Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 509, Section 86: Boundary Justice and Closing Down
Mie Aki's (Jikki Masaki's) temporary guardian, Mie Funaki, is a lawyer with a small reputation in Tokyo's social circles.

He is particularly good at helping small businesses optimize their long-term employees, helping small business owners evade taxes, and advising mistresses or cheating wives on how to drain their lovers'/husbands' assets.

Most of the cases involved relatively small sums of money, but the success rate was quite high. Thanks to the word-of-mouth of his long-time employees and victims, the nickname "[a suit-wearing wolf in sheep's clothing with no regard for morality]" has become a well-known trademark of this lawyer in the industry.

Ironically, this money-grubbing, seasoned veteran of the cutthroat world of litigation has always lived in an ordinary apartment in Jiangdong District, showing no signs of ever becoming wealthy.

According to publicly available information, his "most expensive" case involved an administrative staff member at the University of Tokyo Hospital who was accused of sexual assault by several female subordinates. He not only saved the staff member from paying 3000 million yen in damages to the plaintiffs, but also countersued two female members of parliament for defamation (who liked posts on Twitter that insulted the staff member). He outmaneuvered the parliamentarians' legal team and helped the staff member win 250 million yen in damages. The jackal lawyer himself also earned more than 100 million yen.

What truly increased Miefune's wealth was the case concerning the bankruptcy of Discipline Heavy Industries three years ago.

According to information provided by Komaba, within six months of handling the bankruptcy case, the lawyer's bank account received an additional 1000 million yen in consultation fees—this lawyer was highly likely involved in the asset transfer operations before the bankruptcy of Mie Aki's father's company. After Mie Aki's father, whose business failed twice, chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building, Mie Funaki took over temporary guardianship of the two boys amidst controversy, and at the same time received 1300 million yen in child support ordered by the court to be managed by him.

Rumors circulated that Miefuneki coveted the Discipline family's inheritance. In reality, the Discipline family, having gone bankrupt repeatedly, had no substantial assets or overseas trust funds to covet, and the government-regulated alimony payments were not something easily embezzled.

In fact, for Miefuneki, taking care of the two brothers from the Jikichi family was not a good business.

A year and a half ago, the eldest son of the Discipline family enrolled in KKIS with the ambition of reviving the Discipline family. His tuition fees could not be advanced from the child support, so the sky-high tuition fee of more than 1000 million yen was paid by Miefuneki.

At the beginning of this year, through Mie Funaki's introduction, Mie Aki went to the basement of a spice warehouse in Edogawa and sold one of her testicles, one kidney, one-third of her liver, two-thirds of her thigh skin, and 1000ml of bone marrow for 6 million yen, and enrolled in KKIS under the name "[Mie Aki]". The remaining 4 million yen for tuition was not raised by selling the family's inheritance, but came from Mie Funaki's bank account and loans.

The enormous investment that plunged Miefumo back into poverty was destined to be a one-way street.

Takishima previously proposed a possibility—that everything Miefuneki did was aimed at destroying the Discipline family. He planned to use the bankruptcy crisis to destroy the president of Discipline, and KKIS to destroy the eldest and second sons of the Discipline family.

Theoretically, it makes sense. Although motivations such as financial speculation, family revival, and revenge are all decided and acted upon by the parties involved, there is room for practical implementation if the planner has sufficient understanding and influence over the parties involved.

So, is there really some grudge between Miefuneki and the Discipline Family?

According to the information provided by Komaba, the lawyer and the bankrupt company president have been close friends since university, which is why Mie Funaki was able to take on the responsibility of temporarily acting as the guardian of the disciplinary brothers. A thorough search of all the records for the rental apartment revealed no conflict of interest or subjective feelings between the two.

Furthermore, this seemingly ruthless man has very little materialism. He has worn the same business suit for over a decade, frequents the most prestigious places, and his lifestyle is as simple as that of a new office worker. More importantly, throughout his nearly 18-year legal career, Mie Funeki has consistently taken on legal aid cases that most lawyers are unwilling to handle, personally funding free defenses for juvenile offenders or representing young orphans in inheritance cases.

This may explain why, despite the unexpected death of Mie Fuyuki's eldest son last year, he was not held accountable by the judicial authorities but continued to serve as Mie Aki's temporary guardian—Mie Fuyuki could find no one in the world closer or more reliable to be his guardian than Mie Fuyuki.

It was this reliable adult who led the boy to sell his organs.
It was this reliable adult who forged various certificates for the organ trafficking organization and was passively provided with clues about the human organ trade in Tokyo to Asama and the others.

