In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 386 Blood splattered in the funeral hall, the little devils were thin and sticky
January 1th, Friday, it’s finally not snowing in Tokyo today because it started raining again.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when it was just dawn, Aoyama Hidenobu, who had just turned eighteen, went out after breakfast. Kim Woo-sung drove him straight to the headquarters of the Korean People's League in Japan.

We arrived at our destination after more than half an hour.

Because there were so many people gathered, the nearby police station arranged more than 20 police officers to monitor and maintain order, standing far away next to the police car and watching this side.

Two rows of strong men in suits and holding black umbrellas stood at the gate of the militia. Every time a car stopped to pay its respects, someone would come forward and bend down to help open the door and hold the umbrella, and then take the person to the mourning hall.

Naturally, Aoyama Hidenobu received the same treatment. As soon as his car stopped, a young man holding an umbrella quickly stepped forward to open the door and held the umbrella over the door. After getting out of the car, Aoyama Hidenobu adjusted his suit and tie, then walked towards the gate.

There were many people coming in and out. They were all old friends of Choi Kyu-mun and came to pay their respects before leaving in a hurry. Some people were not willing to come in person due to their sensitive identities or for other reasons, so they arranged for their drivers or secretaries to pay their respects on their behalf.

As soon as Aoyama Hidenobu arrived at the door of the mourning hall, a militia member stopped him, bowed, took out a white flower and pinned it on his chest, then bowed again, stepped aside, and raised his hand to signal him to come in.

Aoyama Hidenobu nodded slightly and stepped inside.

There were a lot of people in the mourning hall. Both men and women were dressed in black, with white flowers on their chests. They had calm faces and were silent. The overall atmosphere was very serious and depressing.

Choi Gyu-moon has many illegitimate daughters, but at this moment, only Tamiya Keiko is qualified to kneel in the mourning hall with his only son Choi Won-cheol.

She was wearing a black kimono with her hair piled high, revealing her white neck. The loose mourning clothes could not hide the curvy figure of her body.

Aoyama Hidenobu walked to the coffin and bowed, then accepted the return gift from Choi Won-chul and Tamiya Keiko, walked up to the two and whispered, "My condolences."

Cui Yuanzhe bowed again but said nothing.

"I feel honored that Inspector Aoyama can come to my father's funeral. My father would be very happy if he knew about this." Tamiya Keiko said softly with tears in her eyes, pursing her red lips. If you don't know the inside story, you would really think that she has a deep relationship with her father.

"Da da da da da..."

At this moment, a somewhat chaotic sound of footsteps was heard, and Aoyama Hidenobu subconsciously looked back.

I saw a group of people coming to pay their respects, there were about ten of them, both men and women. Walking in the front was a young man in his early thirties. Judging from his head shape and facial features, he was Korean. He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves and walked in front of the coffin and bowed deeply.

His expression looked sincere, but the fact that he never took off his gloves revealed his inner arrogance and disdain.

Seeing this group of people, Tamiya Keiko's face looked a little unhappy, but she still bowed and returned the greeting.

The young man in leather gloves walked up to Choi Won-chul and Tamiya Keiko, glanced at Tamiya Keiko, and said in fluent Korean: "Won-chul, I'm sorry for your loss. Chairman Choi has worked hard for the militia all his life, and it's time for him to rest. From now on, the burden will be on you, but don't worry, we will all help you. I hope you can inherit Chairman Choi's legacy and lead the militia to a higher level."

Tamiya Keiko's face turned extremely ugly.

The faces of the militia leaders in the mourning hall also changed one after another. Some were shocked, some were angry, and some remained calm. The atmosphere became weird and strange.

Aoyama Hidenobu turned his head and looked at Jin Yucheng.

"He said..." Jin Yucheng immediately understood what his boss meant and took a step forward to translate in his ear.

After hearing this, the young man in leather gloves first looked at Jin Yucheng, then at Aoyama Hidenobu, but he just looked at them and did not take them seriously.

Cui Yuanzhe glanced at Tamiya Keiko and Aoyama Hidenobu with some trepidation, pursed his lips, bowed to the young man in leather gloves and said, "Thank you, Brother Yongcheng, for your comfort, but you are wrong. Before my father passed away, he designated my sister Keiko to inherit the position of president."

