Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 397 - 353: Has Some Skills, But Not Much Hair on the Brush

Chapter 397: Chapter 353: Has Some Skills, But Not Much Hair on the Brush

Facing the young gunman who charged at him,

Jin Yucheng took a step back while slightly sidestepping to dodge the incoming punch, then swiftly grabbed the wrist of the punching hand, using the momentum to reposition his body and delivered a quick, powerful kick.

The kick landed squarely on the young man’s abdomen.

"Ah!"

The young gunman screamed in agony, sent flying and sprawling on the ground, unable to get up before Jin Yucheng quickly stepped forward and pressed a foot onto his back, pinning him down.

"Tch, you’ve got some skills, but not much hair on the brush," Jin Yucheng condescendingly remarked before bending down to methodically break the gunman’s legs and arms.

"Ah ah ah!"

Throughout this repeated process four times, the young gunman was in excruciating pain, nearly passing out several times.

Only after completely neutralizing the opponent did Jin Yucheng drag him out of the alley like a dead dog to a public phone booth, ignoring the glances of passersby, and calmly made a call to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Boss, this is Yu Cheng. I’ve captured the gunman who attacked you, but it got a bit noisy; hope that’s alright," Jin Yucheng said calmly.

"Was there really a shootout in Hirakawa District just now? That was you?" Aoyama Xiu Xin hadn’t even realized his shadow protector had disappeared. Already back at Police Headquarters, he didn’t wait for a reply before adding, "Bring him to the front of Police Headquarters; someone will be there to meet you. Don’t worry about the rest."

Jin Yucheng was always reliable—perhaps not often needed, but invaluable in a clutch.

"Mm," Jin Yucheng replied unflusteredly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin then added, "Raise your salary."

"Hey! Thanks, boss!" An unusually radiant smile broke across the usually impassive face of Jin Yucheng.

After all, nothing beats a raise.

Half an hour later, Aoyama Xiu Xin confronted the corpse-like young gunman in the interrogation room of Police Headquarters.

Even with broken limbs and lying on the floor, the gunman still glared at Aoyama Xiu Xin with eyes full of hatred and venom.

"It seems you’re not just a simple gunman but have a deep-seated grudge against me," Aoyama Xiu Xin said lightly.

Breath heavy, the young gunman gritted his teeth and responded, "Yes, you’re right. My name is Suzuki Ichiro, my sister is Suzuki Yuki! Aoyama Xiu Xin, you damn bastard, give me my sister’s life back!"

"Suzuki Yuki?" Although it had been just over ten days, Aoyama Xiu Xin, busy as ever, had forgotten about the person. It took him a while to remember, "Oh, that woman."

He then frowned unhappily. Suzuki Yuki had a brother—a critical piece of information that Nakamura Shinichi had missed, nearly costing him his life today from a bullet to the head. He definitely needed to punish that guy.

"You bastard! I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost!" Suzuki Ichiro hadn’t expected Aoyama Xiu Xin to have forgotten his tragically deceased sister. Watching his indifferent attitude, as if he had carelessly stepped on an ant, Suzuki Ichiro’s heart filled with even more anger and unwillingness.

He only regretted that his shot today hadn’t blown the opponent’s head off, which would have prevented him from standing here so arrogantly.

"You’re right, I am a bastard," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded in agreement with his assessment, then, with eyes as piercing as torches, stared intently at the young man and said, "Can you tell me how you knew your sister’s death was related to me? As far as I know, your sister’s suicide note was burned, so who told you?"

After learning of his identity, his heart suddenly felt less angry and became utterly calm.

Suzuki Ichiro clenched his teeth and remained silent.

"Mr. Suzuki, you know, I don’t hate you for wanting to kill me. After all, if I could kill your sister, you naturally have the right to kill me. It’s only fair," Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled over a chair and sat down, speaking as if he was discussing matters that didn’t concern him, light and breezy. "I even admire you and agree with your approach. However, unfortunate as it may be, we stand on different grounds, so don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"What else do you want to do!" Suzuki Ichiro felt a strong sense of unease upon hearing this because he felt like he was dealing with a madman with unfathomable thoughts.

He could feel that the opponent’s words were sincere, and that terrified him the most.

The terror of a madman lies in that normal people can completely not predict what action he might take.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled slightly, his tone as gentle as if he was chatting with an old friend, "Life is already hard for Miss Suzuki. Mr. Suzuki, you wouldn’t want your sister to be unable to rest in peace after her death, having her grave dug up, right?"

"Ah! Idiot! Aoyama Xiu Xin, you shameless bastard!" Suzuki Ichiro hadn’t expected his opponent to threaten him like this and burst into a torrent of curses.

Aoyama Xiu Xin remained unfazed. "I always use any means necessary against my enemies. This way, everyone wants to be my friend and not my enemy. Besides, I’m Japanese, and isn’t it normal for Japanese to be wicked?"

Ever since he had adopted a Japanese persona, he had even become bold enough to spit on the street.

"You bastard! You damned beast!" Suzuki Ichiro screamed hysterically, cursing until he was tired, then glared fiercely at Aoyama Xiu Xin, gasping for breath.

"Have you finished cursing? So, will you talk now?" Aoyama Xiu Xin waited until he had finished cursing before he spoke.

"Don’t touch my sister’s grave," Suzuki Ichiro closed his eyes and almost pleaded, then he spat out a name, "Sankai Seichiro."

"Him?" Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned, then his eyes filled with murderous intent. That old fool, he had treated him with kindness and justice, yet Sankai Seichiro wanted him dead!

That was incredibly wicked! How could he be so wicked!

