryu sniffed, "They had signed the contract and got their money yesterday. The house being burned won’t affect their compensation."

"Oh, that’s good for them. It’s those who try to sit tight and hold out without signing a contract who are in trouble if their house catches fire. Now that would be tragic," laughed the driver.

Yamada Shinryu also laughed, his smile laced with disdain. Those spineless wimps, apart from me, who else would dare be tough and demand extra compensation?

About ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a heap of ruins cordoned off by police tape. Yamada Shinryu was startled at first, then staggered out of the car and stood in front of the rubble, his face a picture of utter confusion.

Wait, where’s my house?

Where the hell is my big-ass house!

"idiot!" After a brief moment of stupor, Yamada Shinryu snapped to his senses, roared in mental collapse, fell to his knees, and began pounding the ground with his fists.

I’m the unlucky bastard?

The taxi driver was also dumbfounded, his expression strained, realizing, oh, you’re the unfortunate guy.

"Cough, excuse me, sir, the fare..."

"Get lost!" Yamada Shinryu suddenly turned around, eyes bloodshot with fury, and screamed hysterically.

The taxi driver, frightened by his ferocious appearance, jerked in fear, quickly turned the key, and sped off, sticking his head out and shouting, "jerk! Serves you right for your house burning down. Keep the cab fare for your home repairs!"

"idiot!" Already on the edge of collapse, Yamada Shinryu got up, grabbed a rock, and threw it at the fleeing taxi.

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