Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 62 - 58: When I’m Ruthless, I Don’t Even Spare Myself

Chapter 62: Chapter 58: When I’m Ruthless, I Don’t Even Spare Myself

The photo showed a young man of average build with a full head of yellow hair, betting at a gambling table.

"This person has been appearing at various underground gambling dens throughout Tokyo in the past few days, throwing tens of millions around, mostly in new bills, and he resembles one of the people in the sketch you gave me earlier to some extent," Yamakawa Ichiro respectfully reported.

At the sound of this, Aoyama Xiu Xin also felt it was very likely this man was part of the Beitu Bank heist.

He stared at the photo for a while and without looking up said, "Have your men keep an eye on all the gambling dens tonight, and inform me immediately if he shows up."

"Yes, sir!" Yamakawa Ichiro bowed in response.

Aoyama Xiu Xin put away the photo and took a sip from his teacup, "How are the negotiations progressing?"

"We’re about to get a result soon, and we should be able to take over the right to collect maintenance fees for half a street in Kabukicho," Yamakawa Ichiro said with a smile spreading across his plump face as he bowed again to express his gratitude to Aoyama Xiu Xin. "Thanks to you, Mr. Aoyama, the Yamakawa family can gain a foothold in Kabukicho."

Although it was only half a street, the value of that depended on where that half-street was. In Kabukicho, just the maintenance fees for half a street were extremely lucrative.

"It has nothing to do with me; you earned it yourselves," Aoyama Xiu Xin said indifferently.

"Mr. Aoyama is too modest," Yamakawa Ichiro certainly didn’t think so, he leaned forward with both hands on his knees and said earnestly, "All credit goes to you, sir."

Although Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t seem to have made a move in this expansion of the Yamakawa family, they wouldn’t have dared to enter Tokyo without his position clear.

Otherwise, just the Shinjuku Police Station alone would not have accommodated a countryside group like them that triggered trouble and disrupted the stability of the jurisdiction, because it goes without saying that the police from the station and substations would be more familiar with the Noguchi Group.

Without Aoyama Xiu Xin, the police wouldn’t have recognized the underling thrown to them to take the fall for the murder of Panasonic Xingzhi and would have continued to pursue the Yamakawa Family.

Although the Black Society is legal in Japan,

Whether a Violent Gang can develop still depends on whether the authorities are willing to give them room to survive.

"Once the territory is secured, don’t rush to expand further, and do not interfere with the businesses of other gangs in Kabukicho," Aoyama Xiu Xin advised.

This time, the Yamakawa family had made enough of a name for themselves; it was time to retract their fangs and discreetly digest their victory.

Otherwise, they could face a collective backlash and be driven back to the countryside before they had even stabilized their position.

Yamakawa Ichiro bowed and answered, "Yes, sir!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin set down his teacup and got up to leave.

"Take care," Yamakawa Ichiro said, bowing deeply as he saw him off.

Back at the police station, Aoyama Xiu Xin went to Asai Ayumi with the photo to report, and Asai Ayumi, after listening, had someone investigate the identity of "Yellow Hair" while also reporting the good news to her father, Asai Youki.

Asai Youki thought it best not to alarm the suspect, so "Yellow Hair" could not be arrested that night; it was necessary to follow and surveil him to find his three accomplices and capture them all at once.

The lead had been provided by Aoyama Xiu Xin, so naturally, the Gunpowder Department took responsibility for this line of inquiry, and the task of surveillance fell to them.

The identity of "Yellow Hair" was found that same afternoon. His name was Fujihara Heng Xu, a 26-year-old Tokyoite, who was disciplined for robbery as a juvenile, and, after reaching adulthood, had been imprisoned twice for theft due to his gambling addiction.

At the same time, it wasn’t just the police who had their eyes on Fujihara Yellow Hair—Noda’s gang, who had been searching for the person intercepting their business, was also watching him.

