Chapter 835

Let's do it!

After Uesugi Muneyuki communicated with Ozawa Sumiko, he immediately called Minami.

"I need cross-jurisdictional authorization from the Police Department, targeting Kyoto."

"Alright." Minami Ojou-sama replied indifferently.

Uesugi Muneyuki needs an imperial edict; our household will write one for you right away.

The second call was to Prosecutor Kanjou Wataru of the Special Mission Division Prosecutor's Liaison System.

"Kanjou, I need an arrest warrant. Charges are instigation of murder, organized crime, and fraud. The target will appear in Kyoto in three days; I need to have the warrant in hand before then."

Prosecutor Kanjou Wataru of the Prosecutor's Liaison System flipped through several pages on the other end of the phone, his voice calm and unhurried: "Is the evidence chain complete? Uesugi Chief, it's best to have sufficient…… the court will find it easier to explain afterward."

"Testimonies from five accomplices, DNA matching, social media records, and chat logs from encrypted communication software. Complete."

"I'll handle communication with the Supreme Prosecutor's Office. You write a summary and give it to me within two hours."

"Fifteen minutes."

Two hours later, Kanjou Wataru appeared in the hallway of the Supreme Public Prosecutors Office.

His briefcase contained the twenty-page summary written by Uesugi Muneyuki in forty minutes—not because he writes slowly, but because he wants to ensure every word can withstand scrutiny from the seasoned prosecutors at the Supreme Prosecutors Office. Kanjou Wataru sat in the lounge of the Supreme Public Prosecutors Office for forty minutes; when he came out, his briefcase contained an additional arrest warrant stamped with a red seal. The charge column read: Yi Ren instigation, organized crime's swift falcon, sheep deception. Arrest target: Ye Lai Hui.

That same afternoon, Minami personally entered the Police Department, wearing a dark blue suit dress, her hair tied in a low ponytail, her expression cold as porcelain, her high-heeled shoes clicking with each step.

She sat in a windowless conference room for twenty minutes.

When she emerged, Minami held an additional authorization document—cross-jurisdictional emergency arrest authorization—bearing the seals of Criminal Division Chief Mouri Takayoshi and Security Department Chief Shinzou Kamiya of the Police Department.

Today's Japanese police have only two clouds above their heads, two dark clouds.

One dark cloud is called Uesugi, the other is called Watanabe.

By this point, all legal procedures are complete.

What remains is to go to Kyoto, and when that woman stands before three hundred women, eloquently discussing "how women can master their own fate," to slap the handcuffs of fate onto her wrist.

"Depart!" Uesugi Muneyuki said to the Special Mission Division team.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

Three days later, Kyoto.

In late October, Kyoto's maple leaves had just begun to turn red, the Kamo River's surface reflected the autumn sky, tourists were fewer than during summer's fireworks season, but the area around Shijo Street and Kawaramachi remained crowded.

Ye Lai Hui's lecture was scheduled in a high-end hotel conference hall in Sakyo Ward, Kyoto City, starting at 2:00 PM and lasting three hours. Tickets had long sold out; three hundred seats, each priced at 28,000 yen.

The venue was exquisitely arranged—white floral arrangements, soft lighting, behind the podium a massive LED screen scrolling slogans like "Female Awakening; Self-Grasp 〈Life Temple Child〉" and similar.

At 1:40 PM, three hundred women had already filled the venue. Among them were teenage girls in their teens, middle-aged housewives in their forties and fifties, office ladies in professional suit dresses, and young mothers pushing baby strollers.

Every face bore a devout, anticipatory glow—just like believers awaiting their prophet.

Ye Lai Hui was preparing backstage.

She wore an ivory-white dress, over which she draped a light gray cashmere cardigan, her hair curled into large waves, loosely draped over her shoulders. Her makeup artist was touching up her makeup, her assistant was finalizing the PPT order. She picked up a cup of warm water, took a small sip, set it down, and glanced at herself in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror, thirty-four years old, looked under thirty. Her skin was well-maintained, no fine lines at the corners of her eyes, lips full, eyes bright. No one could read from this face the anxiety, vomiting, and moral self-reproach in those late-night memos.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the makeup room door, and walked to the podium.

Light shone on her body. Three hundred women clapped simultaneously. She smiled, raised one hand, gently swayed it, signaling everyone to quiet down. The applause gradually faded, the venue lights dimmed, and the LED screen displayed her name—"Ye Lai Hui"—and her slogan: "Fortunate World Prosper, Self-Grasp Heart Storehouse."

She began to speak.

Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a river flowing slowly under sunlight.

"Minami-san of Kyoto! Good afternoon, everyone!"

"Oh Oh Oh!"

Here, please allow me to greet everyone. I miss you all dearly~All the young mistresses and elder aunts, how auspicious! Hey, have you eaten yet? How are you? 「Hey, you too, you are auspicious」A wave of laughter and whispered chatter came from below.

"Look at this figure, this bearing—Ye Lai-san at first glance is clearly one of our old Kyoto folk; this is called genuine."

"Go away, go away, how this stinky outsider, pretending to be some Kyoto thing?"

"Yo, isn't this the Ai Shaoye from the Kamo River side? You also came to listen to this?"

"Ai Shaoye, come take a look—this big red person, how exactly does she differ from other old Kyoto folks?"

"Hello everyone, I am Ye Lai Hui. Today we will discuss a topic—how women should protect themselves, how to no longer suffer hurt in love and marriage……"

Her PPT turned to the third page, which displayed a chart titled "Male Psychological Weak Points." She was about to elaborate when the back door of the venue was pushed open.

