Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 580 - 477: Victim, Adulterer, Wretch, Specious Arguments (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 580: Chapter 477: Victim, Adulterer, Wretch, Specious Arguments (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Damn scoundrel!" With veins popping on his forehead, Shinichi Nakamura, consumed by shame and fury, couldn’t restrain himself any longer at those words. Cursing, he charged toward the young man.

"Don’t!" Yoshino Hezi hurried to stop him.

Seasoned adulterers know that if the woman doesn’t intervene, it’s bad enough, but once she does, the cheating husband is in for even more trouble. Shinichi’s face burned red with rage.

"Get out of the way!" He shoved his wife aside and swung a punch at the panic-stricken, retreating youth, hitting him square in the face.

"Ah!" The youth screamed, his frame hollowed out by alcohol and sex not able to withstand the punch, and he toppled to the ground, both shocked and furious. Holding his face, he pointed at Shinichi and roared, "Do you f***ing know who I am?"

His fearlessness had stemmed from his status, believing that Shinichi, being just a small-time cop, wouldn’t dare do anything to him, but he had overlooked the fact that Shinichi was the victim of cuckoldry.

"Go to hell!" At that moment, Shinichi had completely lost his reason. A kick worthy of a soccer field sent the youth’s teeth flying and blood spewing from his nose. Shinichi then straddled him, throwing left and right punches, "I’m going to f***ing kill you!"

"Stop! Stop!" Hezi, who had been pushed to the ground, got up and tried to intervene.

"Slut! Get out!" Shinichi shoved her away again, continuing to beat the young adulterer.

"Crash!"

A vase shattered over his head, leaving Shinichi bleeding and staggered. He turned to look at Hezi, her face pale and trembling with fear.

Seeing Shinichi distracted, the battered young man pushed him away with all his strength, scrambled up, and stumbled away, hurling threats, "You lowlife, I won’t let you off!"

Fresh blood sprinkled all over the floor.

"Bitch!" Shinichi, red-eyed, stood up and grabbed Hezi by the neck. His breath rapid, he demanded, "Haven’t I been good to you? Where have I failed you? Speak! Answer me! Why do you treat me like this? Why! Say something!"

"Ah—ah—" Gasping for air, Hezi’s face turned red and she couldn’t utter a word, her hands beating frantically against Shinichi.

Watching his wife’s eyes roll back, Shinichi’s head cleared abruptly. With reluctant rage, he flung her onto the couch, "Damned whore!"

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!" Lacking any grace, Hezi lay on the floor coughing violently and gasping for air. Recovering slightly, she turned back to look at Shinichi warily and fearfully, her voice cold and void of affection, "Let’s get a divorce."

Shinichi laughed bitterly, feeling pathetic like a clown.

"You haven’t wronged me. It’s me who has wronged you. I married you because I had no better choice at the time, but now I do. Let’s part amicably. As compensation, I’ll persuade Mr. Suzuki to let you off," Hezi went on.

Shinichi let out a laugh of utter rage, then slapped her fiercely, "Idiot! Should I also thank you for pleading with the adulterer on my behalf?"

"Does hitting a woman make you more of a man?" Clutching her stinging face, Hezi glared at him and said, with red eyes, "I’ve already apologized! Besides, even if I’m wrong, are you blameless? How much time have you spent with me after our marriage? Where were you when I needed company?"

Shinichi was beside himself with anger.

He had initially been reluctant to leave Tokyo and his newlywed wife, but Hezi had persuaded him to prioritize his career and follow Aoyama Xiu Xin to Sapporo. Now she was using this as an excuse to accuse him of neglect.

"How can you be such a slut?" Shinichi’s voice was deliberate, questioning. He felt he had been blind not to see her true colors before.

"Say whatever you need to feel better. Anyway, I want a divorce," Hezi stood up and headed upstairs without looking back. "If you loved me, you wouldn’t stop me from pursuing a better life. If you do stop me, then you don’t love me – you merely want to possess me. So don’t blame me for escaping you."

