Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 164 - 160: Gender Equality, Aoyama Xiu Xin the Ruthless Flower Crusher

Chapter 164: Chapter 160: Gender Equality, Aoyama Xiu Xin the Ruthless Flower Crusher

"What... what do you want to do!"

Hashimoto Miho showed a hint of fear in her eyes.

Her breathing grew more urgent.

Kneeling on the ground, her knees subconsciously shifted backward.

Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t answer her question. With a smile, he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers hang loosely at his hips, and then raised the belt and lashed down.

"Smack!"

The wind from the belt’s movement whistled as it struck through the thin nightgown, a red mark appearing on Hashimoto Miho’s back, originally white as jade. This was even with Aoyama Xiu Xin intentionally pulling his strike; otherwise, one lash would have left her flesh a bloody mess.

"Ah!"

Hashimoto Miho screamed, her delicate features twisting in pain as she instinctively tried to stand up and flee.

Even the eight bodyguards turned away from the scene shuddered, thinking how cruel it was to destroy a flower so brutally.

"If you dare stand up, I will strike with more force."

Aoyama Xiu Xin said casually.

Hashimoto Miho’s body stiffened, and she kneeled again, suppressing the humiliation. Although her heart was filled with anger and resentment, tears rolled down uncontrollably.

"Idiot! What kind of skill is it to bully a woman!"

At that moment, she desperately wanted to tear Aoyama Xiu Xin to shreds.

"Smack!" Aoyama Xiu Xin struck with his belt again, this time hitting her ample buttocks.

"Ah!" Hashimoto Miho trembled with pain, her body jolting forward, her hands subconsciously supporting her as she went from kneeling to lying prone, feeling shame, anger, and fear all at once.

Aoyama Xiu Xin tapped the rounded shape beneath her skirt’s hem lightly with his belt. Each time the belt landed, Hashimoto Miho trembled, and he spoke in a nonchalant tone, "In my eyes, men and women are equal; there is no difference between the two, only friends and enemies."

He viewed himself as someone with utmost respect for women, unwilling to absolve someone just because of their gender.

"We can be friends, we can be friends," Hashimoto Miho wailed with a sobbing voice.

At 32 years old, a noblewoman, a judge, she now lay prostrate on the ground outdoors, being beaten by a man several years her junior, feeling extreme injustice.

Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, sliding the belt down along the curves of her back, looking at Hashimoto Miho trembling and commented, "You think you’re worthy?"

Such a woman, if he didn’t crush her pride and defenses making her extremely afraid of him, she would always remember the shame of this day and think of revenge.

If it weren’t for her status as a judge, and having a good husband, Aoyama Xiu Xin would have had her thrown into the sea long ago to contribute to the country’s land reclamation project.

"Aoyama Xiu Xin... you... You’re going too far!" Hashimoto Miho’s cheeks turned red with humiliation and rage. Raising her head, she could even see the eight bodyguards by the roadside, wondering how she, a judge, could endure such humiliation.

"Smack!"

The next moment, the belt tore through the air again.

"Ah!" Hashimoto Miho wept like rain, nearly collapsing under the power of the belt.

"Smack!"

"Please... stop hitting me," Hashimoto Miho said in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s, crawling forward a few steps on all fours, attempting to escape, suddenly pinned down by a foot, prostrate, her mind collapsing, "Just kill me! Kill me!"

"Killing is against the law, you know! You’re a judge, aren’t you clear on that?" Aoyama Xiu Xin let go of her and walked to her front, grabbing her hair and facing her tearful visage towards him, smiling, "As a judge, you incite me to kill; you should be punished, seriously punished!"

Hashimoto Miho’s gaze was filled with more fear than resentment, her body trembling, shaking her head repeatedly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin released her and twisted his neck.

"Smack!"

"Ah! I was wrong, please stop!"

"Smack!"

Hashimoto Miho kept begging for mercy, curling up and rolling on the ground, her cries making even the eight bodyguards feel pity, but Aoyama Xiu Xin was unmoved, expressionlessly continuing to whip his belt.

Her nightgown was already torn, her tender body marked with blood, only her limbs and face remained intact.

"Police Chief Aoyama, stop, please stop!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin finally paused, squatting in front of Hashimoto Miho, using the belt to lift her fair chin, fear filled her eyes, and her teeth chattered.

"Do you remember the fear from today? From now on, do whatever I tell you, got it?"

Hashimoto Miho nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.

"Yes... yes."

"Good girl." Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled and patted her head, stood up, buckled his belt, and walked towards the car.

A bodyguard immediately came forward and bowed to open the car door.

Aoyama Xiu Xin got in, gesturing with a wave of his hand.

Hashimoto Miho was just about to get up to enter the car but then seemed to recall something; fear flashing in her eyes, she bit her red lips and crawled slowly to the side of the car.

The eight bodyguards were dumbfounded.

A judge reduced to this by Mr. Aoyama.

This was no longer a matter of courage.

"Get in the car," Aoyama Xiu Xin said flatly.

After crawling over, Hashimoto Miho, still kneeling by the car door, finally dared to suppress her pain and get into the car.

The bodyguard pursed his lips and closed the door; the eight exchanged glances, each able to see the shock and fear in the eyes of their comrades.

"Find a drugstore," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

"Yes, sir!" The driver immediately started the vehicle.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at Hashimoto Miho, who was shuddering and curling up against the car door, and said with a smirk, "I heard... you’re frigid?"

"That... that’s with others, but not with you," Hashimoto Miho, with tear-stained cheeks, forced out a flattering smile, and then proactively flung herself forward to help him undo his belt. Upon touching the bloodstain on the belt, her body trembled again, and she slowly buried her head in his chest.

