Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 589 - 485: Mr. Aoyama Discusses Traitors, Forced Kidnapping (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 589: Chapter 485: Mr. Aoyama Discusses Traitors, Forced Kidnapping (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Since he had already asked for the floor and room number in advance, Aoyama Xiu Xin headed straight to the elevator after arriving at the hospital.

"Police Chief Aoyama!"

"Is that really Police Chief Aoyama? Did they catch the criminal who attacked you? What a despicable person!"

"Are you at the hospital because you are sick? Please take good care of yourself! The nation needs you!"

Upon recognizing Aoyama Xiu Xin, the people in the elevator made way for him and expressed their concern in a clamor of voices.

"Thank you, everyone. The police will notify you if there is any news. I’m not sick, I’m just here for some matters," Aoyama Xiu Xin responded with a gentle smile.

"Oh, Police Chief Aoyama really is as approachable as they say on the news, no airs at all."

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As people chatted back and forth, the elevator doors slowly closed. Just when there was a slight gap left, a slender, fair hand reached in, and the doors slid open again.

Standing at the front, Aoyama Xiu Xin immediately saw the person outside: Mrs. Tanaka Naoko, wearing a nurse cap, a nurse uniform, and white stockings.

"Ch... Chief Aoyama!" Tanaka Naoko, seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin after a long time, was also taken aback.

Her expression a mix of panic and embarrassment, she stood rooted to the spot, hesitating to step into the elevator.

Aoyama Xiu Xin gave a slight smile and stepped back to make room, "Mrs. Tanaka, come on in."

It had been a while since he saw her, and Mrs. Tanaka, a little jewel of a woman, seemed even more charming than before.

"Hi! Thank you very much." Tanaka Naoko bit her red lip and bowed, then walked into the elevator to stand in front of him, turning her back to him, feeling his body gradually pressing against hers; her cheeks slightly flushed.

She knew Aoyama Xiu Xin was up to no good.

But she dared not speak out, only enduring silently.

Another older nurse in the elevator expressed surprise, "Naoko knows Police Chief Aoyama?"

"Hehe, Mrs. Tanaka’s husband was once my subordinate. After an accident left him paralyzed, I’ve been trying to help out a bit," Aoyama Xiu Xin, always charming, surreptitiously lifted Mrs. Tanaka’s nurse skirt, his large hand feeling the delicacy of the silk stockings.

Tanaka Naoko’s cheeks were beet red, her legs tightly closed, biting her teeth to endure the harassment, her delicate body trembling slightly as she nodded and responded, "Hi! Chief Aoyama has been covering my husband’s medical expenses, he’s been a great benefactor to our family, and I am very thankful for his help."

Not only extending a helping hand but also a groping one.

"Ah! So that’s the case, Police Chief Aoyama really is a caring and righteous superior!"

"Who could say otherwise? Only Chief Aoyama could do such a thing, truly admirable."

The others in the elevator were full of praise, seeing Police Chief Aoyama as an exemplary boss.

"It’s just helping within my capacity, after all, we are colleagues," Aoyama Xiu Xin modestly smiled, feeling the soft and delicate touch in his arms, showing great concern, asked, "How is Tanaka doing in his recovery?"

Tanaka Naoko shook her head with a bitter expression and said hesitantly, "There’s no sign of him waking up."

"With such a devoted wife, I believe he will definitely wake up; even the heavenly gods will be moved by your love." Aoyama Xiu Xin sincerely blessed them when suddenly, with a ding, the elevator reached his floor. He quickly withdrew his hand and said, "This is my stop. I’ll visit Tanaka san later."

Thinking about it, it had been a long time since he last visited that fellow Tanaka, he kind of missed him.

"Hi!" Tanaka Naoko’s eyes flickered with a hint of helplessness, but she bowed gracefully as if moved.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked past her, whispering softly, "Mrs. Tanaka smells lovely."

