Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 267 - 255: The Sparrow Comes Behind, The Wicked Capitalist (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 267: Chapter 255: The Sparrow Comes Behind, The Wicked Capitalist (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Monday, the weather was clear and cloudless.

It was a bit chilly past seven in the morning, and Tokyo International Airport was bustling with vehicles. Fujimoto Takuya and his four-men crew were driving around the parking lot, circling and looking for San Dao Yifu’s Maybach.

What they didn’t know was that the surrounding cars were all filled with police.

"Deputy Director, let me be in charge of the detonation," said Nozaki Cangjian, sitting in the passenger seat.

The other three subconsciously turned to look at him.

Nozaki Cangjian took a deep breath, "I haven’t been involved in the previous two times. I want to personally kill this last bastard, to memorialize our deceased brothers and our lost futures. Please, you must agree!"

The remote for the bomb needed to be deceitfully obtained.

Otherwise, they couldn’t carry out the arrest.

"Alright, you do it since it’s just a matter of pressing a button," Fujimoto Takuya nodded and handed a rudimentary remote control to Nozaki Cangjian.

Nozaki Cangjian gripped it tightly and put it in his pocket.

"Look! There’s San Dao Yifu’s car!"

Koizumi Hisahide suddenly exclaimed.

The other three looked out the car window, and indeed, they could see San Dao Yifu’s Maybach parked there. Through the windshield, they could also see the driver sitting inside.

"Park the car properly and follow the plan," Fujimoto Takuya slowly exhaled and said.

"Hi!" The other three responded in unison.

After parking the car, Koizumi Hisahide and Saiji Taisen each got out and walked towards the Maybach.

"Cang Jian?" Seeing that Nozaki Cangjian hadn’t moved yet, Fujimoto Takuya called out to him, "Go."

But at that moment, Nozaki Cangjian suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Fujimoto Takuya, who was keeping watch from the driver’s seat.

The expression on Fujimoto Takuya’s face went from shock to realization, mixed with heartache and disbelief, all rushing to his heart in a brief moment.

"I’m sorry, Deputy Director, I am a cop."

Nozaki Cangjian said painfully. According to the pre-arranged plan, he raised three fingers out of the window as a signal for the police to proceed with the arrest.

"Move!" Chi Ben Xinzhang ordered.

Suddenly, with the sound of car doors opening, about a dozen undercover officers rushed out from the various vehicles, guns drawn and surrounded Koizumi Hisahide and Saiji Taisen.

"Don’t move! Police! Get down on the ground!"

Seeing the suddenly emerging police, Koizumi Hisahide and Saiji Taisen froze, then they both realized something and slowly turned to look back. They then set down the bomb in their hands, and gradually lay down on the ground.

Having been cops themselves, they knew there was no room for resistance in this situation and could only surrender obediently.

Seeing the two men down, the other four men who were walking towards them quickly turned and retraced their steps, their faces pale, terrified, and their fingers trembling.

Once they saw the two men on the ground, the circling officers cautiously moved forward, kicked the bag containing the bomb away, and quickly subdued the two.

Moments later, both were handcuffed.

Nozaki Cangjian also led Fujimoto Takuya, who was now handcuffed, out of the car, and as they walked forward, Fujimoto Takuya said indifferently, "I had my suspicions about you at the beginning, but I still chose to trust you. I never imagined you would betray us for a promotion and wealth."

"I did it to save you!" Nozaki Cangjian raised his voice, his tone sincere. "Police Chief Aoyama has been monitoring you for a long time. I couldn’t let you die. If you confess honestly, Police Chief Aoyama has promised to plead with the judge on your behalf."

"So we should thank you, huh?" Fujimoto Takuya chuckled lightly and then fell silent.

Koizumi Hisahide’s face contorted with rage as he glowered at Nozaki Cangjian, "Idiot! I really didn’t expect you would betray us!"

"He’s been a cop all along, just on a different side," Saiji Taisen said coldly, his gaze towards Nozaki Cangjian unflinching, "Officer Nobita, you’re quite the actor. From now on, you take your high road, and we’ll take our solitary path. I hope the steps built by a brother’s sacrifice provide you a steady climb."

Nozaki Cangjian opened his mouth to speak but paused, ultimately just sighing and painfully closing his eyes.

He had no acting skills to speak of; his interactions with the three had been genuinely heartfelt, which is precisely why he had managed to gain their trust so successfully.

"Go!"

The three were pushed into a police car and taken away. The entire arrest was conducted smoothly and lasted no more than three minutes.

And it did not cause any significant disturbances.

"Abe, what do we do now?"

Watching the police car drive away, the four men who had been hiding behind pillars finally dared to show themselves, all breathing a sigh of relief.

"Keep going!" the middle-aged man known as Abe, probably in his forties with weathered skin and calloused hands, analyzed as he moistened his cracked lips, "Those three, they seemed to be after that bastard San Dao Yifu too. If we act now, San Dao Yifu will be even less guarded."

"Or... or maybe we should just drop it. If we get caught, it would be disastrous," said another middle-aged man, also weathered, hesitantly.

The courage he had barely mustered dissipated after witnessing the police’s arrest scene.

"Drop it?" Another man in his twenties with a buzz cut glared furiously, "That bastard has withheld our seven months’ salary while he’s lounging abroad. Can you swallow that bitterness? Even if you can, what will your family use to buy rice? We’re just taking back our own money in our own way!"

