Chapter 323

At nightfall, a vast army of police gathered from all directions, suddenly appearing on one side of Kabukicho.

Watanabe Eiji, wearing the uniform of a Superintendent General with four stars on his shoulders, stood among the sea of uniformed and suit-clad police, his hair beneath the navy cap and the medal on his chest gleaming coldly under the emergency lights.

In the Japanese police hierarchy, the highest rank in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is Superintendent General, denoted by four gold stars on the shoulders; the only higher rank is the Commissioner of the National Police Agency, with five stars, but the Commissioner is generally regarded as a "bureaucrat" rather than a "police officer," so aside from wearing the five-star uniform for a ceremonial photo upon taking office, they almost always wear civilian suits.

The official residence puppet of the current National Police Agency Commissioner, Tamaru Junjun, is merely a signatory; all real authority in the agency lies in the hands of Chief Xiao Ye Guan Chang, who never wears a police uniform, only suits.

The sudden raid by the Superintendent General caught Kabukicho off guard; many shops thought, "What is the Metropolitan Police Department up to this time? We received no notice!"

Likewise, the large number of foreign tourists on the street curiously gazed on, finding the scene amusing, while the middle-aged men in Western suits and leather shoes and the male hosts and hostesses on the street corners panicked, desperately dodging, with some immediately shutting down; outside the pachinko parlor, clearly identifiable yakuza members with tattoos and bald old men hastily bowed, fearful of attracting police attention.

For a moment, every sound and shadow seemed like an enemy.

Uesugi Muneyuki, leading the Special Mission Unit, was mixed within the police ranks; after resting half a day, his spirits had greatly improved, and due to Watanabe Minami's special status and the Special Mission Unit being the flagship division of the Metropolitan Police Department, their position was quite close to Watanabe Eiji, and taking this opportunity, he finally got a full view of the Superintendent General's bearing.

After his successful reappointment, Watanabe Eiji was full of vigor; at under fifty-two years old, he still belonged to the young and capable faction in Japan, and behind him, the criminal investigation units formed a suit-clad detective corps that followed closely, the thunderous sound of leather shoes striking the ground rolling like wind and thunder, unstoppable as a rushing river, each face grim, ready at any moment to move out and bring evil to justice.

Beside Watanabe Eiji, the public security police formed a protective formation; this group was alert, visibly armed, carefully scanning their surroundings, constantly wary of whether thugs or yakuza members might try to make the Superintendent General "broaden his mind" or "expand his heart," after all, unlike other places, Kabukicho has long been a key security management zone teeming with yakuza and gangsters, impossible like a National Diet member speaking in a long-peaceful region where someone could fire a shot without understanding what happened, then be hit by a second.

Ahead and to the sides, the Organized Crime Division officers advanced like precision gears along the street, inspecting love hotels, pachinko parlors, adult entertainment venues, and host clubs one by one; amid the division's angry shouts, those arrogant yakuza members bowed and scraped like grandsons, nodding and bowing to the department's elders, fearful of these elders grabbing their queues.

There's no helping it—who made you yakuza? Japanese police enforcement is extremely strict, but only yakuza have no human rights.

In the ocean of neon lights, metal detectors swept over the pachinko parlor's steel ball tracks, patrol officers from the box checked the love hotel's guest register, and traffic police ticketed illegally parked vehicles one by one.

Further out, the vast numbers of patrol officers drawn from various prefectural stations, radiating outward like a press roller, crushed everything in their path.

At this moment, the crystal cups in the host club ceased shaking, the female public relations officer's high heels froze on the stairs, and the entire district's clamor was compressed into the rhythm of the police march.

The entire street, all of Kabukicho, was packed with police!

NHK television rushed urgently to the scene to begin filming, on-site reporting,

Surrounded front and back, unstoppable, the successfully reappointed Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji advanced with a blank expression, slowly moving forward, his gaze always fixed ahead.

This scene reminded Uesugi Muneyuki of his first surgery career.

"Watanabe no junshi chun~" Uesugi Muneyuki grasped Watanabe Minami's soft, jade-like hand and couldn't help but sigh: "To serve as an Inspector General is to marry Yin Lihua."

Hey, the Inspector General really is almost identical in authority to the Superintendent General; if there's any difference, it's the Grand Governor of the Nine Gates.

No wonder when Emperor Liu Xiu of the Eastern Han first arrived in Chang'an and saw the Inspector General on parade, he was deeply shaken—truly vast and imposing, immensely majestic and awe-inspiring.

My cheap father-in-law probably also wanted to display his current power through this behavior; logically, the Superintendent General does indeed patrol Kabukicho once a year as routine, but whether advance notice is given, many shops would "voluntarily close" for a day, each side tacitly understanding, just fearing that a real patrol might uncover something.