This guy had been losing too much lately, suddenly coming into wealth from being a poor kid, and pulling out large amounts of new bills. It was hard for Noda not to suspect him.

"Damn it! The bastard! The money he’s losing is ours! All ours!"

Slamming a pile of photos of Yellow Hair gambling onto the table, Noda was heartbroken with rage.

He hated gamblers!

"Catch him tonight and make him spit out all of our money! Spit it out!"

.........

As long as the Beitu Bank robbery case remained unsolved, the Shinjuku Police Station wouldn’t think about getting off work on time. Plus, with the task of following Yellow Hair tonight, Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi were still eating ramen in the office at eight o’clock.

With just over a dozen people in the Gunpowder Department, Asai Ayumi set the rule of two people per team, one team per day, taking turns to follow, and tonight, for the first evening, the two leaders, Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi, were leading by example.

Originally, according to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s thinking, there should be more opportunities for those below to show themselves and train, so as a leader, he wouldn’t get involved in the following.

But Asai Ayumi insisted on treating everyone equally, even leading the effort personally, so Aoyama Xiu Xin naturally couldn’t escape.

Crap!

"How come your informant hasn’t called yet? Yellow Hair might not go gambling tonight, right?" Asai Ayumi felt the ramen tasted like wax and had no appetite.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, however, was eating contentedly, even taking a sip of the broth, directly ignoring Asai Ayumi’s question, which she had asked for the fourth time in half an hour.

"Oh, come on! Stop eating already." Asai Ayumi reached over and grabbed his ramen, placing it in front of herself, "Once the case is cracked, I’ll treat you to a feast. Just hurry up and call your informant, we can’t just keep waiting."

"Once the case is cracked, treat me to abalone," Aoyama Xiu Xin wiped his mouth and said casually.

He had no other hobbies; he just liked to eat seafood, especially abalone.

Fat, tender, juicy.

Asai Ayumi nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, not just abalone, whatever you want to eat is fine."

Japan is surrounded by sea, and abalone is common everywhere, it’s not very valuable, especially fresh abalone—that’s even cheaper.

You wouldn’t believe it unless you go to Ookubo Park and ask those scantily clad seafood vendors by the roadside stalls; they know the market prices best.

"There’s one more thing," Aoyama Xiu Xin dropped one of dear old dad’s famous lines, took a sip of water to rinse his mouth, and looked at Asai Ayumi as he said, "Police Chief, do you have any high-ranking connections in your family that you could introduce me to?"

With his current position, the highest-ranking person he could reach was the Chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. However, Renping Kuniaki alone was far from enough to back his soon-to-be-launched automatic loan machine.

After all, even though the Chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department holds a high position, within the Japan Police, his status is relatively low. He needed to network with politicians—they were the real deal.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had no way of reaching any influential politicians, so his only hope was to turn to Asai Ayumi.

After all, the Asai family was at least a police family heritage through and through. To put it bluntly, generation after generation had probably played the loyal servant for many a politician, so they definitely had connections in that world.

With the backing of the Asai family, they wouldn’t dare consume him completely and then kick him out.

Not having connections was tragic.

Eager to give money, yet finding no avenue to do so.

"Mr. Aoyama, you should keep your feet on the ground and focus on the tasks at hand instead of looking for shortcuts. Given your position in the professional group, you will get promoted in due time," Asai Ayumi sternly lectured.

I just didn’t want to follow the process and wait for time to pass.

I loved to find personal shortcuts.

Aoyama Xiu Xin knocked on the table, "I’m not discussing this with you—I’m telling you that you have to agree to it!"

You really want me to threaten you, huh, you little bitch?

This world is like a giant newbie station, with both large and small parcels, and occasionally, a few unmarked ones.

"You..." Asai Ayumi was infuriated, but quickly seemed to think of something and smiled broadly, leaning back confidently as she said, "Do you really think you can still threaten me, Mr. Aoyama? You’re about to return to the Police Headquarters, with a bright future ahead. Do you actually have the guts to go down with me? Even if I were to stop being a police officer, I’d have no worries about food and clothing. But what about you?"

