Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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Chapter 13 Cleaning Up Social Garbage

"Who are you?!"

Sanada Jiro's heart clenched, and a surge of panic rushed to his head, but he immediately tried to suppress it with an even louder shout.

Born into a family of politicians, he learned crisis management skills from his father and older brother over a long period of time.

When you feel guilty, you must use a tough exterior to cover it up and never let your opponent notice your weakness.

The strategy is sound, but it's typically suited for parliamentary debates or business negotiations, not for situations like this where someone sneaks into your home unnoticed.

Unfortunately, Sanada Jiro was not quick-witted. In his desperation, he could only mechanically apply this "family precept" and make the most inappropriate response.

Qingze ignored the blustering question and scanned the room with his gaze.

The scene was exactly the same as what he had seen through the sparrow's perspective that morning: three men and one woman.

Sanada Jiro and the other two had already stripped down to just their boxer shorts, revealing their bloated bellies and flabby muscles.

Hijikata Airi was wearing a black sheer nightgown, with a slight bulge of fat around her waist that was faintly visible through the transparent fabric.

On three computer screens, private surveillance footage of four households is clearly displayed.

"Unauthorized trespassing is a crime, you know that?!"

In a fit of extreme panic, the other person blurted out such a weak accusation that Qingze almost burst out laughing.

He moved with lightning speed, like a cheetah, and his right fist slammed into Sanada Jiro's abdomen with a whooshing sound.

"Ugh!"

The excruciating pain caused the pampered son of the councilor to let out a scream, bending over like a boiled shrimp, his obese body trembling violently.

"Breaking the law? You dare use that word?"

Qingze's voice was as cold as ice.

"asshole!"

Seeing Sanada Jiro being beaten, the other two hurriedly jumped out of bed and lunged at Aozawa with bared teeth and claws.

However, in Qingze's eyes, their movements were as slow as if they were playing a slow-motion video.

He didn't even bother to dodge; he simply moved sideways with the agility of a butterfly flitting among flowers, delivering two heavy, powerful straight punches that landed precisely on their stomachs.

"Ouch!" "Ah!"

Two painful groans rang out almost simultaneously, and the two men immediately followed in Sanada Jiro's footsteps, collapsing to their sides while clutching their stomachs.

Qingze bent down and picked up the red rope they had originally prepared for the "game," and deftly tied the wrists of the three men tightly behind their backs.

Sanada Jiro, having recovered slightly from the excruciating pain, asked urgently, drenched in cold sweat, "Do you want money? Or do you want a woman?"

"We can give you anything, just let us go!"

"I do not want anything."

Aozawa replied indifferently, then casually picked up a T-shirt from the ground and used it to tie up Hijikata Airi, who was trembling with fear.

His gaze fell on the computer screen, then he picked up a cell phone from the table and asked, "What's the unlock password?"

Sanada Jiro's eyes flickered, and he fell silent for a moment.

Qingze raised his fist again without hesitation.

"The password is 143602!"

Sanada Jiro was so frightened that he immediately rattled off a string of numbers.

Qingze entered the password to unlock the screen and continued to ask, "You saved the phone numbers of the male heads of those houses you were monitoring, right?"

"I...I don't know..."

Sanada Jiro instinctively denied it.

Qingze knew he was lying, and punched him in the soft abdomen again.

"Yes! I know! I know!"

Sanada Jiro was in so much pain he almost vomited, so he quickly changed his tune, "The numbers marked 'Green Turtle No. 1' to 'No. 5' in the contact list are their phone numbers!"

He set this nickname not because he really wanted to contact the other person, but purely to satisfy his dark desire for control.

Qingze glanced at the surveillance footage, pointed to one of the screens showing an obscene scene, and asked, "What number is this man?"

"Number three! He's number three!"

Sanada Jiro immediately replied, though he didn't understand what Aozawa was trying to do, but at this moment he chose to cooperate completely.

Qingze immediately dialed "Green Turtle No. 3" and pressed the speakerphone button.

Jingle Bell--

On the screen, the man who was about to be intimate with his wife heard his phone ring. Thinking it was his boss calling, he hurriedly stopped what he was doing and picked up the phone.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, he hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.

"Your wife is currently wearing a pink, semi-transparent nightgown, and her underwear underneath is bright red."

Qingze's calm words startled the man, who then roared in fury, "Bastard, who are you?!"

