Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister

In the early hours of the morning, a gathering of Ozawa Ichiro's inner circle had just ended, and by the time he returned home, Ozawa Hideomi had been waiting at his place for quite a while.

"Mr. Ozawa, sorry to keep you waiting, that bunch didn't let me slip away easily," said Koizumi Ichiro, his face flushed and tipsy, as he tugged at his tie.

Ozawa Hideomi quickly stepped forward to help his somewhat unsteady steps towards the sofa, "I haven't been here long, and besides, there's nothing much going on tonight."

After Koizumi Ichiro sat down, he poured him a glass of water, behaving as if this were his own home.

"What did the Prime Minister say?" Koizumi Ichiro asked vaguely after taking a sip from the glass and then collapsing back into the sofa with his eyes closed.

"He wants me to investigate in secret first," Ozawa Hideomi replied and then added, "I happened to run into Aoyama Xiu Xin when I left the Prime Minister's residence."

"Oh?" Koizumi Ichiro opened his eyes.

Ozawa Hideomi continued, "I think the Prime Minister might tell Aoyama Xiu Xin about this matter."

"Not might, will definitely," Koizumi Ichiro chuckled lightly, closing his eyes again, "After all, everyone knows Aoyama Xiu Xin is his god-grandson. If a scandal involving his god-grandson breaks out, wouldn't he be implicated? So, he'll definitely question Aoyama Xiu Xin and help him clean up the mess."

"Then why didn't you allow me to have a word with Aoyama Xiu Xin first, and instead report directly to the Prime Minister?" Ozawa Hideomi asked, puzzled.

Anyway, Aoyama Xiu Xin will find out sooner or later.

Wouldn't this offend Aoyama Xiu Xin?

"Because the Prime Minister can make me Prime Minister, Aoyama Xiu Xin cannot," Koizumi Ichiro said candidly to his confidant, "The Prime Minister intends to cultivate me, so I need to show him my loyalty. As for Aoyama Xiu Xin, whether he hates me or likes me, it doesn't matter to me."

He paused here, opening his eyes slightly to a slit, "Moreover, when I become Prime Minister, the first thing I need to resolve is Aoyama Xiu Xin!"

A cold glint flickered in the narrow slit of his eyes.

"Huh? Why is that? Has he offended you, Mr. Xiao Quan?" Ozawa Ichiro asked, looking shocked.

"No, I've had little interaction with him, and during the few meetings, his manners were intact," Koizumi Ichiro shook his head, his eyes deep, "Blame it on him for offending too many people, for too many people wanting him dead."

"After the Prime Minister was discharged from the hospital, anyone with eyes could see his health was deteriorating day by day. I suspect that bullet left him with severe complications, on the verge of death. After all, the doctor who operated on him at that time mysteriously disappeared! So, this is why he started loosening his grip on power and was eager to foster me."

"Otherwise, he would only hold on to power tightly and gradually support his only biological grandson, Yanchuan Xianyou. How could it be this easy for me?"

"Once he's dead, as his political successor, his enemies will transfer their hatred for him onto me. I'm meant to make Japan great again; I don't have time to waste on sparring with these people. So, while taking care of Yanchuan Xianyou, I need to eliminate the Yanchuan Family's top henchman, Aoyama Xiu Xin. This way, I won't appear ungrateful and can resolve the conflicts with the opponents the Prime Minister left behind."

"Although Aoyama Xiu Xin personally has no grudges against me, for the sake of internal unity and under my leadership, to better build the country and revive Japan, he must be sacrificed. After all, most offenses made by the Yanchuan Family were done by him."

It wasn't only Koizumi Ichiro who suspected, given Yanchuan Shilang's visibly weakening body, coupled with the disappearance of Doctor Musashi, that many people doubted his physical condition. However, no one dared openly question it.

Even the two main opponents of Yanchuan Shilang, Ozawa Ichiro and Hatanaka Zizi, didn't make an issue out of it. Because as long as Yanchuan Shilang refused to cooperate with an examination, it was hard to obtain substantial evidence.

