Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister

As a man of his word,

once he promised Nozaki Masao not to let a single criminal get away, Aoyama Xiu Xin had to follow through. He started by investigating the Noguchi Group's trafficking operations, taking advantage of the Takizawa Akiyoshi murder case, aiming to bring them to justice soon.

From interrogating Takizawa Akiyoshi, he learned that Noguchi Noboru was primarily responsible for collecting merchant's maintenance fees, also known as protection money, which was generally paid monthly.

And Nozaki Masao wouldn't possibly entrust such dangerous trafficking operations to his own younger brother. Thus, the products Noguchi Noboru sold to the Takizawa siblings must have been acquired from someone responsible within the Noguchi Group.

He had to trace this clue.

"Aoyama." Xiu Xin called out.

"Hi!" Nakamura, who was organizing files at his desk, quickly responded and ran over, "Deputy Director."

"Go fetch Noguchi Noboru's communication records from the past three months from the telecom company," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed. By checking whom he contacted with the same number before selling the products to the Takizawa siblings, they could pinpoint the person in charge of the Noguchi Group's products.

"Is it the communication records?" Nakamura confirmed, then bowed, "Please wait a moment."

He then turned to his workstation, picked up a sheet of paper, and handed it over with both hands, "Deputy Director, I had already printed these out this afternoon and even marked the three most frequently contacted numbers with a pen."

Aoyama Xiu Xin was taken aback as he took the paper from Nakamura's hand, seeing it was indeed dense with communication records, with the three most frequently appearing numbers circled in three different colors.

"How did you know I needed this?" Aoyama Xiu Xin looked up and asked the man before him.

His full name was Nakamura Shinichi, 25 years old, a Patrol Captain who had been employed for three years. He was clean-cut and fair-skinned and extremely polite.

Nakamura Shinichi slightly bowed his head and humbly replied, "I didn't know, but this is also one of the steps in the investigative process. I have printed the Takizawa family's communication records too. It's best if you find them useful, Deputy Director, but if not, there's no harm done."

Opportunity is given to those who are prepared.

His preparation had clearly seized the opportunity.

"Yo! Nakamura, well done," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a pleased smile, handing back the communication records, "Here's another task for you. Find out the identities behind these three numbers you've circled."

He assigned tasks to his subordinates but currently did not reveal his own objectives.

"Hi!" Nakamura took the communication records he had just handed over, bowed, and turned to leave.

Watching Nakamura's retreating figure, Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled slightly; he appreciated such meticulous and understanding individuals.

Having him by his side made everything more efficient.

"See you tomorrow."

"Take care, Deputy Director."

Soon, it was time to leave work. Aoyama Xiu Xin didn't rush home but took a cab to the Yoshinaga family.

It wasn't that he wanted to go, but his younger brother did.

When he was young, reading the story of Kong Rong yielding pears taught him a principle: always save the best for your younger brother.

Brotherly love was deep.

It would surely move Mrs. Yanahara to tears.

......

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

Aoyama Xiu Xin rang the doorbell of the Yoshinaga family.

"Hello, hello."

"Mrs., it's me, please open the door," Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke through the doorbell's intercom.

Nozawa Yi inside the house caught her breath, somewhat nervously saying, "You... why have you come again!"

Thinking about the morning's ordeal, her face blushed.

She dared not open the door for Aoyama Xiu Xin.

She was afraid that Aoyama Xiu Xin would come to open her door.

"Madam, it's not that I wanted to come, but my brother wanted to see you," Aoyama Xiu Xin said helplessly.

Yehua Yiren then breathed a sigh of relief and opened the villa's gate. "Mr. Aoyama, please come in."

However, when she opened the door, she saw only Aoyama Xiu Xin alone and immediately realized she had been deceived. Surprised and annoyed, her face flushed as she stuttered, "Mr. Aoyama, where is your brother?"

"He's a bit shy. You'll see him in a bit," said Aoyama Xiu Xin seriously.

Although the other party didn't seem to be lying, Yehua Yiren still blocked the doorway, unwilling to let him pass, and asked further, "Mr. Aoyama, how old is your brother?"

