Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 91 - 87: If the law can’t provide justice, then take it yourself (seeking monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

Chapter 91: Chapter 87: If the law can’t provide justice, then take it yourself (seeking monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

It had started raining at some point in the sky.

The rain fell gently, while the dim streetlights cast a hazy and patchy light through the refractions of the raindrops.

Occasionally, vehicles rushed by, their tires splashing water in all directions, but Jing Shangwei, drenched by the puddles, remained indifferent as he held his daughter’s photo and walked step by step toward home in the rain.

In Tokyo, the days in June were still hot, but the rain brought a slight chill, though not as chilling as Jing Shangwei’s heart.

He worked as a part-time teacher at Green Grain High School; although merely part-time, he was diligent and conscientious, which caused dissatisfaction among some bad students, including Jinwei Teng.

But Jing Shangwei had never dreamed that an 18-year-old could be so corrupt, nor had he imagined that the teenager’s retaliation would manifest on his own daughter.

What he had least expected was that both the police responsible for sexual crimes and those responsible for murder crimes had turned a blind eye to his plight, all because Teng’s father was a prosecutor?

The rain grew heavier, and Jing Shangwei subconsciously looked up, only to feel that the sky was incredibly dark.

He didn’t know how long he had walked when he finally reached home. He rang the doorbell, but his wife didn’t come to open the door. Fortunately, he had his keys, opened the door, and entered the house. In the kitchen, amid the bubbling sound of soup cooking, a faint scent of food lingered, but his wife was nowhere to be seen.

"I’m back," he said, placing his daughter’s photo on the hall cabinet casually, and after changing his shoes, walked into the living room—then felt as if struck by a heavy hammer.

There, his wife, who had lost several pounds after their daughter’s incident, now lay in a pool of blood in the living room, her head nearly completely severed.

"Ah!" Jing Shangwei tried to shout his wife’s name but couldn’t speak; he stumbled and knelt by the body, and with a splash, blood sprayed beneath his knees.

Tears streamed down his face as he knelt dumbly beside his wife’s body, in utter despair.

Having just lost his daughter, and now his wife in such a brutal manner, his heart was nearly shattered.

He thought of suicide to reunite with his wife and daughter.

He grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table, intending to thrust it into his chest, but just as the tip touched his clothing, he suddenly stopped.

"No! I can’t die; why should the good die while despicable cowards live?"

Resentment filled Jing Shangwei’s eyes as his gaze slowly shifted to the fruit knife in his hand.

Now having nothing left to lose and nothing to consider, and since this absurd law couldn’t give him justice, he would take it himself.

The evil Jinwei Teng, Jinwei Yu who shielded his son, the accomplices in the Sex Crimes Unit and Homicide Unit, and the murderer who killed his wife—they all deserved death more than him!

"They all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

He put down the knife, went upstairs to take a shower, changed his clothes, and went into the kitchen to bring his wife’s cooked dishes back to the dining table, eating mouthfuls of rice occasionally dropping tears into the bowl in front of him.

After eating and drinking his fill, Jing Shangwei took an umbrella and a short blade and walked out, pausing by the hall cabinet to pull the family photo out of the frame and tuck it into his chest before pulling open the door, walking into the darkness amidst the wind and rain streaming into the house, growing distant.

He had once served in the Self-Defense Forces and had maintained the habit of exercising over the years, feeling somewhat confident in his physical condition, but he wasn’t sure how many people he would be able to kill before the police caught him.

So, his first target was the monstrous Jinwei Teng who had assaulted and killed his daughter—if he could kill him before being captured, Jing Shangwei would be willing.

As Teng’s former teacher, he had once tried to correct these degenerate youths and thus knew them well, aware that Teng loved to hang out at a bar and might not have gone home at this hour.

Just as Jing Shangwei expected, Teng was indeed having a blast with friends at the usual bar.

Despite being only 18, Teng, who had been well-nourished from a young age and was far taller than his peers, often bullied others thanks to his family’s status and his size, developing a habit of abusing and belittling others, feeling superior.

Currently, he was pressing a hostess girl onto a table amidst the cheers of his friends, ignoring her pleas and struggles, constantly grabbing bottle after bottle of alcohol and laughing loudly as he poured it into her mouth, "Drink! Drink! Drink!"

"Whimpering... No..." The woman couldn’t utter a complete sentence, the alcohol already soaking her hair and collar; suddenly she gagged and involuntarily spat out the alcohol onto Teng’s face.

The crowd that had been cheering fell silent in an instant, and the room turned terrifyingly quiet.

The woman being pressed on the table became frightened and stuttered...

But she couldn’t finish her words before a bottle had already struck her head, immediately cutting open her forehead.

Blood mixed with the alcohol streamed down her face.

"Idiot! Bitch, I kindly offer you a drink and you don’t drink it, spitting it on my face?" Teng yelled hysterically, his eyes red as he grabbed more bottles and continued smashing them onto the woman’s head.

"Mr. Jinwei, stop it, stop it, you’ll kill her if you keep on, please stop!"

"Yes, Mr. Jinwei, please stop!"

Others hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the woman’s face was beyond recognition, they quickly stepped in to stop Teng.