Aoyama Xiu Xin closed his eyes in contentment, gently stroking her head and playing with her hair.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped. The driver, not daring to look back, said, "Sir, we’ve arrived at the drugstore, but it’s not open."

"Buy some topical, disinfectant, something that will help the wound heal quickly," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed.

"Right away!"

The driver got out of the car and ran towards the closed drugstore, banging on the door, yelling, "Open up! Open the door!"

"Idiot, what time is it? It’s not even business hours yet!" A disheveled middle-aged man shouted from an open second-floor window, cursing loudly.

The driver looked up and flashed a wad of cash.

"Hang on, sir! Please wait!" Instantly waking from his drowsiness, the middle-aged man rushed downstairs to open the door.

Soon after, the driver returned to the car with a bunch of topical medications, "Sir, I’ve bought the medicine."

By this time, Aoyama Xiu Xin had finished, and he let Hashimoto Miho help him fasten his belt. Taking the medicine from the driver, he instructed, "Take her home. You remember the place, right?"

"Yes, sir," the driver responded.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took out antiseptic and ointment, gently treating the wounds on Hashimoto Miho’s body.

Initially, Hashimoto Miho tensed up nervously, but she soon began to relax. Even a twisted sense of gratitude toward Aoyama Xiu Xin began to form in her heart.

But of course, fear was the predominant emotion.

After arriving at her destination, Hashimoto Miho got out of the car, bowed at the doorway until she could no longer see the taillights, then suddenly turned and rushed to open the door and enter the house, slamming it shut before collapsing to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Feeling the pain on her body reminded her of the fear, the anger, and the humiliation she felt, but above all, a sense of helplessness prevailed—the circumstances were simply too overpowering.

She vowed through gritted teeth to endure the humiliation, to gain Aoyama Xiu Xin’s trust, figure out a way to take back the incriminating evidence, and then seek her revenge.

...

As a seasoned player in the field of romance, Aoyama Xiu Xin had naturally noticed Hashimoto Miho’s reaction while he was applying the medicine.

But he intentionally ignored it.

He wanted her to yearn for something she couldn’t have, to keep her agonized by the feeling.

Hashimoto Miho wasn’t frigid; her tastes were just a bit unusual compared to most people. She was indifferent to men who actively sought her favor... to put it bluntly, she was needy.

And Aoyama Xiu Xin enjoyed dealing with such people.

He of course knew that once Hashimoto Miho returned to her safe and familiar environment, the fear of him would slightly recede, giving way to anger and resentment in her heart.

But with a few more incidents like that night,

Her fear of him would become ingrained to her very bones.

She might even begin to depend on him.

And then, this wife of a Vice Chief Justice of the Supreme Court would truly become obedient to him.

With the police, the prosecutors’ office, and the courts, each branch had trustworthy people of his own – as long as there was no significant backing, whoever he said was guilty, would be guilty.

By the time Aoyama Xiu Xin got home it was almost six o’clock, he slept lightly for two hours before getting up to go to Police Headquarters for work.

Upon entering the office building, he was still yawning.

Others saw nothing unusual in this; after all, with a major incident like prisoners escaping and killing two officers, all policemen across the country were working overtime. Aoyama Xiu Xin, as Heisei’s No.1 Detective, was undoubtedly exhausted from trying to solve the case, and it was normal for him to have slept poorly.

In the morning, Police Headquarters held a meeting.

There, Aoyama Xiu Xin learned that the other ten escapees who had fled yesterday morning had already been captured by police forces from various regions.

Only Yoshida Tomo and four others were still at large.

Everyone knew that locating these five key escapees was of the utmost importance, but that didn’t stop Police Headquarters from boasting about recapturing ten escapees in just one day to promote the prowess of the police force.

Thus, after the internal meeting, Renping Kuniaki and other top officials had to attend a press conference while Aoyama Xiu Xin and his fellow officers continued the search for the fugitives.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, the six underlings who had come to aid Yoshida Tomo in his escape had taken control of a family, the owners of the jewelry store they aimed to rob.

The store owner, clutching his wife and child, watched the uninvited guests who were wantonly seated at the dining table, eating their breakfast with fear in his eyes, not daring to breathe too loudly.

The six men all wore bandit masks, concealing their faces.

Only their mouths, eyes, and noses were visible.

"Belch~" Once they had eaten their fill, the leader let out a satisfied belch, then turned to the storeowner’s wife and said, "Thanks for the hospitality; madam, your cooking is not bad."

"What... who are you people? What on earth do you want? Is it money? I’ll give you all the money in the house," the store owner stuttered.

"Do we look like beggars to you?" The man who belched glared at him, declaring, "A man doesn’t live off charity! With our own hands and feet, why should we want your money? We only want money we’ve earned ourselves!"

"Then... what... then what exactly do you want!" the store owner wailed with a despairing face.

Hearing they didn’t want money made him even more frightened.

Not wanting money could mean they were after lives.

With his mouth wiped clean, the man stated, "I’ll leave two brothers here to watch your wife and kid, and you’re going to take us to your jewelry store to carry out gold and jewelry. Once the job is done, I assure you, your wife and child will be unharmed."

Leaving a complete corpse counted as unharmed, right?

"Alright! Alright! I agree with you, just please don’t harm my wife and child, take as much as you want," the jewelry store owner nodded repeatedly.

Approaching fifty, and with a 22-year-old wife who had just born him a son, he held them dearer than anything else.

"Ha ha, then let’s be on our way, boss."

The six of them laughed heartily from the depths of their being.