The Case

Ouin Chiyoka was on a long-distance call with an elder.

Another part of Shinjuku District.

Inside a police station in Kabukicho.

A woman dressed expensively, with a beautiful appearance, was tearfully embracing a beautiful young girl in a long black dress.

Not far from them.

A handsome, mature-looking middle-aged man was furiously yelling at over a dozen bodyguards:

"I want them dead!!"

"I want all those bastards who dared to kidnap my daughter to die!!"

The surrounding police officers were all pretending to be deaf.

Even though the middle-aged man directly stated he wanted certain people dead, they didn't dare to respond.

After all, even the police chief was beside him, trying his best to placate him with a smile.

What else could they do?

Of course, pretend they were deaf and knew nothing...

After the middle-aged man vented his rage and calmed down a bit.

The police chief, still smiling apologetically, said:

"Mr. Gengetsu, please calm down first."

"We have identified the gangsters who dared to kidnap your daughter. Some of them are already dead, and the remaining ones... uh... are worse off than dead... In short, we need to thank that... um... Samaritan, uh, that... never mind, here is the current case file."

As he spoke.

The police chief, who didn't know whether to call the perpetrator a perverted killer or a heroic Samaritan, handed the file in his hand to the important figure in front of him.

The middle-aged man, still burning with rage, took the file and glanced at it.

His expression froze.

"?"

His anger turned into confusion and uneasy surprise.

Upon seeing the crime scene photos, he even gasped slightly.

Originally, he had wanted to make those gangsters suffer terribly.

He had even planned to arrange a VIP treatment for them in prison.

But now, thinking about it.

They were already miserable enough...

It even made him feel a little scared.

However.

He still gently handed the file to the bodyguard captain standing by his side.

With a dark expression, he said softly:

"For these survivors, our Gengetsu Group will cover all their hospital expenses from now on. Arrange ten nurses for them, give them nutrient drips on time every day, just make sure they don't die. Then, contact the gangsters we have good relations with and ask how much it would cost to sell the relatives of these people to the primitive small countries to the north. Sell them all for me, even if we have to pay to sell them. I want them to wish they were dead..."

Of course.

He also understood that these gangsters were just insignificant small fries.

His real enemies were those who, due to conflicts of interest, had ordered his daughter's kidnapping.

For a moment.

He began to ponder the subsequent arrangements for his daughter.

After that.

It was time for some basic procedures.

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

While taking the statement.

The police officer asking the questions had clearly thought about his wording many times.

He also understood that this statement was practically useless.

Someone who could tear people apart alive...

Was that someone the police could catch?

According to the forensic report.

Judging by the degree of tearing of the wounds, the perpetrator must have had at least twenty tons of force in one arm.

If we were to actually arrest them.

The forensic department suggested we use heavy firepower.

That's already in the category of needing the army to step in!!

Furthermore.

Twenty tons of force with one arm is just the starting point…

The upper limit is still unknown!

So, if you really must go and arrest them.

It's best to write your will first!

As for the best course of action?

I suggest finding a criminal to shoot you non-fatally, or find a way to break your own leg and then report a work injury to get paid leave while you recover.

In response to the question.

The young girl in the black dress showed no extra expression on her beautiful face.

She coldly replied with a blank expression:

"I saw her."

Then came a series of physical descriptions:

"About 1.7 meters tall."

"Around fifty years old."

"Wearing blue work clothes."

"Round face, lots of pockmarks, and a bit overweight…"

The police officer responsible for drawing the portrait listened and began to sketch diligently.

Then, after he finished.

The girl glanced at the result and nodded with a blank expression:

"Yes, that's exactly how she looked."

"No mistakes."

A little 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 poked his head out and asked:

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

"Miss Gengetsu seems to be lying…"

Then.

Before he could even finish speaking, he was slapped.

"Are you, are you, are you, are you going to look for them yourself???"

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

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

After scolding the other officer.

The police chief quietly said to the surrounding officers:

"Everyone here acts like this never happened!!"

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

Whether or not they had the ability was another matter.

He was quite experienced when it came to self-preservation.

However, before he could finish his lecture, the phone on his waist rang.

Then.

As soon as the call connected, he began to bow and scrape to the person on the other end of the line in front of all his officers.

Full of the helplessness of a socialite.

"Yes, a serious incident did occur in our jurisdiction…"

"Yes, yes…"

"Understood… I understand… Please don't worry…"

As soon as the call ended.

He directly tore up the character drawing in his hand on the spot.

Now, this mess was truly none of his business anymore.

Whatever happens, happens!!

—

The next day.

Nine in the morning.

Inside the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

Xi Shenlian was sitting by the table on the balcony.

He was enjoying the sunshine while leisurely eating delicious food.

Every single one of these dishes had an extremely high price tag.

A month ago.

He wouldn't have been qualified to enjoy them.

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

For example, various kinds of raw seafood.

He never ate seafood in his previous life, let alone raw.

But after more than ten years living as an Eastern Ying person in this life, he had long grown accustomed to these things.

And he could now appreciate their fresh flavor.

No longer feeling sick just from the smell of seafood.

Even as a former pauper, if he were given a large basin of plain white rice without even a drop of soy sauce, he could still eat it all without any pressure.

Being picky about food…

For Xi Shenlian, who was used to poverty in this life, it simply didn't exist!

Poverty cures many ailments.

After all.

Poverty itself is one of the greatest illnesses, automatically overriding many minor issues!

And it's usually incurable.

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

Otherwise.

Life would have lost a lot of its flavor.

Just as he was gnawing on a crab claw the size of his head, shell and all.

Suddenly.

Behind a line of waiters pushing food carts.

A waiter not holding any food quickly moved past the line and reported to Xi Shenlian with a somewhat nervous expression:

"Sir, there are a few people outside your room looking for you. They seem to be from a government department..."

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