"So what if she’s dead? Can the police even catch me?" Teng shook off people’s hands, and as if to prove his point, he grabbed a hefty bottle of foreign liquor to smash on the woman’s head.

Everyone was horrified, not daring to watch him actually smash it, and quickly clung to him, forcibly trying to snatch the bottle, "Mr. Jinwei, please calm down!"

"Ah! Idiot!" Teng struggled to shake off everyone’s hands, smashing the bottle he held heavily onto the floor, cursing, "You’re all a bunch of cowardly fools, boring, go on and play by yourselves."

After finishing his statement, he picked up a wallet from nearby, counted out a stack of cash, and threw it on the face of the woman he had knocked unconscious, then staggered toward the exit.

No one followed his steps because they were afraid he might do something else that would involve them.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

The private room was in chaos.

Jinwei Teng walked out of the bar, frowned after noticing it had rained, kicked a nearby security guard and threw his keys at him, "Go, bring my car around."

"Hi!" The security guard recognized this regular patron and, despite being kicked, dared not retort. He took the keys and ran through the heavy rain to the parking lot to find the car.

"Jinwei Teng!"

Standing at the doorway, Jinwei Teng suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned toward the voice and saw a silhouette holding an umbrella, walking toward him through the rain; he squinted his eyes trying to get a clearer view.

Finally, he could see the face of the person approaching, burped from drinking, and laughed, "Ah, isn’t that Teacher Jing Shang? What’s this? Even someone proper like you comes to places like this to hang out? Oh right, I heard you got arrested by the police, tsk tsk, were you just released?"

"You killed Zhenzi." Jing Shangwei approached Jinwei Teng, his expression deadpan as he made his statement.

Jinwei Teng laughed, "So what? I’m fine, aren’t I? I must say, Zhenzi’s body was really tender, still a virgin at eighteen in Japan... ugh!"

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and he slowly looked down to see a short blade plunged into his chest, leaving only the handle sticking out, held by Jing Shangwei in front of him.

"You should go down and apologize to her." Jing Shangwei stated coldly, then pulled out the knife.

Pshht!

The moment the blade was withdrawn, a stream of blood splattered on the ground, mixing with the rain.

"Uh...you...you!" Jinwei Teng looked at Jing Shangwei in terror, clutching his chest as he tried to run back into the bar.

Jing Shangwei dropped the umbrella and grabbed Jinwei Teng by the collar, dragging him into a nearby alley.

By the time the security guard returned with the car, he found Jinwei Teng missing, muttered a curse, and drove the car back to the parking lot.

In the alley, Jinwei Teng, his mouth covered, looked at Jing Shangwei with a face full of fear and pleading, shaking his head, making muffled whimpering noises.

He didn’t want to die. He really didn’t want to die.

"Zhenzi begged you just like that, didn’t she?" Jing Shangwei whispered, then repeatedly stabbed Jinwei Teng with the knife, his blood quickly staining his white shirt a pale red.

Despair and unwillingness filled Jinwei Teng’s eyes.

He struggled to call for help but couldn’t make a sound.

Jing Shangwei didn’t even know how many times he had stabbed him, until Jinwei Teng in front of him turned into a bloody figure. He then dropped his body, cleaned the knife, and tucked it away before walking out of the alley.

He casually picked up the dropped umbrella in front of the bar’s security guard and disappeared into the wind and rain.

The security guard watched his departing figure, frowned, and walked toward the alley, letting out a cry of alarm when he saw the bloody corpse, "Murder!"

............

Twenty minutes later, police cars with flashing lights parked by the bar’s nearby alley.

A police tape had been put up at the entrance of the alley.

Due to the rain and it being night, there weren’t many onlookers, only police working at the scene.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s car arrived late, and Yoshikai Youzai quickly approached to hold an umbrella for him while accompanying him toward the alley and briefing him, "The dead guy is a bit of a problem, Prosecutor Jinwei Yu’s only son, Jinwei Teng, nearly turned into a sieve."

"Jinwei Teng?" Aoyama Xiu Xin raised his eyebrows upon hearing the name, then chuckled, suddenly feeling no urgency to solve the case, "Heaven’s punishment for a beast!"

Yoshikai Youzai looked at him baffled and continued, "The body and the call to the police were from a bar security guard, but he said the rain was too heavy and it was too dark to see the murderer’s face clearly, only knew it was a man."

"Chief, Hirakawa District police just sent a message saying a murder was discovered in their area, likely by the guy imitating Kitano Jinghua," a police officer reported to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"So soon, another crime." Aoyama Xiu Xin furrowed his brows and casually instructed, "Immediately call Asai Police Chief, tell her not to rush here, go directly to Hirakawa District and see what’s happening."

"Hi!" The officer saluted and left.

Aoyama Xiu Xin crossed the police line and saw Jinwei Teng’s body, his face pale as paper, his white shirt soaked red with blood, "Tsk tsk, what a tragic death!"

"Sorry, sir, you can’t go in."

"Get out of the way! That’s my son!"

Suddenly, an argument erupted behind him, Aoyama Xiu Xin turned to look, only to see a middle-aged man in a suit furiously confronting the patrol officers.

Ah, a scoundrel dies, another scoundrel arrives.

Aoyama Xiu Xin thought gleefully, then shouted, "Idiot! Let Prosecutor Jinwei come through."

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