"Alright."

Xiu Xin said.

Hearing this, the panicked crowd immediately fumbled, dropping Oda Hidehiko's corpse. The moment it hit the ground, some blood splattered onto their pant legs, causing them to scream and back away.

"It's just a dead person, what's there to be afraid of?" Xiu Xin said with disdain as he pursed his lips.

Everyone felt a chill run up their spines; your nonchalance about the dead is what's truly abnormal!

They were now completely tied to the Yanchuan Family, with no say in their future treatment, entirely reliant on whether Xiu Xin had any conscience.

"Camera," Xiu Xin said, kicking Oda Hidehiko's body aside and gesturing.

Tangong Huizi handed him the digital camera.

"Hmm, the photo is clear, but the composition lacks artistry," Xiu Xin said, flipping through the photos with a serious demeanor as he suggested, "Why not take another shot? This might be the only chance in your life to take such a photo, you won't have it again in the future."

"No, no, no! Enough, enough!" Everyone's mouths twitched as they shook their heads like rattles.

They never wanted such an opportunity again.

"Sigh, alright," Xiu Xin shrugged regretfully, "I respect your wishes."

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. One of them cautiously asked, "Minister Aoyama, stop looking at the photos, how should Oda Hidehiko's body be handled?"

As everyone knows, killing isn't hard; destroying the evidence is, especially since Oda Hidehiko was an influential politician, he couldn't just disappear without a trace.

"Do you know what the most important thing in life is?" Xiu Xin asked, raising his head.

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding why he suddenly asked such an unrelated question.

Suddenly, Tanben Yifu had an extremely terrifying thought, shivered, and tentatively answered in a trembling voice, "Is it the heat?"

"Wow!"

The whole room was in an uproar, everyone looked at Xiu Xin in horror—was he planning to cook Oda Hidehiko's body? That's just insane!

"It's obedience!" Xiu Xin corrected with a dark expression, cursing inwardly, what do these guys think of me? He calmly said, "You don't need to ask how to do it, just do as I say."

"Yes!" The fourteen congressmen responded like obedient schoolchildren in front of Xiu Xin.

There was no other choice, encountering a lunatic was frightening enough, and this lunatic had evidence of their murder.

Seeing their obedient demeanor, Xiu Xin nodded in satisfaction and slowly explained in a calm tone, "Next, do this... then this, and then this. Understand?"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded in unison, relieved that Xiu Xin had a comprehensive follow-up plan—it was clear he had extensive experience with such matters.

Xiu Xin had no idea they were maliciously speculating about him, he took the camera and walked out.

"I'll leave first, make sure to handle what I assigned you, if you mess up, you'll suffer as well."

"Yes!" The crowd bowed respectfully to see him off.

Only after his footsteps faded did they rise one after another, letting out a heartfelt sigh of relief, exchanging glances and seeing gratitude in each other's eyes.

Tonight had been intensely thrilling.

Fortunately, the oldest among them wasn't even fifty, or else a few might have collapsed.

Tanben Yifu looked at Tangong Huizi, saying with a bitter smile, "President Tangong, you've found quite the ally, we've all suffered because of you."

"Exactly, if I'd known dealing with you South Koreans was this tough, I'd have gladly remained a Deputy Mayor for life instead of taking your money."

"We were penny-wise and pound-foolish, and now we're being held to ransom with no control over our own fate."

The crowd sighed one after the other.

"You needn't be so pessimistic, Minister Aoyama is ruthless to enemies but treats friends well. Being tied to him might not be such a bad thing," Tangong Huizi said, bracing herself.

She felt bitter herself; these were initially her group's strengths, and now, after tonight's upheaval, they all belonged to Xiu Xin.

Sowing gold only for others to reap.

The consolation was that she was allied with Xiu Xin, so they were still considered part of her group.

Tanben Yifu sighed, "In this situation, we can only hope for the best from him."

After all, they had no active control now.

Upon leaving the hot spring inn, they returned to Tokyo in the middle of the night, but due to the urgency and importance of the matter, Xiu Xin still woke up his godfather.

"Xiu Xin, what's happened that you're in such a hurry?"

Yanchuan Shilang, who was woken up, washed his face before coming downstairs. Without any sign of irritation, he looked at Xiu Xin on the sofa and inquired in a calm and gentle tone.

In fact, he felt a bit annoyed inside, but he didn't show it. After all, Xiu Xin wouldn't have woken him if it wasn't something important. If he showed dissatisfaction because of this, wouldn't it make others feel disheartened?

"Grandfather." Xiu Xin stood up and bowed, then slowly said, "Tonight, I arranged a meeting with people from the South Korea Association in Japan to convey your intentions, but unexpectedly something happened, Oda Hidehiko..."

He selectively recounted the events.