It almost sounded reasonable... Bullshit!

"Ah, f***!" Shinichi roared to vent his frustration and fury, wreaking havoc in the living room. He wanted to kill Hezi and that adulterer right then, but a shred of sanity told him not to, not to throw away his prospects for two people who weren’t worth it.

After venting, he calmed down.

Sitting on the sofa, he chain-smoked one cigarette after another.

The living room was a mess.

Hezi came downstairs with her suitcase, frowned at the scene, planning to complain to her friend about how unstable and violently prone Shinichi was, thankful that she got away quickly.

"You’ll regret this."

Shinichi smoked silently, without lifting his head, his voice low and hoarse.

"I won’t."

Hezi left without a backward glance.

"Woo-woo-woo—" Just then, the sound of police sirens approached, and two police cars pulled up abruptly outside Shinichi’s house. The injured young man with a hastily bandaged head got out of the car, followed by several officers.

"Mr. Suzuki!" Hezi was startled to see him returning with the police and hurried to meet them.

Suzuki ignored her completely, marching into the living room with a group of officers, pointing at Shinichi sitting on the sofa and bellowed, "He’s the one who hit me. Arrest him now! I want him behind bars!"

Rather than seeking personal revenge, he chose to call the police, which showed he wasn’t entirely lacking in wits.

After all, sleeping with Shinichi’s wife wasn’t a crime.

But Shinichi assaulting him was.

So he chose to use the law to protect his legal rights, which was much smarter than stupidly seeking personal revenge.

"Mr. Suzuki, please, let it go. For my sake, don’t bother with a pitiful man. He’s already agreed to divorce me," Hezi followed, hugging Suzuki’s arm, trying to persuade him in a patronizing way to spare Shinichi.

"Get lost!" Suzuki pushed her away without a second thought, also showing a hint of jealousy, "Do you care more about him, or me?"

It was clear that Suzuki had developed real feelings for Hezi, not just a fling. What an oddity.

Hezi was left speechless, glanced at Shinichi, and firmly sided with Suzuki.

"That’s more like it, you’ll be my wife in the future and have nothing to do with him." Suzuki hugged her into his arms, looking down at Nakamura Shinichi with a victor’s scornful gaze and imperiously scolded the policemen beside him, "What are you staring at? Arrest someone already!"

The lead detective looked at Nakamura Shinichi uncomfortably and said, "This... Detective Nakamura, why don’t you give Chief of Police Aoyama a call? This guy has some real backing, and we’re in a tough spot here, too."

He too was a police officer from the Police Headquarters.

Originally a colleague of Nakamura Shinichi.

"Damn it! Putting aside our positions, it’s me who he hit, and you’re not arresting him? Are you trying to cover for him? Do you want me to talk to my uncle about your work attitude?" Suzuki could hardly contain his anger.

A few policemen were fuming. This idiot was putting aside status one moment and using his uncle to pressure them the next.

And yet, they had no choice but to put up with it.

Because this person was Suzuki Jiro.

And his uncle was the Governor of Tokyo, Suzuki Jun.

Nakamura Shinichi stubbed out his cigarette and picked up the mobile phone to call Aoyama Xiu Xin. Once connected, he spoke with a low and ashamed tone, "Chief, I’m very sorry to bother you, I’ve run into some trouble... Hey!"

He looked at Suzuki, "Listen to the phone call."

"Hmph!" Suzuki snorted coldly, approached with a sullen face, snatched the phone from his hand, and before Aoyama Xiu Xin could speak, he said, "I know you, Aoyama Xiu Xin, right? It’s you who once seized my brother’s goods."

"Who’s your brother?" asked Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Suzuki Tarou," answered Suzuki Jiro. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Ah, so you’re Mr. Suzuki’s brother." It took a moment for Aoyama Xiu Xin to remember him, then he said with a gentle tone, "Well then, since you are Mr. Suzuki’s brother, I suppose you’re practically one of our own. Now, if you apologize to Mr. Nakamura, we can forget about this incident."