Tanaka Naoko was flushed with embarrassment, utterly ashamed.

After exiting the elevator, Aoyama Xiu Xin strode towards a hospital room guarded by policemen.

"Chief!"

The two policemen outside saluted together.

"How is he?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

One of them respectfully answered, "The wounds have been treated, he’s quite alert, Detective Nakamura is in there personally interviewing him."

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded and pushed open the door.

"Chief, you’re here." Nakamura Shinichi, who had heard him approaching, immediately stood up to greet him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded slightly, "What did he say?"

"This kid is tough, keeps cursing me in Chinese which I don’t understand, and he refuses to say anything else," Nakamura Shinichi said with a grim face.

Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned upon hearing this and looked at the young man on the hospital bed whose legs and arms were wrapped in bandages.

Damn, as a pioneer against Japanese control, infiltrating deep behind enemy lines, I almost got killed by my own people?

"Look at your dad, you idiotic little Jap!" Confronting Aoyama Xiu Xin’s glance, the young man glared and cursed.

He was insolent and unmanageable, especially with deep seated hatred towards the Japanese at this point.

"Slap!" Aoyama Xiu Xin swiftly slapped him and retorted in fluent Mandarin, "I’m looking at my son, you little bastard!"

"Fuck!" The young man, not even minding the pain on his face, widened his eyes in astonishment; even his Mandarin was more standard than his own.

Aoyama Xiu Xin dragged a chair over, sat down, crossed his legs, and continued in Chinese, "From my accent, you should know I’m very familiar with China. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll connect with Chinese officials to get your hometown address, then hire some thugs from there to rape, pillage, and slander you here, letting everyone you know back home learn about your traitorous acts!"

Upon hearing him speak, one could tell he was an old China hand.

"Damn it! I didn’t rape or pillage, and I’m no traitor!" the young man argued with a stiff neck, though he had wanted to, but they didn’t want him. Even as a janitor sweeping floors, they damn well squeezed his wages.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, unable to deny it, smirked and said teasingly, "You’re in my hands. Whatever you did or didn’t do, I decide. You wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation back home, right? Your parents are still there, aren’t they? You wouldn’t want them to be disgraced, would you?"

Given this guy’s attitude towards the Japanese, it was clear that he was a patriotic youth simmering with rage. Aoyama Xiu Xin thought he would definitely not want to bear the stigma of being a traitor.

Of course, he would never have dreamed that before coming to Japan, the young man wasn’t nearly as patriotic as he was now.

It was all forced by the Japanese.

"Son of a bitch! A mean and despicable little man!" The youth glared at Aoyama Xiu Xin with eyes nearly bursting with hatred. Indeed, the older generations were right; these Japanese were rotten to the core.

Damn it, it was all due to those foolish domestic books and experts constantly praising the Japanese, otherwise why would he and his uncle have come to Japan? How could they have ended up in this situation?

Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, "There’s an old saying in China, ’A wise man submits to circumstances.’ I hope you’re not foolish. I ask you again, who hired you? Be wise and tell me."

The young man kept staring at him, as if he wanted to tear him apart, clenching his teeth without saying a word.

"I’ve never offended any Chinese, so the employer must be Japanese. Tell me, wouldn’t it be better to let us Japanese fight among ourselves? Why sacrifice yourself for a Japanese? Isn’t that the very definition of being a traitorous dog?" Aoyama Xiu Xin accused him.

The young man’s expression became weird. Here he was, a middle-aged man being called a traitorous dog by a Japanese person; no one would believe him if he said it. But this little Japanese was right, he thought. Why talk about morals with these people? Letting them destroy each other wouldn’t be such a bad idea, and it would mean less suffering for him.

It was just like taking revenge for his uncle.

Having realized this, he no longer stubbornly kept quiet and said in a heavy voice, "I don’t know who the employer is. We were in contact with a middleman, and the employer offered one million US dollars for your life."

