Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 49 - 45: Asai Ayumi’s Helplessness, Former Roommate (Seeking Monthly Votes! Seeking Followers)_2

Chapter 49: Chapter 45: Asai Ayumi’s Helplessness, Former Roommate (Seeking Monthly Votes! Seeking Followers)_2

"Mr. Aoyama, I’m sorry to disturb you, but could you perhaps come over to my place if you’re not too busy right now?"

"What’s the matter?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, his mind wandering to Mrs. Yanahara’s voluptuous figure, which made him somewhat restless.

After all, it had been a whole day since he’d had anyone.

It’s really been quite a while!

Mrs. Yanahara’s voice was soft and weak, and even though it was over the phone, it felt like she was whispering in his ear, tickling and teasing: "It’s hard to explain in just a few words over the phone. Of course, if Mr. Aoyama, you are busy right now, later is okay too."

"Mrs. Yanahara, I’m coming right now." As a cop eager to lend a helping hand, Aoyama Xiu Xin was not good at saying no, so he hung up and went straight to the Yoshinaga family’s home.

Upon arrival, he found the gate open.

He drove straight in.

Hearing the noise, Mrs. Yanahara came out to greet him.

Seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin getting out of his car, she bowed from afar, calling out in a delicate voice, "Mr. Aoyama."

Mrs. Yanahara, because she was going to the company for work soon, was dressed like a professional woman, hair up, wearing a black suit, a white shirt that bulged, and slim-fit trousers tightly wrapped around her perky buttocks and thighs, outlining her graceful curves.

And most crucially, a pair of sleek glasses sat on her nose, adding an extra touch of allure.

"It’s been a few days, Mrs. Yanahara, you’ve become even more beautiful," Aoyama Xiu Xin greeted her, pulling her into his embrace.

He was the type to get familiar quickly and never stood on ceremony with someone else’s wife, especially since he was Mrs. Yanahara’s man.

"Ah!" Yehua Yiren cried out in surprise, shrinking in his arms, her face blushing as she tilted her head back, breathing a fragrant plea, "Mr. Aoyama, please don’t, I called you here for serious matters, please let me go first."

"Talking only requires a single mouth; it won’t be a delay," Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily, closing the door with his foot and picking her up by the waist.

"Ah!" Yehua Yiren reflexively clung to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s neck, continuously kicking in his arms. After her slippers fell off, her delicate little feet wrapped in black stockings were revealed, with red nail polish vaguely visible through the thin stockings, "Mr. Aoyama, you better let me down, how embarrassing, I can walk on my own."

"Mrs. Yanahara, please speak, what’s the matter?" Aoyama Xiu Xin said, holding her as they sat on the couch, burying his head in her chest, greedily inhaling, overwhelmed with happiness.

Yehua Yiren flushed and moaned, tilting her head back to reveal the beautiful curve of her neck, shyly closing her eyes and saying with a trembling voice, "It’s the Sumiyoshi Association... their new chairman came to me saying he wants to continue cooperating, and I... I don’t want to be involved with these jackals anymore, so I wanted to... to ask if Mr. Aoyama could introduce me to a suitable partner."

Lending money out is only profitable if it can be collected.

So, after kicking the Sumiyoshi Association to the curb, Nozawa Financial Corporation still needed a partner for debt collection.

But Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t know anyone like that.

However, he quickly thought of two people.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked up, his eyes playful as he looked at the woman in front of him, blooming like a flower, "I can help with that, but how will you thank me, Mrs. Yanahara?"

"I will keep it in my heart forever, never daring to forget Mr. Aoyama’s kindness," Yehua Yiren said in a low, tender voice, her eyelashes fluttering open.

Mr. Aoyama’s kindness was not yet repaid.

Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, "Thanks aren’t just with words, you’ve also got to do it with your mouth, Mrs. Yanahara."

"Mr. Aoyama... you really are... so naughty," Yehua Yiren shyly exclaimed, but it wasn’t her first time in such a situation. She slowly rose to her knees on the carpet, then reached to remove her glasses.