In Asama's mind, Miefuneki was perhaps the first person to conflate the words "honesty" and "despicableness." In some situations, he could be considered a gentleman, but in many others, he was a rogue who profited from legal knowledge and a villain counting blood money.

Unfortunately, Miefuneki, a newcomer who had just become familiar with the dirty business, was exposed before he could pay off his debts.

"With a business scale of over 800 transplants, how could the Vietnamese guy's supplier be a lawyer who hasn't even paid off his online loans? These small fry are probably sabotaging each other, arranged by their superiors. So we shouldn't be fussing over procedural justice. Just lock the Vietnamese guy up and torture him for a few days, and he'll confess everything."

Komaba said with a sigh.

Takishima put down his phone, opened the list of administrative staff at the University of Tokyo Hospital on his computer, and said,
"Do you think this lawyer's employer might be the client in this sexual assault case?"

"That director is just a minor figure. Don't think you can follow the trail to find out everything."

"Aren't you a blockchain expert? How do you know there aren't any melons under the vine if you don't trace the source?"

"If the melon belongs to the master, should we tear it down too?" Komaba laughed.

"We don't grow this kind of melon on my land, so feel free to pick it," Asama said indifferently.

"Since you say so, I'll give it another try."

Before Komaba could even make a move, Takishima exclaimed in surprise,
"I don't think we need to ask Komaba to pull it off; it's highly unlikely he'll succeed. The latest news about Miss Rena is that the lawyer's supplier has already been claimed by someone—an inspector from the Organized Crime Control Division of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"The Jackal Lawyer is actually an undercover police officer? A partner of justice?" Komaba exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide.

"Let's not even talk about whether the police can be considered partners of justice now. Didn't you say you investigated everything, even how old Miefune was when she was weaned? Why didn't you know about the undercover operation?" Takishima laughed.

"Search has blind spots in suggestion keywords, and human energy is limited. I'm not a genius with an AI brain like Mr. Hachiman. Computer files, phone, emails, blogs—it would take me several days to roughly scan all that information," Komaba shrugged.

"I think you should play fewer games and update fewer game guides."

"I'm updating once every two weeks now, isn't that a lot?"

"Komaba, people who can't even figure out what's important in life will never grow up~"

"Playing games is the focus of my life. Also, who was it that told Hachiman that 'a man is a boy until he dies'?"

"Isn't that yourself?"

Asama asked,

"What did that inspector say?"

Takishima smiled wryly.
"What else can I say? Last time it was the tail that broke off, this time it might be the claws or the fur, nothing serious. Just like the Japanese government's annual anti-corruption campaign, this superficial investigation is more like a makeover than a cure. Miss Rena will communicate with Lord Kenjiro later, and if there are no problems, we can continue to have people appeal for a thorough investigation."

Komaba chuckled.
"What's the point of appealing? It's just like [wildfire can't burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life], isn't it? Hey~ Takishima Tetsuya, the partner of justice, turns out to be just a lawnmower."

Takishima looked at Komaba with a helpless expression and said regretfully,

"This is my shameful limitation: I can only correct individuals, but I cannot reform a system."

Komaba turned around and leaned against the back of the ergonomic chair, saying...

"There's no inherent superiority of one-target or city-targeting Noble Phantasms. Seriously, if you go and nerf a few of the commanders in Yokohama, the system will generate bugs that we can fix. Don't you think so, Master?"

Asama and Takishima simply rolled their eyes at the hacker boy and didn't take his advice seriously.

"Will we be able to see the news tomorrow?" Asama asked.

"You might see it in the scrolling text messages, but it'll likely be limited to reports about Vietnamese shady brokers," Takishima replied, glancing at his phone.

Hearing Takishima's words, Komaba sneered, "Vietnamese? If they only report this, with the average intelligence of the public, wouldn't their attention immediately shift to foreign immigrants?" "I guess that's what the authorities are thinking. Dividing class contradictions into ethnic contradictions, gender contradictions, regional contradictions, and ideological contradictions, and transforming vertical oppression into horizontal confrontation, has always been convenient and safe."

Takishima sighed and continued,
"On the other hand, this matter has a huge impact. Even if everyone has suspicions, if it is really announced that some of the best hospitals in Japan are using organs from poor people to repair the bodies of rich people, it will undoubtedly cause huge panic."

"Panic? There's no chance of a revolution, what are the Celestial Dragons afraid of? Well, it'll probably be even harder for the Vietnamese to get permanent residency in the future. To be honest, I'd rather have more Vietnamese than Nepalese, Pakistanis, and Indians come to Japan, squeezing out the share of those other people."

