Case

Ouin Chiyoka was in the middle of a remote call with her elders.

Somewhere else in Shinjuku District.

Inside a police station in Kabukicho.

A richly dressed, exceedingly beautiful woman was hugging a beautiful girl in a black dress and weeping with excitement.

Not far from them.

A handsome, mature-looking middle-aged man was furiously roaring at more than a dozen bodyguards:

"I want them dead!!"

"I want every one of those bastards who dared kidnap my daughter dead!!"

The police officers nearby were all pretending to be deaf.

Even though the middle-aged man had directly ordered certain people killed, none of them dared respond.

That was because even the police chief was standing beside him, doing his best to smile obsequiously.

What else could they do?

Obviously, they were deaf now and knew nothing...

After the middle-aged man vented his fury and calmed down a little,

the police chief finally smiled obsequiously and said:

"Mr. Gengetsu, please calm down first."

"We've already identified all the gang members who dared kidnap your daughter. Some of them are already dead, while the rest... well... they're living worse than the dead... In any case, we need to thank that... um... vigilante, that, uh... forget it. Here are the current case materials."

By the end,

even the police chief himself didn't know whether to call the other party a murderous psychopath or a vigilante, so he simply handed the materials in his hands to the important figure before him.

The enraged middle-aged man took the materials and glanced through them.

The expression on his face immediately stiffened.

"?"

His expression changed from anger to confusion and uncertainty.

When he saw the photographs taken at the scene, he even drew in a slight breath.

Originally, he had wanted to make those gang members suffer horribly.

He had even planned to arrange an epic VIP package for them in prison.

But now that he thought about it,

they were already suffering enough...

Seeing it even made him feel a little shaken.

Still,

he gently handed the materials to the bodyguard captain waiting beside him.

With an extremely gloomy expression, he said softly:

"As for the hospitalization fees of those few survivors, Gengetsu Group will cover them from now on. Arrange ten nurses for them and give them nutritional injections on schedule every day. In any case, don't let them die. Then contact the gangs on good terms with us and ask how much it would cost to sell this group's relatives and friends to some primitive little country in the north. Sell every last one of them to me. Send them over even if we have to pay extra. I want them all to live worse than death..."

Of course,

he also understood that these gang members were merely insignificant small fry.

His true enemies were the people who had interests in conflict with his own and had ordered the kidnapping of his daughter.

For a moment,

he began making arrangements in his mind for his daughter's future.

After that,

there were some basic procedures.

"Miss Gengetsu, do you remember the appearance of that... uh... vigilante?"

During the statement-taking,

the police officer responsible for asking the questions had repeatedly thought over his wording.

At the same time,

he also understood that this statement was actually completely useless.

Could a group of police officers like them really catch someone capable of tearing a living person apart?

According to the forensic examination,

judging from the extent of the wounds, the culprit's strength in one arm had to be at least twenty tons.

If they really intended to arrest the person,

the forensic department recommended bringing out heavy firepower directly.

That was already a situation requiring the military to get involved!!

Moreover,

twenty tons with one arm was merely the minimum...

The upper limit was still unknown!

Therefore, if they truly had to go after the culprit,

the best course of action would be for everyone to write their wills first!

As for the best of all strategies?

They recommended finding a criminal to shoot them in a nonfatal spot, or finding a way to break their own leg, then filing an injury report and taking paid sick leave.

In response to the question,

the girl in the black dress showed no unnecessary expression on her beautiful face.

She answered coldly and expressionlessly:

"I saw them."

Then came a string of descriptions:

"About one meter seventy tall."

"About fifty years old."

"Wearing blue work clothes."

"Round face, lots of pockmarks, somewhat fat..."

The police officer responsible for the sketching kept moving his pen as he listened.

He began carefully drawing the person's appearance.

Then, after he finished,

the girl merely glanced at the result and nodded expressionlessly:

"Yes, that's what they looked like."

"There's no mistake."

A while later,

after the girl and her family had left,

the police chief casually took the portrait handed over by his subordinate.

Another young police officer craned his neck forward and asked:

"Chief, are we really going to look for someone based on this appearance?"

"Miss Gengetsu seemed to be lying..."

Then,

before he could finish speaking, he was slapped.

"Look, look, look for your ass?"

"Why don't you go look for Godzilla instead???"

"You dare get involved in this kind of mess???"

After cursing him out,

the police chief lowered his voice and said to the surrounding officers:

"All of you, pretend this never happened!!"

"When you report it, just use the information in the statement!!"

Whether he had the ability or not was beside the point.

He was fairly experienced when it came to protecting himself by staying out of trouble.

However, before he could finish lecturing them, the phone at his waist rang.

Then,

as soon as the call began, he started bowing and scraping to the person on the other end in front of all the officers.

He was completely at the mercy of the social order.

"Yes, a serious incident did indeed occur in our jurisdiction..."

"Yes, yes..."

"Understood... I understand... Your subordinate gets it... Please rest assured..."

As soon as the call ended,

he tore the portrait in his hand to shreds on the spot.

This troublesome matter truly had nothing to do with him anymore.

They could do whatever they wanted!!

--

The next day.

Nine in the morning.

Inside the presidential suite of a five-star hotel,

Xi Shenlian was sitting beside the table on the balcony.

He basked in the sunlight while leisurely enjoying delicious food.

Every one of these dishes had an exorbitant price.

A month ago,

he would not have been qualified to enjoy them at all.

Some of the dishes were also the sort he had had no interest in during his previous life.

For example, all kinds of raw seafood.

He had never eaten seafood in his previous life, much less raw seafood.

But after spending more than a decade as a Dongying native in this life, he had long since grown accustomed to these things.

He could even savor their freshness.

He was no longer overwhelmed by discomfort the moment he smelled seafood.

In fact, as a former pauper, even if he were given a huge basin of white rice without so much as a drop of soy sauce, he could still eat it all without the slightest pressure.

Being picky about food...

For Xi Shenlian, who had been poor for most of this life, that simply did not exist!

Poverty could cure a great many ailments.

After all,

poverty itself was the greatest illness of all, and it automatically covered up many minor problems!

And it was usually incurable.

Fortunately, Xi Shenlian had cured himself of this particular ailment.

Otherwise,

life would have held no flavor for him.

Just as he was gnawing on a crab claw the size of a human head, shell and meat together,

suddenly,

behind a line of servers pushing food carts,

a server carrying no food at all quickly passed through the queue and hurried over to Xi Shenlian. Looking somewhat nervous, he reported:

"Sir, there are several people outside your room who want to see you. They seem to be from a government department..."

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