But Aoyama Xiu Xin stopped her, "Don’t take them off."

He just liked that vibe.

Mrs. Yanahara previously had only one husband, Yeharadong, and being a long-term stay-at-home, she wasn’t a woman who had been exposed to a lot. She had social anxiety, but after managing the company for a few days, she became eloquent and quick-witted.

Life compels one to grow.

While Aoyama Xiu Xin silently admired Mrs. Yanahara’s rapid progress, he called Fujimoto Ryosuke, "Mr. Liangyi, those two guys you found for me last time, which violent gang were they from?"

He was referring to the two killers who, under Fujimoto Ryosuke’s arrangement, had posed as Nozaki Masao and attempted to ambush Panasonic Junichi on their way. They had done their job very cleanly.

"They are from the Yamakawa family in Kanagawa Prefecture, members of the Sumiyoshi Association. I have some connections with Yamakawa Ichiro. Why, Mr. Xiu Xin, do you have another shady job for them?"

"Ah! Hiss~ Mr. Liangyi, don’t think of me as so sinister." Aoyama Xiu Xin patted Yehua Yiren’s head and said, "Then please arrange a meeting with Yamakawa Ichiro for me, I have a business opportunity to discuss with him."

Fujimoto Ryosuke’s emphasis on the Kanagawa Prefecture prefix clarified that the Yamakawa Family had no turf in Tokyo.

Thus, it was clear their power wasn’t strong, at least certainly not compared to the Noguchi Group. For Yamakawa Ichiro, the leader, helping Nozawa Financial Corporation, a legitimate company, collect debts was a fairly profitable and dignified job.

"Tonight?" Fujimoto Ryosuke asked.

Aoyama Xiu Xin replied, "Tonight at ten."

"Got it!" replied Fujimoto Ryosuke.

...

While Aoyama Xiu Xin and Mrs. Yanahara were busy talking nonstop, the inspirational entrepreneurship group of five had returned to their base to start planning a robbery.

"Takeda Ichiro has just been caught, and now is when the banks and the police are at their most relaxed—it’s paramount we act as quickly as possible or we might miss the opportunity."

"After Changxin Bank’s Osaka branch was robbed, other branches have somewhat strengthened their security. I suggest we exclude that one. How about the Postal Bank?"

The five people each voiced their opinions, pooling their strategies.

"Robbing a national bank isn’t a good idea. It would be better to rob a bank controlled by a financial consortium." There was one among them who was rather patriotic.

"Ding-ding-ding~ Ding-ding-ding~"

Just then, a phone rang.

"Stop the chatter!" commanded the leader with medium-length hair, silencing the chattering of his four subordinates, before picking up the nearby handset, "Moshi moshi."

"Haha, Noda-kun, how have you been lately?"

"Mr. Xiaolin?" The medium-length haired youth named Noda was taken aback for a moment before uncertainly probing.

"Noda-kun, you do remember me." Xiao Lin’s voice was hearty, "Long time no see, interested in coming to Tokyo for a bit of fun? I’ve got an opportunity to make some money over here."

"Haha, so it really is you!" Noda’s face lit up with a smile, and he promptly accepted the offer, "I just happen to be in Tokyo, Mr. Xiaolin, you pick the place for tonight."

Xiao Lin was his former roommate; they had studied together for three years, shared bunk beds, ate together, fought together, exchanged study tips, grew together, and before going to sleep at night, they’d both talk about their wildest dreams, discussing their plans for the future.

Back then, they had both avoided smoking and drinking, kept a regular schedule, ate healthily, and had no pressures from life. Youth, oh the times seemed so vivid in his memory...

During those three years, they had formed a deep friendship.

Regrettably, after he was released from prison first, they gradually lost contact, and it was only during his last visit to jail that he left a number for Xiao Lin. To think that today he’d actually receive a call from his former roommate.