Suzuki Ichiro spoke slowly, "I’ve been abroad for many years. I just came back a few days ago, planning to meet my sister, but I learned from her friend that she had died. I heard from that she had been constantly involved with Dongye Yuusei before her death. I originally planned to kidnap him, but that bastard disappeared, and after squatting near his house for three days, I didn’t see anyone!"

"On the fourth day, I couldn’t wait any longer, just about to leave, when I happened to run into Sankai Seichiro looking for Dongye Yuusei. Watching him being respectfully treated by the servants as he entered the mansion, I thought he was Dongye Yuusei’s father. I followed him when he left the villa, and on a deserted road, I took him hostage."

"After I had him under control, I demanded to know Dongye Yuusei’s whereabouts and mentioned my sister’s death, but I didn’t expect Sankai Seichiro to tell me that everything was your doing to seize control of the Dongye family’s fortune, saying that you used my sister and then killed her to silence her!"

"Hmm, he’s right," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, acknowledging Sankai Seichiro’s accusation against him.

Suzuki Ichiro felt a surge of anger again.

"But he was wrong about one thing," Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up, looking down at Suzuki Ichiro from above. "Your sister died because she was too greedy. All she had to do was take her due reward and leave Japan. But she tried to extort more money using this incident. How could I let her stay?"

Otherwise, he really wouldn’t have had to kill another person.

"Ah!" Suzuki Ichiro roared in grief and anger.

Aoyama Xiu Xin then switched topics, "But I’m curious, how did you know I would be at the scene?"

"It was Sankai Seichiro who told me. He’s the one who dug up those corpses," Suzuki Ichiro didn’t hesitate to sell Sankai Seichiro out completely.

After all, his initial reluctance wasn’t to protect Sankai Seichiro, but rather not to let Aoyama Xiu Xin get what he wanted. However, when Aoyama Xiu Xin threatened him with desecrating graves and whipping corpses, he had no choice but to speak.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes narrowed slightly. Idiot, could it be that Sankai Seichiro had something to do with the deaths of those girls?

"Mr. Suzuki, about your sister’s death, I am very sorry." He bowed deeply and straightened up to say, "The only thing I can do now is to send you down to reunite with your sister as soon as possible. I hope this can make up for the harm I’ve caused you and your sister."

He was acting more and more like a cunning devil.

As his voice fell, he turned and left, ordering his men to send Suzuki Ichiro for treatment, while also immediately directing the arrest of Sankai Seichiro and summoning Nakamura Shinichi.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Nakamura Shinichi knocked on the office door of the division chief.

"Come in."

Nakamura Shinichi pushed the door and entered, only to see Aoyama Xiu Xin, clad in a white shirt, standing facing away from him in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"Chief, you called for me."

Aoyama Xiu Xin slowly turned around and walked up to Nakamura Shinichi. Though he didn’t speak, an invisible pressure already enveloped Nakamura Shinichi, causing his heart to sink and his muscles to tense, suffocating him.

"Mr. Nakamura, I just had a horrifying assassination attempt. I believe you’re aware of it."

Finally, Aoyama Xiu Xin slowly spoke.

"Hi! Please rest assured, Chief. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will definitely catch that audacious murderer!" Nakamura Shinichi thought the discontent was due to this incident and firmly stated.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, "No need for that hassle. I’ve already caught the murderer."

"Ah?" Nakamura Shinichi was surprised, for he had heard that the murderer had escaped during the chaos, but quickly catching on, he slapped his own thigh, "Chief is truly Japan’s No.1 Detective of the Heisei era."

"Do you know the identity of the murderer?" Aoyama Xiu Xin’s face and tone remained unchanging.

Nakamura Shinichi felt uneasy and shook his head.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s gaze suddenly turned cold, stating clearly, "Suzuki Yuki’s elder brother, Suzuki Ichiro."

Nakamura Shinichi suddenly raised his head.

"Slap!"

The next second, a slap landed heavily on his face, ringing his head and causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth, promptly bowing his head, "I deserve death!"

"Slap!" Aoyama Xiu Xin slapped his other cheek, "Indeed, you do."

"Hi!"

"Slap!"

Knowing he had made a grave mistake, Nakamura Shinichi was filled with dread and didn’t dare beg for mercy. He just stood taking the slaps, responding with "hi" regardless of what Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, he knelt down prostrating himself sincerely begging, "Please, give me another opportunity."

"Mr. Nakamura, I hope you remember this pain," Aoyama Xiu Xin said calmly.

Nakamura Shinichi knocked his head on the ground, "Hi!"

"Get up," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, merely punishing him for his negligence without intending to dismiss him.

After all, everyone inevitably makes errors; a small reprimand is usually enough, and Nakamura Shinichi was still very loyal.

"Thank you, Chief!" Nakamura Shinichi’s heart finally eased, quickly getting up and standing respectfully.

It wasn’t the slaps he feared, but that Aoyama Xiu Xin would no longer trust or value him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his hands and turned back to his office chair, saying without looking back, "Suzuki Ichiro found me, and Sankai Seichiro is not uninvolved. The five female corpses dug up this morning were also organized by Sankai Seichiro. I’ve already sent people to arrest him, and you are responsible for interrogating him and breaking his silence."

"Hi! Rest assured, Chief! I will not let you down again!" Nakamura Shinichi solemnly promised.

Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand indifferently.

Nakamura Shinichi bowed and then left the room, not daring to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth until he had closed the office door behind him, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

This was not directed at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Instead, it was against the incompetence of his subordinates and their failure to inform him of such crucial news.

With rage in his heart, it naturally needed an outlet.

Sankai Seichiro would be a perfect vent.