"So it is. Mr. Xiao Quan, you truly think ten steps ahead; thoughtful and strategic!" Ozawa Hideomi expressed sudden understanding, then said, "Should I wait for the Prime Minister's next instructions?"

He believed Aoyama Xiu Xin would undoubtedly confess to Yanchuan Shilang when questioned. After all, confessing would mean Yanchuan Shilang would protect him, so there was no rush to investigate on his own terms. Better to wait for new instructions from Yanchuan Shilang.

"Mmm." Koizumi Ichiro nodded, also feeling that Aoyama Xiu Xin would confess, "Probably by tomorrow morning, our Prime Minister will have new directives for us."

.........

"Daddy, Daddy, time to get up."

In the morning, Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by Aoyama Tianze and Hironari Aoyama crawling all over him.

Aoyama Tianze, at two and a half, was like a child of four or five, and Hironari Aoyama, at one, could already walk and talk, showing just how excellent Aoyama Xiu Xin's genes were as a father.

He was given another life with such superior genetics, it would be selfish not to act as a stud, spreading excellent human beings.

Therefore, he must have lots of kids in this lifetime.

And he mustn't wear protection.

To be true to the heavens and all humankind.

"Where's Mom?" Aoyama Xiu Xin, woken up, sat up and cradled the two kids, asking.

Little tigerish Hironari Aoyama wriggled restlessly in his embrace, "Waiting for Dad to have breakfast."

"We're hungry!" shouted Aoyama Tianze.

"Alright, Daddy's getting up now." Aoyama Xiu Xin tossed the two onto the bed and went to wash up and get dressed.

Once dressed neatly, even his hairstyle meticulously groomed, he carried the two kids downstairs for breakfast.

Aoyama Haruko and Asai Ayumi were already sitting at the table. Aoyama Haruko, staying at home with the kids, wore a nightgown, the thin material clinging to the round, full figure, elegantly curvaceous, gentle yet sexy.

Asai Ayumi wore a police uniform, slightly fuller after childbirth, making the uniform bulge impressively. The fabric of the pants was tight when sitting, the rounded hips like ripe peaches, juicy and tempting.

The two women, with contrasting temperaments, sat side by side at the table, making the sumptuous breakfast seem unappealing in comparison to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Mommy." "Mommy."

Aoyama Tianze and Hironari Aoyama clawed and struggled in their father's arms, and once he set them down, they immediately stumbled toward their respective mothers.

"These little guys are getting heavier."

Aoyama Xiu Xin commented offhandedly as he walked over and sat down.

"Yes, they grow much faster than other kids their age." Aoyama Haruko also couldn't understand this.

She was initially uneasy about her son's exaggerated development until seeing Hironari Aoyama born with the same traits, only then did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Asai Ayumi checked her watch and gave Aoyama Xiu Xin a glance, "Hurry up and eat, Chief, or thanks to you, I'm going to be late for work too."

"It's fine, as the boss, I approve your tardiness," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a grin.

Aoyama Tianze looked up with an eager face, "Daddy and Aunt Ling are both police officers?"

"Yes." Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled slightly, ruffling his hair as he said: "Daddy and your Aunt Ling are both serving the people as police, in the future, you and your brother should also be civil servants to serve the people. Our Aoyama family has served the public for generations."

The Aoyama family's generational service to the people is truly touching.

"Mmm, mmm, when I grow up, I'll definitely study hard to become a civil servant like Daddy," Aoyama Tianze said, his small face serious as he nodded.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily, rubbing his head, "Silly son, when you grow up, you won't need to test; you'll already be a civil servant because your dad passed the test."

He had worked so hard, if his son also had to work so hard to succeed, what was the meaning of his efforts? The transmission of power and the channels of AIDS are the same: blood, sex, and mother-child.

Aoyama Tianze, despite being far more advanced than children his age, still didn't understand this, staring blankly at his father.

Aoyama Xiu Xin just chuckled, offering no explanation.

Some things would naturally become clear when he grew up.