But Watanabe Eiji is different; my cheap father-in-law wants to show Kabukicho through a sudden strike that I get things done, one by one, but whoever knows who I am—if you're a dragon, you must coil; if you're a tiger, you must crouch; since I came personally, this street must give me face!

Now you know who the boss is, huh?

Recalling what Mai Xuejie said, and looking at Watanabe Minami Ojou-sama beside me, Uesugi Muneyuki couldn't help but smirk.

Who said the Japanese yakuza are finished? Our Japanese yakuza are simply too awesome.

The largest and strongest yakuza in Japan × the 11th generation, Special Mission Unit Chief Watanabe Eiji, and also the yakuza young lady Watanabe Minami is my fiancée.

This society is truly too dark.

Hmm?

At this moment, Uesugi Muneyuki's grudge, Hironaka Mariko suddenly appeared, communicating through soul exchange and saying:

【Uesugi! I sensed it! Saijo Yasue is nearby, she has appeared!!!】

【What?! Are you sure?】Uesugi Muneyuki's pupils suddenly constricted, he hurriedly asked.

【I'm sure, she's nearby! I felt it!】Hironaka Mariko pointed to a nearby street not far off,

A corner cowboy club "anonTokyo": 【Right there! And her aura is growing stronger!】

【Growing stronger means she's killing!】Uesugi Muneyuki's face tightened, he thought Saijo Yasue this dog scum, how is she so persistently lurking!

This time I must execute heavenly punishment on her!

Watanabe Minami Ojou-sama was originally holding hands with Uesugi Muneyuki, enjoying the beautiful scenery of Kabukicho, inhaling the air mixed with the charred aroma of yakitori stalls, perfume base, and cigarette smoke, when suddenly she felt Uesugi Muneyuki's large hand tighten, pinching her until it hurt a little: "Muneyuki, what's wrong?"

"I detected the corpse, I smelled the corpse's odor." Uesugi Muneyuki said blankly.

"Huh?! Now, are you sure? Are you serious?" Watanabe Minami Ojou-sama was stunned by Uesugi Muneyuki's words, she opened her mouth wide, looking at the prosperous scene of Kabukicho's sea river peace and clear, four seas rising in peace.

"Minami, do you believe me?" Uesugi Muneyuki asked, lowering his head.

"—. If it were someone else, I'd step on his face with one foot, but if it's you, Muneyuki......" Watanabe Minami Ojou-sama pressed her lips, her face showing a waver: "Where? You take the people first, I'll go tell my father."

"Good!" After gaining Watanabe Minami's support, Uesugi Muneyuki suddenly shouted at those around him: "Everyone! Come over!"

"???" The many criminal detectives and public security officers from the department beside him thought, Uesugi Shougenshou, what are you up to again?

"A murder case occurred nearby!" Uesugi Muneyuki gestured for you all to follow me: "Right here, hurry!"

After saying that, Uesugi Muneyuki was the first to run out.

In the Special Mission Unit, Okada Kai and Eirina heard Uesugi Muneyuki's order without hesitation and immediately followed, while the four inspectors—Kousaka Shiratori, Shimano, Itami—from Criminal Investigation Division 1 also hardly hesitated: "Follow Uesugi!

Follow Uesugi!"

Those left behind were the public security and Organized Crime Division officers, who hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, we'll come along and see."

Thus, Uesugi Muneyuki's shout brought over a hundred police to follow.

"Oh oh oh? Is this some special drill?" Around, more passersby and tourists curiously gathered, still finding it interesting; NHK also thought it was fun, specifically moving a camera position to film.

The neon sign on the anonTokyo doorplate was flashing; the people here seemed unresponsive to external events, and the PR officer soliciting at the door urgently ducked into the club due to the Metropolitan Police Department's appearance.

Uesugi Muneyuki pushed the club door, found it wouldn't open, so he stepped back a few steps, gathered strength.

Spirit Bullet!

Thus, in everyone's view, Uesugi Muneyuki punched open the club door.

However, after Hironaka Mariko drained all his spiritual power, Uesugi Muneyuki barely managed to use the Spirit Bullet, only feeling his eyes go dark, seeing golden stars, and nearly falling from the steps after a few kneeling steps.

But at this point, no one paid attention to Uesugi Muneyuki's condition anymore.

From the opened club door drifted an extremely strong smell of iron rust, which experienced police naturally knew was one thing—bloodiness!

On the scarlet carpet, splattered blood droplets revealed, at a glance, a host lying in a pool of blood, head and body separated, already dead!

Moreover, as the police were astonished, another male host with dyed yellow hair tumbled down the second-floor stairs, gurgling and splattering scalding blood, landing on the first floor, eyes wide open, only extreme terror in his gaze.

???!!!!

This scene shocked the police at the crime scene.

Holy shit?! Is this real?!

Isn't this a drill? This really isn't a drill?

"Help!!!" The cry for help from upstairs reminded the House of Representatives.

It's real!