"True, because he didn’t pay us, I was forced to take out a high-interest loan. If he doesn’t pay up, I won’t even be able to cover the interest next month!" a slightly overweight middle-aged man with a rough face added vehemently.

Seeing the other three determined to proceed, the timid middle-aged man had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

.........

Three thugs had killed his mistress by mistake six years ago, he had already forgiven them back then, yet instead of showing gratitude, they even contemplated taking revenge on him.

So, don’t blame him for wanting to put them to death!

After hanging up the driver’s phone call, he dialed his secretary, "Has everyone arrived for the meeting?"

"Hi! They’re already waiting in the conference room for you."

"I’ll be there in half an hour. Prepare a breakfast for me," San Dao Yifu glanced at his watch, then asked another question, "Are the workers still causing trouble?"

"The workers went on strike this morning, and now the machines have stopped," the secretary answered cautiously.

"What?" San Dao Yifu exploded in fury, "Idiot! How dare that bunch of rascals strike arbitrarily! Do they know how much I lose when the machines stop for one day? A year of their wages wouldn’t even cover it! Tell the legal department to figure out a way to charge today’s losses to those mud-legged fools. It will just offset the wages the company owes them!"

For a large factory, once the machines start, they must not stop, someone even covers during meal times, and stopping operations for one day leads to a huge loss.

"Hi!" the secretary replied respectfully.

San Dao Yifu hung up the phone, still cursing under his breath. Those bastards, the economy is getting worse, he provided them with jobs, yet they don’t appreciate it. Just because he owed them seven months of wages, they dared to go on strike. Absurd!

Mud-legged fools are just that, unable to share hardships with the company, unable to understand the difficulty of their boss, unable to overcome difficulties with the company, always thinking about their little wages. How much money could that be?

"Still want wages? Haha, just you wait!"

San Dao Yifu sneered coldly, if it had only been a month or two, he wouldn’t mind settling.

But owing seven full months was a significant sum of money, which he obviously was reluctant to pay.

He would rather spend part of the money to bribe relevant department officials and hire gangsters to deal with the striking workers, but he would never pay the workers!

Even if it was gleaming silver given to mud-legged workers.

What a sin!

Stepping out of the airport, San Dao Yifu immediately saw his Maybach, which he had bought less than a year ago.

He curled his lips and walked towards it.

The driver bowed, came forward to take his luggage to place in the trunk, and bent down to open the rear car door.

San Dao Yifu got into the car and settled himself.

The moment the driver got into the driver’s seat and was about to start the car, both the co-driver’s and the rear doors were suddenly pulled open by force, and four big men forcefully squeezed in.

"What are you..." the driver exclaimed in horror.

Before he could finish his sentence, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat had already pulled out a knife and pressed it against his neck, looking somewhat nervous as he said, "Shut up! Start driving!"

"You... Who are you? What do you want to do? Please don’t do anything rash!"

San Dao Yifu in the back was squeezed by three men, making it hard to breathe, especially with a sharp dagger held against his neck. He panicked, truly frightened that a jolt might slit his throat.

"Where... where to drive?"

The driver stammered.

"Drive forward, I’ll give you directions," the middle-aged man in the passenger seat said coldly.

The driver started the car frenziedly.

"President San Island, you owe us seven months’ wages," Abe said through clenched teeth.

San Dao Yifu was taken aback, "You are workers from my factory? All this for merely seven months of wages, you kidnapped me with knives?"

He found it utterly absurd that these four mud-legged fools had kidnapped him over such a small amount of money.

Why bother?

And upon hearing this, the four men burned with rage.

"Merely seven months of wages? Then why don’t you pay! Why? Do you know how many coworkers have suffered broken families because you owe them wages!"

The one holding the knife against his neck was a twenty-something young man, fervently questioning him.

"Don’t... don’t get excited, please don’t get excited, I’ll pay, I’ll give you double, I have plenty of money," San Dao Yifu stammered.

Abe said, "We want two hundred million yen."

"Two hundred million? Pardon me, but do you know how much that is?" San Dao Yifu thought these four mud-legged fools were quite greedy. He initially planned to give them a few million yen to dismiss them.

Abe punched him in the face, gritting his teeth and saying, "This is the wage you owe all our coworkers, we aren’t as greedy as you!"

San Dao Yifu felt even more absurd, these four were actually kidnapping him to recover their colleagues’ wages, what on earth is happening in this world?

He had only left the country for a trip.

How could it be that upon his return, Japanese society had changed?

Watching the complex expression on San Dao Yifu’s face, the three men in the back grew even more angry.

They began beating San Dao Yifu.

"Ah! Stop! Stop! I’ll give each of you 10 million yen, how about that? Take the money and do whatever you want, what does it matter to you if others aren’t getting paid?" San Dao Yifu tempted them deceitfully.

Hearing this, Abe threw two more punches into his face and swore, "Fuck off! You think everyone’s blood is as black as yours? Two hundred million and not a yen less! If you’re short, I’ll stab you!"

San Dao Yifu was beaten black and blue, with tears and blood streaming down, his cheeks throbbing, completely unyielding to negotiation, a golden opportunity to make money right before his eyes and he missed it, he truly deserved to be a mud-leg for life.

"Just tell me, can you give the two hundred million or not?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" San Dao Yifu nodded eagerly, but deep inside he seethed with hatred, swearing to make sure the four men suffered strict legal retribution!

If you say he obeys the law, yet he owes wages.

If you say he doesn’t obey the law, yet he would pick up legal measures to defend himself against the workers to protect his rights.

This is the evil of capitalists.