He mainly concealed the issue about the photograph, implying that Tanben Yifu and the fourteen others were loyal to him with the Yanchuan Family as his backing, rather than directly to the Yanchuan Family.

As he spoke, the expression on Yanchuan Shilang's face turned increasingly serious. After Xiu Xin finished speaking, he exhaled and earnestly patted Xiu Xin's shoulder, saying, "Xiu Xin, what you did was right. We mustn't let Oda Hidehiko pass the message to Hatanaka Zizi."

If one falls into the scandal of colluding with foreign forces and taking funds from them, there's no hope of running for Prime Minister, because even if eventually cleared of these accusations, the election would be long over by then, and besides, he wasn't exactly innocent.

"Yes! I just hope my unilateral actions won't bring trouble to you." Xiu Xin said softly.

"You're too humble." Yanchuan Shilang laughed heartily and said, "You even thought of how to make use of the body after the killing, how could that bring trouble to me? This time you've done a great service, and if I win the election, you'll be the top contributor, Xiu Xin!"

"You're too kind, Grandfather. I only did what was within my power, so I don't dare to claim credit. I believe you will surely win the election, but not because of my contributions, rather because the people need you." Xiu Xin bent his waist even lower, flattered in a respectful manner.

Yanchuan Shilang said no more, glancing at the clock on the wall, "Xiu Xin, it's been a hard night for you, go back and rest quickly, it's already late."

"Yes! You should rest soon too, Grandfather." Xiu Xin bowed and said, then turned and left.

After getting in the car, Xiu Xin initially thought of having Jin Yucheng drive him home. However, realizing his sister-in-law and children were likely already asleep, he figured making noise might wake them up.

"To Suzuki Junko's place."

After a moment of contemplation, Xiu Xin said.

Find a place to stay the night, and at the same time, gather some information from Suzuki Junko about her father, Suzuki Daohiro's recent situation.

"Yes!" Jin Yucheng had an excellent memory, remembering every place Xiu Xin had visited.

Even though they hadn't been to Suzuki Junko's residence for over a year, he still didn't take the wrong route.

Suzuki Junko lived in an apartment, and as Xiu Xin saw from downstairs, the lights in her place were still on. After getting upstairs and ringing the doorbell.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

The door quickly opened, and seeing who it was, Suzuki Junko seemed a bit surprised, "Mr. Aoyama, why are you here?"

Besides her surprise, she felt a bit of delight.

"Can't I come?" Xiu Xin stepped forward directly, squeezing his way in, noticing her uniform was still on, he asked, "Just got off work?"

"Yes." Suzuki Junko sighed, casually saying, "Have a seat first, I'll go change clothes."

"Don't change yet." Xiu Xin held onto her.

He particularly liked women in uniforms, as it gave them a beauty of diligent work and uncomplaining commitment.

Suzuki Junko's prosecutor uniform was a black suit, outlining her curvy figure vividly, and the sacred badge on her chest gave her an appearance that was both dignified and tantalizingly defilable.

"I'm really tired." She said helplessly.

Xiu Xin picked her up in his arms, heading to the bedroom familiarly, "Then let me handle the exertion."

He was like a fully automated machine.

After over a year, Suzuki Junko once more experienced how deeply Xiu Xin could engage, reaching into her soul.

After the passion, exhausted, she lay in Xiu Xin's arms, slightly panting, her face flushed.

Her uniform was still on, just the collar a bit messy, and the badge on her chest was stained.

Once it's washed tomorrow, no one would ever imagine what her sacred badge had been stained with.

"Junko, how's your father lately?" Xiu Xin asked after she had rested for a while.

Suzuki Junko rolled her eyes, "So long since we've met, concerned about my dad before caring for me?"

"Didn't I already show concern earlier?" Xiu Xin replied with a cheeky smile, "So, how is your dad?"

"Not good." Suzuki Junko shook her head, sighed, and said, "The old Chief Prosecutor retired, and he originally thought that the position of Chief Prosecutor was in his pocket, everyone in the local prosecution office thought so, but unexpectedly, Kiyohiro Tobita parachuted in, leaving him frustrated. He's been busy fighting against Kiyohiro Tobita for this half year."

Xiu Xin understood, "Arrange a meeting with your father for me, I want to discuss how to take down Kiyohiro Tobita and help him become the Chief Prosecutor."

"Really? Are you sure?" Suzuki Junko suddenly got excited, sitting up and staring at Xiu Xin with bright eyes, afraid he might be joking.

After being influenced by Xiu Xin, she was no longer the naive, justice-driven rookie prosecutor she once was. If her father could become Chief Prosecutor, the benefits for her as his daughter would be enormous.

Xiu Xin nodded, "Some things have no certainty if not attempted, but once done, there's half a chance."

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