Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 623 - 511: Once Prey, Now Hunter! Bomb! (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 623: Chapter 511: Once Prey, Now Hunter! Bomb! (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Bikes naturally couldn’t outpace cars.

Ozawa Youko, who had been riding a bicycle, was quickly cornered and forced to a halt by the high-end sedan that had been chasing her from behind. She screamed in panic and fell to the ground, along with her bike.

"Miss, how are you? Are you hurt?" The car door opened, and Fujino Norihiko hurried out to help her up.

"I’m not... Ah!" It seemed like Ozawa Youko was about to say she was alright, but as soon as she raised her head and clearly saw him, she was immediately struck with terror, recoiling as if she had seen a demon, her face panicked as she yelled, "Don’t come any closer! Don’t touch me!"

"You recognize me?" Just as Fujino Norihiko was about to squat down to help her, he stopped in his tracks, squinting his eyes.

Ozawa Youko was now crying in fear, her beauty wan with sobbing as she pleaded, "Please let me go, I beg you to spare me, don’t torment me anymore, no more."

On the surface, she was crying, but her heart was filled with hatred.

She hadn’t expected that the hellish experience of that night two years ago, which was so deeply etched in her memory, would be long forgotten by Fujino Norihiko, that beast!

He apparently made a habit of doing such things.

"Did I mess with you?" Fujino Norihiko stepped forward and harshly gripped her chin, looking at her tearful face. "You do look a bit familiar, but that’s not right. You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t get tired of you after just once. How could I not remember you at all?"

Then he laughed, "But that doesn’t matter now, does it? For fate to bring us together again, I won’t miss this chance. It’s going to be a long night; come home with me to rekindle old flames!"

As he finished speaking, he picked up Ozawa Youko and strode towards the car.

Since she was a woman he had already had, doing it once more didn’t matter; she couldn’t possibly cause any trouble, and it was certainly safer than dealing with someone new.

"No! Let me go! Let go of me!"

Ozawa Youko’s struggles were futile.

The luxury sedan started up and drove away, leaving only her bicycle lying on the ground behind.

"Ptui! Degenerate!"

From a car parked nearby, a police officer who had been tasked with surveillance by Nakamura Shinichi cursed under his breath and checked the camera in his hand; he had captured everything clearly.

After getting into the car and making some noise, pleading for a while, Ozawa Youko quieted down, seemingly resigned.

"That’s more like it. You’ve been mine before, haven’t you?" Fujino Norihiko leered and unabashedly surveyed Ozawa Youko’s graceful figure, smacking his lips, "From now on, you’re mine. Whether it’s cars, houses, or money, you won’t lack for anything."

Some women are worth keeping.

"Minister, I remember now!" The subordinate in the passenger seat exclaimed, turning to Ozawa Youko, "The dancer from the izakaya two years ago."

Sometimes one can’t clearly remember their own deeds, but a comrade might recall them vividly.

"Two years ago?" Fujino Norihiko frowned in thought, then had a flash of recognition, looking at Ozawa Youko, "Ah, I remember now. You were only 17 or 18 then? Much more naive than now. You’ve really blossomed; you look even prettier!"

He had remembered all the details of that year, including how he easily settled the matter, simply exerting pressure on Youko’s school and her parents’ company through his connections.

It was easy to coerce Ozawa Youko into agreeing to a settlement.

This was a girl who truly valued her family.

"You damned devil!" Ozawa Youko glared at him with hatred, cursing through clenched teeth.

"I should be dead, but if that were true, I would have died a long time ago." Fujino Norihiko was nonchalant, knowing how to manipulate this woman, saying viciously, "Either you obediently become my lover, or your parents will be in for a bad time."

"You bastard!" Ozawa Youko trembled with rage, her eyes red, biting her lip hard.

The angrier she became, the more effective his threats, and Fujino Norihiko was pleased with himself, caressing her smooth cheek, "I like obedient children."

Ozawa Youko began to sob quietly again.