Komaba pursed his lips.

"Let's be less prejudiced. The more primitive our way of thinking, the more we like to divide people into different classes based on stereotypes. I know at least three Indians whose IT skills are similar to yours."

After hearing Takishima's words, Komaba's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "I understand, your intelligence officer is an Indian woman?"

Takishima glanced at Komaba, as if he were seeing a Bolshevik who was good at "bang bang bang" degenerate into a bourgeois who only knew how to "shoot shoo shoo shoo".

"Can we get down to business?"

"Didn't your Nijo family already leave things at that? Our actions today are just adding to your future father-in-law's political leverage?"

Takishima nodded, then shook his head regretfully.

Komaba tilted his head and pursed his lips as he glanced at Takishima, as if he were seeing a loyal Bolshevik warrior degenerate into a bourgeois adept at turning against his own side in battle.

"Could it be that the head of the Nijo family is the one in charge of today's operation?"

"If that were the case, I wouldn't have asked Teacher Da to come."

"Putting all that aside, shouldn't you send me one, no, two invitations? Last week you said you'd invite me and Hachiman to your Nijou family's place, but then you abandoned me at the last minute. This time, your Nijou family is hosting a dinner party, and you didn't even send me an invitation. Do you even consider me a friend anymore?"

"I only advise against you wasting your time in these boring situations because I consider you my best friend."

Komaba grinned and said, "I see. You don't consider Hachiman a friend, so you keep wasting his time."

Takishima smiled slightly: "I have always treated my teacher as a father."

Komaba rolled his eyes at Takishima, clicked the button to have the robotic arm open another can of cola, and said,

"It's 2 AM now, should we continue investigating Mr. Oolong? The mastermind behind the illegal organ transplants in Tokyo? How about investigating that police inspector? There's a possibility he's staged a scene where he's crying wolf!"

Asama did not give an immediate response.

The real culprit?

The real culprit doesn't need to be searched for; the killer is right beside you, right in front of you.

It is not an individual, a class, or an object that can be specifically identified as a person, but rather a world situated in structural tragedy.

As Takishima said, [the system]. Within this new system of [the world], which rebuilt order 80 years ago, there are filth, despicable acts, and sins that were unavoidable in the previous version of the system. Unscrupulous lawyers, unscrupulous doctors, unscrupulous brokers, and unscrupulous police officers are merely tools used by those who are entitled to a share of the spoils in the system.

Rather than searching for it, criticizing it, or updating it, what people need more is to completely defeat it, destroy it, and rebuild another version of it.

This was not something Asama was willing to do, because the problem was too big. Without a solution, it was even more unrealistic for him than humanity breaking out of the solar system or achieving immortality.

Asama rubbed his temples and asked,

"Didn't the police ask Nijo-san who provided the information and who sabotaged the surgical scene?"

"Just assume they're the Nijo family's private army."

"Let's leave it at that for now. I'll talk about it after I've reviewed all the information."

"Well, I'm all sleepy now, how about we play some games together?"

No one responded to Komaba's proposal.

"By the way, did you watch the match between Konoe Chiyo and Kujo Alice today, Mr. Hachiman?"

Asama nodded.

The two are tied again today. In track and field, Alice Kujo wins almost every race by a landslide, but in swimming, Chiyo Konoe always manages to win by a few milliseconds.

The advantage of wind resistance on land seems to become even greater in water.

"When they were competing in the marathon, Takatsukasa told us that he had invited us many times but had not been able to. Didn't the Kujo and Takatsukasa families exist in Hachiman's initial conception of reforming Japan?"

"This idea has never been conceived before."

"If I could get Takatsukasa to join the alliance between Arima and Rena, would you be interested, Hachiman?"

"You, the parties involved, can make the decision; I won't get involved."

Asama turned to look at Komaba and asked,
What did you talk about with Mieaki today?

Komaba told Asama about Mieaki's new mission.

"Do you need to give him some extra support, Mr. Hachiman?"

"How do you think we should provide support?"

Takishima laughed and said, "As long as we hide the real Sawano, and Hachiman plays Sawano and kneels down to apologize, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Komaba gave a thumbs-up, "If you don't mind the hard work, you can play a high-ranking member of the fraternity every day and cause chaos through unusual behavior. Playing a girl also allows you to openly enjoy perks in the locker room or restroom."

"If I really had that skill in disguise, I would impersonate the head of the Kujo family and force KKIS to shut down."

(End of this chapter)