After a trip to the prison for further studies, he completely gave up the idea of ​​competing with Tamiya Keiko and just wanted to be an honest parasite and live his own life.

So of course they won't be provoked by the other side.

Noticing that Choi Won-cheol's gaze paused on Aoyama Hidenobu, Leather Gloves turned his head again and looked at Aoyama Hidenobu again, then pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Huizi? Who is this?"

"It's me." Tamiya Keiko stood up, put her hands on her belly and bowed, raised her head and stared at the young man in leather gloves with unfriendly eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Tamiya Keiko, please take care of me."

"Oh, Japanese? We are the Korean Militia, not the Yamato Militia!" The young man in leather gloves frowned, his words sarcastically.

Tamiya Keiko replied calmly: "This is the name my father gave me. I have Korean blood in my body. Although I am not very knowledgeable, my father has entrusted the militia to me. I will do my best to promote the militia in Japan."

She didn't believe that the other party didn't know whether she was Korean or Japanese. It was obvious that he was here to cause trouble.

"How could such a wise man like Chairman Choi become confused before his death?" The young man in leather gloves began to speak rudely, looking around and asked, "Has this matter been reviewed by the board of directors? The militia is a Korean militia, not owned by a certain family. The position of chairman is of great importance, how can it be passed privately?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald, fat middle-aged man standing behind him stood up and said, "Representative Zhao, I did not receive the meeting notice."

"Director Huang, the situation was urgent and my father was in critical condition. There was not enough time to convene a board meeting. However, there were many directors present, including Director Chen and Director Liu, who could testify and did not raise any objections." Tamiya Keiko said, looking at the bald man.

Director Huang, who had a big belly and a bald head, sneered and said, "Then why didn't you call me to invite me? The president is dead, who knows what he said at the time? I suspect that you are in collusion and fabricated it! I absolutely don't agree with you being the president! I even think there is another reason behind the president's death!"

After Director Huang finished speaking, Tamiya Keiko had a sullen face and hadn't said anything yet, but the other directors who supported her were already furious and started to refute her.

"Ashi! Asshole! What are you talking about?"

"Who is colluding with this? Mr. Huang, stop slandering me! I don't want to make a scene in front of the president's spirit. Get out of here right now!"

"Quiet! Everyone, be quiet!" Zhao Yongcheng clapped his hands and shouted. After the noise gradually died down, he said in a reasonable manner, "It just so happens that all the directors are here today, so why don't I preside over the meeting and hold the vote in front of the late president, so that he can be a witness. I think Director Huang is a good choice. As a veteran of the militia, he has worked diligently over the years and has a calm personality. Having him as the president can also reassure us compatriots far away in the motherland."

As soon as he said this, all the militia leaders in the mourning hall had different expressions. The development of the militia in Japan cannot be separated from the support of South Korea, and Zhao Yongcheng is now representing the domestic attitude to support Director Huang.

Then everyone has to think carefully about which team to take.

"I am overwhelmed by your kindness, Mr. Zhao." Director Huang looked very terrified, but then he changed the subject, "Of course, although I know that my ability is not even one ten-thousandth of that of the former president, I am still much better than some women. At this critical juncture when there is a lack of young talents, I am willing to take on this responsibility."

Tamiya Huizi's face was terribly gloomy. She thought that maybe someone would make trouble in front of the spirit, but she didn't expect that someone in her country would directly force her to abdicate in front of the spirit and deprive her of her inheritance rights. "Everyone, be quiet. My boss has something to say." At this time, Jin Yucheng shouted loudly in Korean.

Everyone looked at Aoyama Hidenobu.

He said calmly, "Chairman Cui is a senior whom I respect very much. Today is his funeral. I hope everyone will respect the deceased and not disturb his peace with these mundane matters. No matter what important matters there are, wait until the funeral is over before discussing them."

Jin Yucheng translated it into Korean.

"There is no need for the Japanese to interfere in our Korean affairs. Sir, now that the memorial service is over, please leave quickly. We will discuss internal affairs next." Zhao Yongcheng frowned, glanced at Aoyama Hidenobu, and said in an arrogant tone.