"Me, apologize to him?" Suzuki Jiro laughed incredulously as if he’d heard some preposterous fairy tale, then bellowed furiously, "It’s him who hit me now!"

"The reason being you slept with his wife. Why else would he hit you?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked nonchalantly.

Though he often slept with other people’s wives, he didn’t consider it a correct thing to do, his moral standards were absolutely intact!

"Haha, which law says sleeping with his wife is illegal? But hitting someone is!" Suzuki Jiro said viciously, "Either he kneels and apologizes to me right now, or I’ll take legal action to hold him responsible. Let’s see who can outplay whom!"

"Then please hand the phone back to Shinichi, I need to speak with him," Aoyama Xiu Xin sighed.

"Hmph!" Suzuki Jiro carelessly handed the phone back to Nakamura Shinichi, "Your master wants to speak to you."

"What do you wish to say, Chief?" Nakamura Shinichi took the phone to his ear, his demeanor utterly respectful, even though Aoyama Xiu Xin on the other end couldn’t see him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s message was terse, "Hit him."

After hanging up, he then called Panasonic Jiezi to ask for Suzuki Tarou’s number.

"Beep... beep... beep..." Listening to the busy signal coming from the handset, Nakamura Shinichi slowly looked up at Suzuki.

Suzuki Jiro was looking down at him triumphantly.

"Bang!"

Nakamura Shinichi suddenly erupted, grabbing the hefty mobile phone capable of cracking walnuts and smashed it hard on his head.

"Aah!" Caught off guard, Suzuki Jiro cried out in pain, falling to the floor as blood instantly soaked through the bandage.

Nakamura Shinichi stepped on the coffee table to leap over, his eyes red, and began pummelling and kicking Suzuki on the ground.

"Detective Nakamura, calm down! Calm down!"

A few policemen hurried forward to intervene, but they were only pulling Suzuki Jiro away, not restraining Nakamura Shinichi.

They also took the chaos as an opportunity to stomp on Suzuki Jiro a few times.

After all, the jerk’s arrogance was too infuriating not long ago.

After obtaining the number from Panasonic Jiezi, Aoyama Xiu Xin called Suzuki Tarou, "Mr. Suzuki, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Mr. Aoyama, may I inquire why you’re calling me out of the blue?" Suzuki Tarou responded nervously. He had previously gotten on Aoyama Xiu Xin’s bad side over a smuggling deal but was later completely won over by Aoyama Xiu Xin’s tactic of mixing threats with favors.

Aoyama Xiu Xin relayed the incident of his brother cuckolding his own man, then continued, "Your brother insists on taking legal action. I fear it might blow up into a scandal and potentially spread rumors of Governor Suzuki’s nephew bullying a meritorious police officer, which wouldn’t look too good."

He had no intention of offending Suzuki Jun, but he was certainly determined to avenge the dishonor done to his confidant.

"Yes, yes, what you say is right, Mr. Aoyama. I appreciate the heads-up. Rest assured that I will properly discipline my good-for-nothing brother and will compensate Detective Nakamura," Suzuki Tarou said, sweating bullets—such rumors could cause big trouble for his uncle.

Suzuki Jun had been governor of Tokyo for over a decade, and many were eager to bring him down.

So he was indeed grateful that Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t play it that way but chose to call and tell him instead. Even though Aoyama Xiu Xin had his reasons for not wanting to offend his granduncle, it was nevertheless a gesture of goodwill.

Aoyama Xiu Xin responded casually with a grunt.

"My brother’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, everything’s because of that woman. Such an unfaithful harlot doesn’t deserve to live, why not dispose of her as well?" Suzuki Tarou ventured.

Noncommittally, Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "You decide. That’s all for now. I have a gathering tonight with the high-ranking officials of the Land Guard and need to leave."

From his brief past interaction with Suzuki Tarou, Aoyama Xiu Xin felt he was someone who could prioritize matters appropriately.

And his brother had a little sense, but not much.

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