Shouichi’s father was originally a high-ranking government official, but he later went to prison.
The reason for his imprisonment was also absurd: corruption.
It was truly bizarre.
That was clearly a political contribution, completely legal and reasonable.
How did it become corruption?
The old police officer didn’t understand these things either.
He only knew that Shouichi’s father was living quite well in “prison.” His basic necessities were no different from usual, and he even had a bunch of police officers acting as bodyguards.
“How about you just apologize?” the old officer tried to negotiate with Shouichi.
Beside them, Miyamoto Yumi’s eyelid twitched.
She turned to the old officer and said, “He did all those things, and an apology is going to cut it?”
The old officer didn’t mind.
He simply showed that string of documents to Miyamoto Yumi.
Even Yumi felt her scalp tingle in shock.
How could one person have so many things on them?
She somewhat understood the old officer now; this was indeed very difficult to handle.
However, “We must educate Shouichi, otherwise he will definitely do it again next time,” Yumi said.
The old officer also felt a bit of a headache.
*Why are you taking this so seriously?
It’s almost time to clock out.
Just gloss over it and let it go.*
*It wasn’t like some highly vicious incident had occurred.
Young Master Shouichi had just returned to the country and simply didn’t know that you couldn’t just randomly pick up cars off the street here.*
*Young Master Shouichi was still a very kind-hearted person.
He only wanted to adopt a lost car.
What did he do wrong?*
But dealing with a hot-blooded youth, the old officer didn’t want to extinguish her passion, so he had no choice but to say, “Yumi, you have a point.
However, education isn’t something that can be accomplished overnight.
I will slowly let Young Master Shouichi understand Japanese law.
For now, let’s just have him admit his mistake.”
Miyamoto Yumi frowned, but she figured the old officer was a seasoned veteran handling things prudently, so she didn’t see much of an issue.
“Sorry, my bad,” Shouichi apologized perfunctorily.
He wasn’t even willing to string together a proper sentence for his apology.
This attitude naturally couldn’t satisfy anyone.
The old officer’s eyelid twitched, and sure enough, he saw Miyamoto Yumi slam her hand on the table, saying angrily:
“Is that how you apologize?”
“I already apologized, what more do you want from me?” Shouichi threw his hands up.
“If you’re still not satisfied, whether you want to throw stones at me or whatever, do as you please.”
Shouichi looked at Miyamoto Yumi like a shameless scoundrel.
Watching her anger meter skyrocket, Shouichi bluntly stated, “Don’t go too far!
I haven’t even settled the score with you for molesting me yet!”
Old officer: !!?
He never expected Miyamoto Yumi to be that kind of woman.
Although Young Master Shouichi was indeed incredibly handsome—even an old man like him couldn’t help but praise his looks—you still couldn’t just get handsy, Miyamoto Yumi!
You’re a police officer, and Young Master Shouichi isn’t an ordinary person.
This is highly inappropriate!
*Smack!*
“You’re spouting nonsense!” Miyamoto Yumi slammed the table again, pointing furiously at Shouichi.
Refusing to back down, Shouichi stuck his butt out and said, “Why don’t we go test the fingerprints on my pants and see if Miyamoto Yumi’s are on them?”
“You…”
“Alright, that’s enough,” the old officer interrupted Miyamoto Yumi.
“We are extremely sorry!” The old officer bowed and apologized to Shouichi on Miyamoto Yumi’s behalf.
Miyamoto Yumi felt stifled to the extreme.
That bastard Shouichi was clearly the one who broke the law, yet the police had to apologize to him?
She wanted to say something more, but the old officer suppressed her with a single look.
She could only shut her mouth in frustration.
Because her fingerprints really were on Shouichi’s butt.
Shouichi was tolerant and kind; regarding the police’s admission of fault, he quickly forgave them.
“Do you need us to give you a ride home?” the old officer asked.
“No need, I can head back on my own,” Shouichi replied.
Shouichi was afraid that Miyamoto Yumi would volunteer to drive him home and then kick him out of the car halfway there.
Smiling and waving goodbye to Miyamoto Yumi, Shouichi left the police station.
Watching Shouichi’s retreating back, Miyamoto Yumi gritted her teeth so hard they nearly shattered.
*You’d better not fall into my hands again, or else I’ll…
or else I’ll…
I guess I really can’t do anything about it,*
Miyamoto Yumi thought in frustration.
Unless Shouichi committed some massive crime, absolutely nothing could be done to him.
While Miyamoto Yumi was fuming with indignation, Shouichi hummed a little tune and arrived at a bar.
“I’ll have a glass of juice.”
A burly man in black walked over and said with a smile, “Coming to a bar and only drinking a glass of juice?”
“In Japan, you have to be twenty to touch tobacco and alcohol.
Naturally, I must abide by the law.” Shouichi took the juice handed to him by the bartender and took a sip.
The taste was a bit lacking.
“Hello, I’m Karasuma Shouichi.” Shouichi extended his hand toward the man in black.
“Karasuma?”
That surname represented quite a lot within their organization.
“Heh, Vodka, that guy Cointreau is just spouting nonsense.” A blonde-haired man walked over, holding a wine glass in his hand.
Gin placed his glass on the table and asked, “Has Miyano Akemi been taken care of?”
“Taken care of.
She won’t be appearing in front of you ever again,” Shouichi said.
“And the money?”
“Deposited into the bank.”
Gin looked at Shouichi with an amused expression.
To rob a sum of money from a bank and then immediately turn around and deposit it back into a bank without being traced—only Cointreau could pull that off.
Shouichi raised his glass and clinked it against Gin’s.
“However, Miyano Akemi only managed to rob eight hundred million yen.”
Gin frowned.
How dare Miyano Akemi deceive him about something like this?
Or could it be that this brat embezzled the money himself?
Noticing Gin’s suspicious glare, Shouichi said disdainfully, “With my net worth, you don’t actually think I’d care about that kind of pocket change, do you?”
Gin thought about it and agreed.
Shouichi’s family was one of Japan’s major financial conglomerates.
As an important member of a plutocrat family, two hundred million yen was nothing to him.
But what Gin didn’t know was that a massive fortune is built one coin at a time.
If one didn’t care about two hundred million yen, how could they amass such a massive fortune in the first place?
Shouichi handed a bank card to Gin and said, “You can use this card to withdraw the money.
But the money laundering process will definitely incur some losses.
You won’t be able to get the full eight hundred million yen.”
“I understand that much,” Gin said.
Shouichi nodded.
He had just skimmed a little more money off the Organization.
Gin looked at Shouichi and said, “With the Boss handing the job of killing traitors and spies over to you, it saves me a lot of effort.”
To this day, he hadn’t suspected a thing.
The truth was that the Boss felt his bloodlust was too heavy and worried he would slaughter everyone in the Organization, which was why his duties had been divided.
Yet Gin merely assumed the Boss thought he was working too hard and had found him a grunt to share the load.
“No, no, no,” Shouichi said.
“My main job is on the ‘money’ side of things.
As for hunting down traitors and spies, or any other organizational matters, don’t just casually come looking for me.
I might not have the time.”
“Oh?”
“I’m an employee of a major bank with a limitless future.
I’m not like you rats in the gutter.
How could I possibly go around doing all that killing and fighting?
It would ruin my image,” Shouichi said in a nasty tone.