"What you've done is an insult to the very words 'good person.'"
Hayashi Irumi looked at Gu Sheng. He looked about her age, but according to his file, he was a year younger.
Even just sitting there, he exuded an air of unrestrained swagger.
She had only recently joined the Criminal Investigation Bureau and mainly handled criminal cases, while organized crime fell under another department.
Even so, she knew what the Sumiyoshi-kai was.
Japan's third-largest yakuza organization, with over twenty-five thousand members, nearly ten thousand of them in Tokyo alone.
Yet in less than half a month, almost all its senior leaders had been wiped out, with casualties approaching two thousand.
This was Tokyo, yet a gang war on such a massive scale had broken out.
And this man still swaggered in and out of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
"Prejudice!" Gu Sheng spread his hands, then leaned back in his chair.
"I'm a Hong Kong Island Good Citizen and an honorary police officer in Thailand! Tell me, am I a good person or not?"
Gu Sheng thought about it and decided he ought to get an honor from Macau Island, then go to Malaysia and snag himself a Datuk title.
"Can you sleep soundly at night?" Hayashi Irumi couldn't resist the sarcasm.
"I'm an upright man. I eat well and sleep well. Why wouldn't I sleep soundly? Even fortune-tellers say I'll live to a hundred!" Gu Sheng laughed, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
Then he told Hayashi Irumi, "You don't understand this world! You don't even understand society!"
"You're a cop yourself, but do you think the police can wipe out gangs? Take out one batch, and another crops up. They're like weeds. You can never cut them all down!"
"We've been working hard at it!"
"Working