Upon reaching home, Fujino Norihiko sent his two subordinates away and took Ozawa Youko straight to the bedroom, "I’m going to take a shower, wait for me obediently. You don’t need to bathe, I like the taste of fresh seafood."

He knew her weakness and was sure of Ozawa Youko, so he was not worried about her running away.

Humming a tune carefreely, he went to shower in the bedroom.

Hearing the sound of water, Ozawa Youko, who had been appearing to sob, abruptly sat up from the bed and took out a miniature spy device given to her by Nakamura Shinichi from her bag, finding the right spot to install it, ensuring the lens was pointed directly at the bed.

After setting it up, she turned it on from the side, avoiding the camera’s view, and returned to sit on the bed, appearing to continue her sobs.

After showering, Fujino Norihiko, with no guard up, pounced on Ozawa Youko, naturally meeting fierce resistance. He laughed heartily, "You resisted like this two years ago as well. But did it help?"

Repeating the past felt amusing.

"Idiot! Let go of me, you jerk!"

"Keep yelling! The louder you are, the more excited I get."

Helped by the alcohol, Fujino Norihiko was indeed excited that night. He violated Ozawa Youko while continuously bringing up the process of raping her two years prior, savoring this morbid excitement.

Ozawa Youko cried her heart out; initially, it was an act, but later, she truly collapsed under the psychological assaults and the crude words from Fujino Norihiko.

The only thing keeping her going was the promise from Nakamura Shinichi that he would use the footage from that night to make Fujino Norihiko pay the price he deserved.

Even though she knew he was using her too.

But she was willing.

.........

The next day, June 6th, Sunday.

As the son of a general, Fushan Kuiyong had no advantages in the Governor’s Hall in Saitama Prefecture, because his father’s connections could not influence this side.

Since he entered the Governor’s Hall two years ago to work as a rank-and-file clerk, he had became ordinary for two years, and was already tired of this monotonous job that was nothing like the magnificent career he had imagined.

Even on the weekends, he had to work overtime to rush through documents!

"Idiot!"

In the office, Fushan Kuiyong, who was fervently writing, became increasingly angry as he thought about it and couldn’t help but curse softly.

He couldn’t help but start to doubt whether his choices were correct. If he had followed his father’s advice and joined the military, wouldn’t he at least be a first lieutenant by now?

Although it wouldn’t be as glamorous as those politicians, it certainly wouldn’t be as humble as a dog, like now.

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

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the desk rang.

"Mosi Mosi?" Fushan Kuiyong answered.

"Mr. Fushan, good morning. This is Ashida Hongta, the secretary of Mr. Aoyama Suzumasa. The Congressman would like to meet you. If it’s convenient, my car is downstairs."

"Hi! Convenient! Of course, it’s convenient!" Fushan Kuiyong was somewhat baffled, not understanding why Aoyama Suzumasa, a popular rising star in the political scene, would suddenly ask to see him, but he quickly agreed.

After hanging up, he could no longer care about overtime and ran downstairs, briefcase in hand. Upon seeing a Mercedes parked at the door, he stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Are you Secretary Ashida?"

"Hi! Mr. Fushan?" Ashida Hongta sized up Fushan Kuiyong and then said, "Please get in the car."

"Hi!"

Soon they arrived at Aoyama Suzumasa’s residence.

When Fushan Kuiyong entered, Aoyama Suzumasa was having breakfast. He bowed deeply, "Congressman!"

If he had joined the military, none of this would have been necessary.

"Mr. Fushan, please, no need for such formalities. Have you had breakfast?" Aoyama Suzumasa asked with a pleasant demeanor.

Fushan Kuiyong respectfully replied, "I have."

"Then please wait for me in the living room for a moment." Aoyama Suzumasa smiled slightly, wiped his mouth after finishing breakfast, and walked towards the living room. As he saw Fushan Kuiyong about to stand, he quickly gestured him to sit down, "As I said, no need for excessive formalities, Mr. Fushan. My brother Xiu Xin and your father are close friends. I won’t bother with unnecessary pleasantries. You know I’m aiming for next month’s Congress election. Would you like to give me a hand?"

