Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 569 - 469: Old Acquaintances, Car Accident, Red Notebook Takes Action (Two in One for Monthly Pass)_3

Chapter 569: Chapter 469: Old Acquaintances, Car Accident, Red Notebook Takes Action (Two in One for Monthly Pass)_3

"Wha... What..." Fujimoto Ryosuke was dumbstruck after hearing it all, stammering for a long time without being able to utter a word. It was only after a while that he slapped his thigh and laughed and cried at his own expense, "That was really a close call, almost like the big flood almost washed away the Dragon King Temple. Well, it turned out for the best, I guess. Thanks to this, you’ve made a merit, and although I didn’t complete the deal as intended, my early detection of the anomaly and could safely return the payment can also be considered a merit."

After finishing his thought, he let out a sigh. "But now, your welcome gift is gone. I was thinking, since we haven’t seen each other for a long time, I’d give you a substantial present."

"It’s all about the guys, isn’t it? What’s with welcome gifts or no welcome gifts? The fact that we can meet at all is the best gift," Aoyama Xiu Xin said nonchalantly.

Fujimoto Ryosuke exhaled and raised his glass as a signal, "That’s right, come on, let’s drink."

"Drink! Tonight we’re not going home unless we’re drunk!"

"Alright! Not going home unless drunk, who knows when we’ll be able to drink together next time."

The two men clinked glasses and drank back and forth, reminiscing about the past, discussing the future, full of high spirits, laughing heartily and blushing red in their drunkenness.

"Almost... almost enough, let’s... let’s go to the hotel where I’m staying and open a room to crash." Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, trying to keep himself sober.

Fujimoto Ryosuke was completely drunk, his eyes were somewhat cloudy, his face was flushed red, and he kept pouring from an empty glass into his mouth, "I’m not drunk yet, let’s drink more."

"Another day, another drink," Aoyama Xiu Xin put down the glass and went up to help Fujimoto Ryosuke out.

Upon leaving the Izakaya, Jin Yucheng saw the scene and hurriedly pinched out his cigarette, going forward to help and support him into the car.

Then the three of them headed toward the hotel.

As soon as he got into the car, Fujimoto Ryosuke fell into a deep sleep.

Aoyama Xiu Xin also closed his eyes to rest.

Since it was already past midnight, there weren’t many vehicles on the road, even fewer pedestrians, so Jin Yucheng drove quite smoothly. If nothing unexpected happened, they would arrive at the hotel in a few minutes.

There was a red light ahead. Even though there were no cars in front, Jin Yucheng started to brake from a distance so that when he stopped, it would be smooth without any sudden jolts.

He had not stopped for long when a large truck pulled up in the lane next to him, waiting for the red light together with him.

Red light turned to green, Jin Yucheng started his car.

And as he did, a middle-aged man on a bicycle suddenly appeared from in front of the large truck. Jin Yucheng’s face changed, and he quickly stepped on the brakes, but it was too late. With a crash, the middle-aged man and his bicycle were instantly knocked to the ground.

Fortunately, considering the comfort of Aoyama Xiu Xin and Fujimoto Ryosuke in the back seat, Jin Yucheng had not accelerated quickly; otherwise, the man and the bike could have been knocked flying by the power and the initial speed of the car.

The accident didn’t happen because he was careless or unskilled, but because the truck next to him had obstructed his side view.

And he certainly hadn’t expected anyone to run a red light.

"What happened?"

The inertia from the sudden braking made Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly open his eyes, and Fujimoto Ryosuke also woke up because of it.

"We hit someone, but it should be nothing serious. I’ll go down and take a look." Jin Yucheng looked back and said, then he turned off the engine and got out of the car, walking towards the middle-aged man who had already gotten up, "Hey, are you alright?"

Since his traffic light had already turned green when he started, the other party was the one who ran the red light, so Jin Yucheng’s tone was not polite.

"It’s okay, it’s okay, it was my own haste that caused me to run the light. Sorry, sorry; look, I scratched your car’s front. How much should I compensate?"

The middle-aged man was dressed plainly, his hair was disheveled, his beard scruffy, but he did not argue or look for compensation; instead, he apologized and offered to make amends.

This attitude made Jin Yucheng’s expression soften a lot, "If you’re okay, then just hurry along. You don’t owe anything. Just don’t run a red light next time."

"Hey! Thank you, sir. Sorry for the trouble." The middle-aged man kept apologizing, then started pushing his bicycle away, limping.

It looked as though he was seriously hurt.

Jin Yucheng frowned at the scene and couldn’t help but call out, "Hey, are you really okay?"

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"It’s nothing; I’ve had an old issue with my leg. Just hit it again, so it’s not very flexible, but definitely no broken bones," the middle-aged man answered without turning back.

After watching him cross to the other side of the road, Jin Yucheng got back into the car, saying, "The person is alright, the locals here are quite polite and have integrity, didn’t take the chance to scam for money."

"Let’s go," Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand, he was a bit drunk too, and now he just wanted to get to sleep as soon as possible.

The black Mercedes sprinted away into the night.

"Ding-a-ling, Ding-a-ling!"

The next day, a hungover Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by the telephone’s ringing. In a dazed state, he pushed aside Mrs. Qingshui’s long leg that was on him, fumbled around and finally got hold of the phone.

"Moshi moshi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Mr. Aoyama, buy a copy of the Hokkaido News now," the serious voice of Fujimoto Takayoshi came through.

Aoyama Xiu Xin instantly opened his eyes and sat up in bed, asking, "What’s the matter, Minister?"

"It’s not something I can explain in a word or two; buy a newspaper and give me a call after you read it," Fujimoto Takayoshi finished speaking and directly hung up the phone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and told the front desk, "Send up a copy of the Hokkaido News immediately, right now."

The newspaper was quickly delivered.

At the sight of the front-page news, his face changed color. The headline was boldly written, [Heisei’s No.1 Detective’s Vehicle Hits Pedestrian, Driver Refuses Compensation, Brutal Disposal of the Victim Leads to Death.]

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