In the past, Aoyama Xiu Xin had been carrying a burden, with no bright future ahead. She, wearing the shoes, naturally feared that he, the one going barefooted, would drag her down in a mutual destruction.

But now, both shod, she didn’t believe Aoyama Xiu Xin would still disregard his own future.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stared at her intently.

Asai Ayumi felt increasingly certain that she had gotten the upper hand over Aoyama Xiu Xin, her smile beaming, confident and unafraid.

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Hello, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin, Gunpowder Deputy Director at the Shinjuku Police Station—I want to turn myself in..."

"You’re insane!" Asai Ayumi’s smile vanished in an instant as she got up in alarm and grabbed the phone from him, cutting off the call in disbelief, "Do you even know what you’re doing? You madman!"

She never anticipated Aoyama Xiu Xin to react so drastically. She had only tested the waters, attempting to escape his control, and he had immediately chosen to self-destruct on the spot.

Asai Ayumi might not care about the job, but she did care about the Asai family’s reputation. The shame it would bring to the family if she were to be the cause was more unbearable than death itself.

"I just wanted to show you with my actions not to test me again. When I get vicious, I don’t even spare myself," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a feigned smile.

Asai Ayumi was his trump card, so she couldn’t waver—she definitely couldn’t escape his control!

Asai Ayumi bit her lip stubbornly and glared at him, but soon she yielded, bowing like a defeated dog, "I apologize, Mr. Aoyama, I admit that I was a bit loud when speaking to you just now."

"Hello? Mosi mosi?" Fujimoto Yoshi called into the phone a few times, getting no response before he realized the call had been disconnected, "How bizarre."

"The phone," extended Aoyama Xiu Xin his hand.

Asai Ayumi bowed, offering it with both hands.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took it and put it aside, stood up, walked over to Asai Ayumi, and took her chin in his hand to lift her face, "Police Chief Asai, I hope this is the last time you do something to harm our friendship."

"Sure!" Asai Ayumi pursed her lips.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at her moist eyes and the gentle redness of her lips, grabbed her hair, and pushed her head down, saying, "I’m quite infuriated right now!"

The Asai automatic fire extinguishing system kicked into action.

"The thing I mentioned earlier, can you help me with it?" Aoyama Xiu Xin calmly asked.

Asai Ayumi patted his leg to catch her breath, coughed twice, and then looked up to answer, "I can take you to meet them, but I can’t speak for you."

Doing this behind her family’s back, she knew her father would be furious, but she had no other option.

So, she still wanted to dissuade Aoyama Xiu Xin from the idea, "Mr. Aoyama, for those big shots, only people who are useful to them are worth a second glance. Your current position is too low to bring them any benefit. Approaching them too eagerly will only leave a bad early impression."

She might be naive, but from a young age, she understood the workings of this world better than the average person.

"Don’t worry, I’m not as stupid as you think," Aoyama Xiu Xin patted her cheek, motioning for her to continue with the buffet, and added, "It would be better if Chief Asai were willing to take me on a visit."

"Wuu wuu wuu~" Asai Ayumi shook her head desperately, blurted out again, "It’s impossible. My... my dad even specifically warned me to keep a certain distance from you. If I step in to convince him, it’ll appear that I’m too close to you. He won’t help you, and it might even worsen his impression of you."

"It seems like Chief Asai doesn’t want to welcome me into the Asai household!" Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a smirk, looking down at the seductive, flushed Asai Ayumi, "Luckily, I’ve already entered through your door."

At those words, Asai Ayumi blushed furiously with embarrassment, feeling utterly shamed—for indeed she had become his partner in every sense.

"Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~"

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Aoyama Xiu Xin casually answered.

"Mosi mosi?"

"Mr. Aoyama! That guy has shown up."

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