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that someone installed surveillance cameras in your home, and your wife has a close relationship with the person who installed the cameras."

I have now subdued them. The address is 5-2, 3-chome, Hyakunincho, Shinjuku, near the Sanada residence.

"If you come now, you can still try to get compensation for emotional distress."

Hearing this, Sanada Jiro felt a sense of relief.

If we follow the official procedures, with his family's influence, nothing will happen.

But Hijikata Airi's face turned deathly pale instantly. She knelt down with a thud, pleading in a tearful voice, "Please! Don't call my husband, please!"

Qingze hung up the phone and looked at her expressionlessly, saying, "Your husband works hard outside to earn money to support the family, but you spend your nights 'working hard' with others. How can you face him?"

Next time something like this happens, you should discuss it with your husband or call the police.

"What's the use of calling the police?!"

Hijikata Airi passionately defended herself, "The Sanada family are members of parliament, they have connections, the police can't do anything about it!"

I did it all to protect my husband…

"Shut up!"

Qingze interrupted her impatiently, "You gave in without consulting your husband, and then called it 'protection'?"

This is nothing but an excuse you're making for your cowardice.

You should think about how you're going to live after the divorce.

He ignored the crying woman and quickly made calls to the other four "green-haired turtles".

Those with real-time surveillance footage were easier to explain, but for the one who was away on a business trip, Qingze used some tricks, sending a photo of the scene through Hijikata Airi's social media account, to convince the other party of his wife's betrayal.

Then, he called the police station and, to make them realize the seriousness of the situation, lied and said that if they didn't show up in an hour, he would kill Sanada's brother.

After doing all this, Aozawa stepped forward and untied the ropes binding Sanada Jiro, leaving only the other two accomplices tied up. Then, like picking up a chick, he dragged Sanada Jiro to the next room.

Upon entering the room, Sanada Jiro immediately put on a sincere expression and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother, I can give you a lot of money, a lot!"

I can pretend today's events never happened and will not pursue the matter further!

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Qingze chuckled, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

He suddenly raised both hands and, with a swift movement, struck Sanada Jiro's ears with both palms, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Snapped!

The immense force and the instantaneous wind pressure ruptured the fragile eardrums, violently shaking the brain.

Sanada Jiro didn't even utter a sound before his eyes instantly went unfocused, blood seeped from his nostrils, ears, and mouth, and his body slumped to the ground, dying instantly.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Qingze felt no emotion whatsoever.

Just as those in positions of power never regard the people at the bottom as human beings, in their eyes, these scum who rely on power and wantonly trample on the law and the dignity of others are also unworthy of being called human beings.

So he didn't kill anyone; he just cleared away the garbage that was disrupting the normal functioning of society.

As Sanada Jiro died, the word "Goblin" above his head suddenly merged, turning into a faint red light that disappeared into Aozawa's brow.

A familiar warm current swept through his body from top to bottom, making him clearly feel that his strength had increased again.

As for the two people remaining in the room, Qingze did not intend to deal with them personally.

Without the protection of a member of parliament's family, they will face imprisonment.

Through his squinting eyes outside, he saw the police car lights approaching from afar, then disappeared from the sinful mansion.

Chapter 14 Surface Work Must Be Done Well

Qingze's "eyes of the flock" range significantly increased during the day due to heightened alertness, with the effective surveillance radius expanding to 150 meters.

By scattering sparrows in the four directions of east, south, west, and north, he can create a wide field of vision with a diameter of about 300 meters.

At that moment, he was hiding under the eaves of an empty house. Through the perspective of a sparrow, he could clearly see four police cars with flashing red and blue lights speeding toward the Sanada family's house on the street to the west.

The screeching sound of brakes pierced the night sky as police cars pulled up in front of the Sanada residence.

The car door suddenly opened, and sixteen fully armed police officers filed out swiftly.

If it were just a regular call to report a crime, even if it included cries for help, it wouldn't warrant such a large-scale police operation, with four police cars dispatched.

However, when it involves the family members of lawmakers, the situation is completely different.

Even if it's a prank, the police must respond with a high level of professionalism.

Inspector Hiroki Hirata's expression was grave, and he said in a low voice, "Everyone, be on your guard, check your sidearms, and be authorized to fire if necessary."

"To dare threaten to kill a senator's brother—this is no ordinary criminal!"

"Yes!"