Not pushed open—it was pulled open from outside, slowly and steadily, making no sound. But once the door opened, the person who walked in caused several front-row audience members to involuntarily turn their heads.

Uesugi Muneyuki walked in front.

He wore a dark gray three-piece suit, the vest buttons fastened precisely, a dark red tie, and a corner of a white handkerchief peeked from his chest pocket.

His face showed no expression, but the aura of "this person's arrival means no good will come" enveloped the entire venue from the moment he entered. Sugi come! Sugi come!

The name Uesugi can stop a child's night crying!

Behind him followed Okada Masayoshi, Nango Yui, Ikeda Erena, Date Nagamune, Maeda Toshihide.

Six people, six pairs of leather shoes, stepping on the conference hall carpet, making no sound, yet the three hundred women's gazes, like drawn by a magnet, unanimously shifted from the podium to those six.

"Thief again causing which ruckus?"

"Tokyo folks, why come to our Kyoto to beg for mercy? Still not hurry up and go home?"

"Don't spout nonsense—Uesugi Lord is of the Fujiwara Kanju-ji lineage, true-born Kyoto folk!"

"Turns out Uesugi is our genuine Kyoto folk—no wonder this erudition, this strength, this grandeur—so genuine!"

"Uesugi is so handsome! Our household brought the authentic braised intestines from Xiao Chang Chen, the true flavor, really topped the hat, also don't know if Uesugi Lord will give face, later evening come to our house for a drink?"

Ye Lai Hui's voice paused. Her gaze swept over three hundred heads, landing on those six.

Her pupils contracted slightly, then her smile returned, blooming again as she continued speaking.

……so, we must learn to identify unsuitable relationships, learn to protect ourselves before harm comes…"

Uesugi Muneyuki did not wait for her to finish speaking.

He walked up the steps on the side passage, each step neither hurried nor slow, his leather shoes making a steady, rhythmic sound on the steps: "Pause for a moment, alright, Ms. Night Come Hui?"

Night Come Hui's smile froze for an instant, her gaze shifting from Uesugi Muneyuki's face to his hands—one by one—his hands held no gun, no handcuffs, only a sheet of paper folded into thirds.

She recognized that paper.

She had seen it countless times on the television drama Hand of God.

Arrest warrant.

"Ms. Night Come Hui." Okada Masayoshi's voice was not loud, but the entire hall heard it clearly, for the microphone had fortuitously captured his voice, transmitting it from the speakers, low and clear: "On suspicion of instigating murder, organizing crime, and fraud, I arrest you by law. This is the arrest warrant. You have the right to remain silent; you may retain counsel."

"But now, please come with us."

He unfolded the arrest warrant, held it before his chest, so that Night Come Hui and the three hundred women could simultaneously see that red seal.

The hall fell silent for a full three seconds.

Then, the three hundred women spoke at once, the hall filled with a low, buzzing din like a swarm of bees.

"What All-Woman Ten Thousand Soul Banner? Shut up!" Maeda Toshihide covered her ears.

Someone stood up, someone pulled out a mobile phone to begin recording, someone covered their mouth, someone shouted loudly, "Who are you?" "On what grounds do you arrest the teacher?" "Is this a mistake?"

Night Come Hui stood in place, still gripping the microphone in her hand.

Her lips trembled slightly, but her body did not retreat a single step.

She gazed into Uesugi Muneyuki's eyes; those eyes held no anger, no hatred, not even any emotion—only a sense of release and a difficult-to-describe expression.

"On what grounds?" she asked, her voice transmitted from the speakers, carrying a hint of tremor, yet still resolute.

Uesugi Muneyuki did not answer.

Ikeda Erena approached from behind, pulling handcuffs from her pocket.

Night Come Hui looked at that pair of silver metal rings, then suddenly smiled, relieved: "So fast—even with Uesugi, this is too quick?" "Alright, I'll go with you." She said, placing the microphone on the podium, extending both hands.

The handcuffs clicked shut on her wrists with a "clack." Three hundred women's phones simultaneously recorded this scene.

Thirty minutes later, the news "Great Female Mentor Night Come Hui Arrested" topped Twitter's trending list.

One hour later, all televisions rolled the footage—one after another—a woman in ivory-white dress stood on the podium, hands cuffed, behind her a massive LED screen, the screen still glowing with the words "Male Psychological Weak Point."

Public opinion in the first few hours was explosively one-sided anger.

Not anger at Night Come Hui, but anger at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Metropolitan Police Department cross-regional enforcement! Where shall Kyoto Prefectural Police save face?"

"A mentor teaching women's independence arrested? There must be a political scandal behind this!"

"Teacher Night Come Hui has helped how many women? On what grounds arrest her?"

"Those men in the Metropolitan Police Department can't bear to see women stand up!"

The telephones at Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters were blown up.

The Kyoto Headquarters Chief, at the press conference, darkened his face and said one sentence: "We express regret over the Metropolitan Police Department's cross-regional law enforcement actions," but when reporters pressed, "Was there no prior communication?" he fell silent.

Silence was the answer; clearly, the Special Mission Division had not coordinated with them.

The reporters were excited as if they had smelled blood on sharks—the conflict between the Metropolitan Police Department and Kyoto Prefectural Police, more newsworthy than a female mentor's arrest!

But the Special Mission Division responded to no media inquiries.

They remained silent for a full four hours.

Four hours later, the Metropolitan Police Department convened a temporary press conference; for a time, hundreds of media outlets rushed in!

Minami Ojou-sama stood above, the large screen behind her lighting up. She said nothing, merely pressing the play button.

"All your questions will be answered here!"