"Only one million US dollars? Is my life that cheap?" As the person involved, Aoyama Xiu Xin, although dubious about this price, didn’t probe further but asked, "How did you contact the middleman?"

This time the youth fell silent again.

"Is the middleman Chinese?" Aoyama Xiu Xin guessed right again and stated, "He’s a Chinese working for money for the Japanese, isn’t he also a traitor? So you shouldn’t feel any pressure about betraying him; you are rooting out a traitor! Or are you planning to cover for a traitor?"

His ability to twist logic was indeed remarkable.

"Beixinsu Third District Mingyue Tea House’s owner, Tang Siqian." The youth’s expression wavered and, after a moment, finally spit out a name.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, stood up immediately, and made a hand gesture to Nakamura Shinichi, who hastily followed.

After leaving the hospital room, Aoyama Xiu Xin casually instructed, "I’ll call you after confirming the identity of the middleman. Have him commit suicide out of guilt."

Though that kid in there wanted to kill him, being a compatriot didn’t matter anymore; if they wished him dead, they deserved the same fate!

"Shouldn’t we hand it over to the Police Headquarters for them to investigate further?" Nakamura Shinichi asked, puzzled.

Aoyama Xiu Xin expressionless, "They are already trying to kill me, why should I use the law against him?"

He knew well that the person daring to hire someone to kill him must have considerable background and influence, and using legal channels wouldn’t likely result in a death sentence.

There might even be pressure to let it go, so he didn’t plan to pursue legal avenues.

He intended to return the favor directly.

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi immediately responded.

Aoyama Xiu Xin patted his shoulder, turned, and left, then called Yamakawa Ichiro, the head of the Yamakawa family, and ordered, "Your territory, Beixinsu Third District Mingyue Tea House owner, Tang Siqian, bring him to see me immediately, right here in my Tokyo residence."

"Yes, sir!" It had been a long time since Yamakawa Ichiro had received a direct order from Aoyama Xiu Xin, so he took it very seriously and decided to lead the team personally.

After hanging up, Aoyama Xiu Xin visited Tanaka Noriaki’s hospital room. He was still unconscious, and Mrs. Tanaka was pessimistic. Aoyama Xiu Xin patiently comforted her, instilling some positivity.

Mrs. Tanaka was very grateful for his kindness.

Unnoticed by either of them, Tanaka Noriaki’s left little finger twitched imperceptibly on the hospital bed before once again falling still.

.........

North Shinjuku 3-chome, Mingyue Tea House.

Tang Siqian, in his early fifties, was plump and always smiling, wearing traditional attire and appearing very approachable.

His grandfather had once guided the Japanese, and thanks to this excellent gene, he prospered in Japan, wide connections enabling him to work as a hitman broker, always ensuring he had business.

At this moment, he was doing accounts in his own tea house when he failed to notice two vans screeching to a stop outside. Shortly after, seven or eight tough guys wearing dragon tattoos stormed in.

"Gentleman, are you here to find someone or to book a place?" Recognizing them as members of a violent gang, Tang Siqian hurriedly put on a pleasing smile and walked forward to greet them.

But the men didn’t waste words; under the watchful eyes of all, they forcibly grabbed him and dragged him outside.

"What’s going on! Let me go!" Realizing he was the target, a guilty Tang Siqian struggled fiercely.

Only when one of the strong men pulled out a gun and held it to his head did the restless man calm_down.

"What do you want to do! Boss!"

Others from the tea house wanted to intervene, but they were frightened by the dark muzzles of the guns held by the men.

"We are people of the Yamakawa family. Whoever calls the police, we will find them. You can try if you believe there is nothing to do with you, but don’t bring trouble upon yourselves."

And so, under the broad daylight, Tang Siqian was stuffed into a vehicle by a group of strangers and sped away.

A display of audacious dominance and lawlessness.

How chaotic Tokyo was, Mr. Aoyama had the final say.

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