Aoyama Hidenobu turned his head and looked at Jin Yucheng.

He couldn't understand what was being said.

Jin Yucheng immediately translated the exact words to him.

"Yoshi." Aoyama Hidenobu nodded, then his face turned cold and he suddenly attacked, raising his hand and slapping Zhao Yongcheng hard on the face, "Bakayarō! You lowly fellow, you are standing on our Japanese soil now! How dare you chase me away? Believe it or not, I will have you deported right now!"

It fully demonstrates his arrogance and domineering nature as a Japanese devil.

This is Japan, not South Korea. Even if President Kim's son came and acted arrogantly in front of him, he would be beaten up by him, not to mention this little bastard.

"Ash! You bastard!" Feeling the burning pain on his face, Zhao Yongcheng flew into a rage. He didn't understand what Aoyama Hidenobu was saying, so he rushed over without saying a word, "Beat him!"

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards and followers behind him attacked Aoyama Hidenobu without hesitation.

"Don't do it! Don't do it! You can't hit this person, Representative Zhao! Stop it!" Director Huang knew Aoyama Hidenobu and shouted repeatedly.

But Zhao Yongcheng was already so angry that he lost his mind, and in the chaos he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

Looking at the people rushing towards him, Aoyama Hidenobu took a step back and protected Jin Yucheng in front of him. It was not that he could not beat him, but it was too embarrassing to fight like a little gangster in a suit, so he did not want to do it himself.

"boom!"

The next second, a gunshot rang out like thunder.

The originally chaotic scene suddenly seemed to be paused, and the shouting and cursing stopped abruptly.

The one who fired the gun was Jin Yucheng. He slowly pointed the muzzle of the gun towards Zhao Yongcheng and said in Korean with contempt, "Southern bastard, are you tired of living?"

Zhao Yongcheng calmed down instantly at this moment. The bodyguard's courage to shoot in public showed his confidence.

The guy opposite has a special status in Japan.

"What's going on!" "What happened!"

After hearing the gunshots, the police outside the militia rushed into the mourning hall with guns and surrounded everyone.

"Officer Aoyama!"

The leading police inspector saluted Aoyama Hidenobu.

Aoyama Hidenobu ignored him, reached out expressionlessly and snatched the gun from Jin Yucheng's hand, then strode forward and shot Zhao Yongcheng in the head.

With a bang, a cut was instantly made on his forehead, and blood gushed out, covering his face.

But Zhao Yongcheng didn't even dare to fart. He just covered his head and stared at Aoyama Hidenobu with resentment.

Aoyama Hidenobu raised his foot again and kicked him down.

"Pfft!"

Just as Zhao Yongcheng was about to get up, a pair of polished leather shoes fell from the sky and stepped on his head, causing his face to come into direct contact with the ground and causing his face to rub painfully.

The police on the scene watched the entire process without saying a word, and they were just about to rush over to help fight.

"Ah!" The intense humiliation made Zhao Yongcheng's eyes red and he struggled hard, but it was of no avail.

Aoyama Hidenobu stepped on his head and said condescendingly: "Son of a bitch, this is Japanese territory. I can come in and go out as I please. Your mother is also considered Japanese territory in Japan, so I can go in as I please. Do you understand, son of a bitch? Put away your arrogance in front of me from now on! This is the price."

As soon as he finished speaking, he retracted his foot, threw the gun to Jin Yucheng, pointed at Zhao Yongcheng and others and said to the leading police officer: "They tried to attack me."

"Hey!" The inspector bowed, then raised his head, waved his hand with a serious face, "Take them all back!"

Zhao Yongcheng was roughly lifted from the ground and dragged out. He stared at Aoyama Hidenobu with resentful eyes, as if he wanted to remember that face.

"Ahh! You'd better not come to Korea!"

"What did he say?" Aoyama Hidenobu raised his eyebrows.

Jin Yucheng immediately translated for him.

Aoyama Hidenobu smiled uncertainly. It was impossible for him to go to South Korea now, and when he went to South Korea, the Koreans would receive him as a state guest.

(End of this chapter)