Every candidate has their own campaign committee behind them, filled with experienced lawyers or former politicians. By inviting Fushan Kuiyong to join, it was purely a favor.

"I... I would be happy to! Happy to serve Congressman Aoyama!" Fushan Kuiyong quickly stood up as he responded.

So it was his father’s help after all. He felt touched yet somewhat disappointed; he had thought his talents had finally been recognized by Aoyama Suzumasa.

Well, the work he had done in these two years hardly provided a stage to showcase his talents.

Aoyama Suzumasa gave a slight smile and extended his hand, "Welcome to my team, Mr. Fushan."

"Hi! Please look after me in the future, Congressman!"

No matter what, both Aoyama Xiu Xin and Aoyama Suzumasa had shown him great kindness, and he was bound to repay it like a spring which flows.

On the other hand, Aoyama Xiu Xin had already bid farewell to Fushan Yingzhao and was returning with Ueda Hanon.

"Have you thought about how to explain to my dad?" Ueda Hanon asked curiously while driving.

"I don’t have to explain," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied with a slight smile. "General Ueda won’t bring it up on his own, otherwise, the one embarrassed will only be him. He will ask you, so it’s you who should think about how to explain."

Ueda Hanon was taken aback at first but then realized, yes, her father would only be able to interact as normal with Aoyama Xiu Xin by pretending he knew nothing of the issue. Otherwise, it would be awkward for both of them.

So he would definitely come to ask her for the reason.

Of course, although this matter would not be directly addressed by either Ueda Hikoshu or Aoyama Xiu Xin, both were acutely aware and understood that their relationship would inevitably become closer in the future.

"Then what do you think I should say?" Ueda Hanon continued to ask, not waiting for Aoyama Xiu Xin to answer before provocatively saying, "Tell him that because of a misunderstanding, you took the opportunity to take ruthless advantage of me?"

She had also come to realize that yesterday’s events were too coincidental; the car must have been sabotaged by Aoyama Xiu Xin, the bastard, while she was distraught.

All the coincidences were actually premeditated!

"If you feel comfortable saying so, it doesn’t bother me," replied Aoyama Xiu Xin, indifferent to her perspective.

After all, it wasn’t him who would be embarrassed.

Ueda Hanon glared at him fiercely.

Aoyama Xiu Xin seriously considered her feelings, "Just say because Hattori Si misunderstood that you were cheating, you were so heartbroken that you decided to just break everything and had relations with me. At this point, you have no choice but to opt for divorce."

"Ah, it can only be this way," sighed Ueda Hanon, still somewhat ashamed of the infidelity.

Feeling a bit warm, Aoyama Xiu Xin rolled down the window to let the cool breeze in. "What will you do about Hattori Si?"

"Regardless of everything, we were once husband and wife. It’s best to part on good terms. I just want my daughter; I’ll give him everything else. Marrying me has been beneficial for him," Ueda Hana replied after pursing her lips.

Aoyama Xiu Xin narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Putting himself in Hattori Si’s shoes, he wouldn’t be content with the situation. After all, a bright future was ruined, and keeping this man around was like having a ticking bomb that could explode at any moment.

But if he had to kill the other party over this matter, that would be too extreme. So he planned to discuss the pros and cons with Ueda Hikaru when he got back and arrange for Hattori Si to be stationed in some remote location.

And he would ensure that Hattori Si was fully compensated, with no worries about food and clothing, and with no hope of promotion, his vendetta and ambition would fade over time.

As Ueda Hanon had said, Hattori Si ultimately hadn’t lost out in this marriage; he had gone from being a guard to a third-rate lieutenant colonel and achieved financial independence.

Aoyama Xiu Xin might have been well-intentioned, however, Hattori Si, the ticking bomb, was already primed to explode.

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