"20," blurted out Aoyama Xiu Xin, then suddenly picked her up and carried her inside, "Let's talk inside."

"Ah!" Yehua Yiren exclaimed, her face red and her ears flushed, she clung to him tightly with her legs, shyly and desperately pleading, "Mr. Aoyama, don't do this, please let me go. It won't be good if your brother sees this."

"It's fine, my brother has bad eyesight, he can only use one eye," Aoyama Xiu Xin spouted nonsense casually as he carefully admired the beautiful young woman in his arms.

Yehua Yiren was only wearing a white dress, nothing underneath, her messy hair framing her flushed face, her delicate lips slightly parted, breathing fragrantly. Her breasts heaved uncontrollably, and her tender toes curled inward from nervousness, looking extremely adorable.

Feeling somewhat restless in Aoyama Xiu Xin's arms, she lowered her head and whispered softly, "Mr. Aoyama, please put me down, this is not right."

"It's fine, I don't mind," said Aoyama Xiu Xin magnanimously, and added, "Besides, madam, you are not heavy."

Yehua Yiren shot him a resentful and mournful glance, thinking, you might not mind, but I do.

Unable to resist, she could only endure the shame and humiliation as Aoyama Xiu Xin held her playfully.

Suddenly, Aoyama Xiu Xin noticed that Mr. Nozawa's memorial portrait had been put away, his expression changed immediately, and he criticized Yehua Yiren with displeasure, "Madam, Mr. Nozawa has just passed away and you already removed his portrait. This is too heartless. Go and put it back up immediately."

He couldn't stand such heartless women.

Yehua Yiren felt bitter and helpless.

Later, Aoyama Xiu Xin sat arrogantly on the couch, smoking and blowing out ring after ring of smoke.

Disheveled, with her cheeks still flushed and tear-streaks not yet dried, Yehua Yiren sat barefoot on the floor silently picking up her torn dress and Aoyama Xiu Xin's clothes.

Without turning his head, Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, "Did the people from Noguchi Group come to make trouble at the office today?"

"Hi!" Yehua Yiren responded and then paused uncertain, "Was it you who stepped in, Mr. Aoyama? Is that what happened?"

"Uh-huh," replied Aoyama Xiu Xin. In fact, it was Takazawa Akiyoshi who had acted. These days Nozaki Masao was busy with funeral arrangements and probably had no time to bother Nozawa Finance. "Just give me a bit more time. I will definitely fulfill the promise I made to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Aoyama," Yehua Yiren almost cried out of gratitude, looking up at her husband's portrait and murmuring in her heart, Husband, can you hear this in heaven? I will protect the company you founded.

So, the relationship between Aoyama Xiu Xin and Yehua Yiren might seem foolish, but at its core, it was pure love.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked over to put on his clothes, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Lend me Mr. Nozawa's car. It's just gathering dust parked at your place, and it's inconvenient for me to visit you without a car."

Every time he came to the Nozawa's, he took whatever he wanted.

"Hi!" Yehua Yiren, naked, stood up and walked to the entryway, she opened a drawer and took out a Mercedes and a Toyota key, "Which one would you like?"

"The Toyota," answered Aoyama Xiu Xin. After all, the Mercedes was too conspicuous and probably a car Mr. Nozawa frequently used, and it could be recognized by some people.

Besides, his current status only merited driving a Toyota.

It was indeed an opportunity to be able to drive Mrs. Nozawa's car.

"The car is right outside in the garage," Yehua Yiren handed him the keys, bowing courteously, "Please take care."

"Thank you, madam," Aoyama Xiu Xin, dressed neatly, stepped forward to take the keys and gently hugged Yehua Yiren, "Call me anytime if you need anything."

Upon reaching the garage, there were three cars inside: a white BMW, likely Yehua Yiren's, a black Mercedes, and a silver-gray Toyota Corolla.

A 6th generation Corolla released in 1987, its surface shiny and barely driven.

Aoyama Xiu Xin started the car and slammed on the gas, rushing out. He never cared for others' cars when he drove them.

Mrs. Nozawa knew this all too well.