Chapter 632 - Threatening (1/2)

Inside the Haiden Hall, there was no one left except for Miyazaki Ronjin. He was standing there alone, still in a daze. The sound of Xiao Luo’s voice telling him, “We are birds of the same feather” lingered in his mind. It struck a chord deep in his soul.

It was true—the two of them were so similar. When Miyazaki Ronjin had annihilated the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters, they called him the “Monster Police Officer.” The only reason they spared him from going to prison was because of the efforts of his old department chief. He had pulled all the strings he could to prevent it. Otherwise, Miyazaki Ronjin would have ceased to be a police officer a long time ago.

“Birds of a feather, yes, we are birds of a feather, indeed. Haha, haha…”

Miyazaki Ronjin cackled maniacally and slumped on the floor like a deflated balloon. He fished out a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips as he lit it. He inhaled the smoke ravenously, enjoying every puff of nicotine before he felt dispirited once again. His eyes were unfocused, and he had a blank stare. He mocked himself, muttering under his breath, “I am about to retire, anyway. Why didn’t I just while away my remaining days in peace? I just had to insist on becoming a goddamn righteous police officer, didn’t I? And for what—to be exposed for who I am after all?”

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Oshima Jun had no leads on his end. Xiao Luo had disappeared into thin air. They combed every inch of the Shinto shrine several times, but they could not find a single trace of him.

Dongjing had already caught wind of Koizumi Junichiro’s death, as did the ever-alert media of the Ri Nation. The murder hit the news, and that sent shock waves through the entire nation yet again.

“Even under the air-tight security managed by 300 Self-Defense soldiers and 200 police officers, he could murder the magistrate. How did the mysterious murderer Xiao Han pull it off?”

“He is inhuman. There is absolutely no way Xiao Han is human!”

“It is not that our army is weak, but it is the enemy who is too strong.”

“Just the thought of such a cold-blooded murderer walking amid Dongjing is enough to send shivers down my spine!”

“Why did he have to do this? Is this the Hua Nation’s retribution for Ri Nation’s role in the genocide?”

The Ri Nation netizens were commenting on the issue fervently. It was as if a thick layer of fog had enveloped the nation, and its people were paranoid and terrified, and perpetually on tenterhooks.

Barely a few days had passed before the Ri Nation’s richest man, Takahara Kei, published a lengthy essay titled, “On the Crimes of Ri Nation” on the internet. That essay cast attention on the genetic engineering experimentation facility under Mount Fuji and mentioned the personnel involved. It unfolded the mystery behind the attacks of targeted prominent individuals in the country to the Ri Nation citizens. At the end of the essay, Takahara Kei apologized sincerely to the victims of the experimentation facility.

However, the article only remained online for less than a day after publication, before the Ri Nation authorities took it off the internet. The parties involved refuted the rumors adamantly. They claimed that the mysterious murderer Xiao Han had hacked into the wealthy man’s internet account to publish the unsubstantiated essay to confuse the public. They swore to prosecute Xiao Han to the fullest extent of the law.

More and more citizens became suspicious and were convinced that there was some conspiracy at work, no matter how much the Ri Nation officials had come out to deny that essay.

As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire. Every word in that essay had expressed such deep emotions. The style of writing was like another essay that Takahara Kei had previously published. If the mysterious murderer Xiao Han had written the piece, it was unlikely that he could have imitated the man’s style of writing to such a degree.

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In an expansive garden, somewhere in Dongjing, there were many rare, ancient trees planted there. Describing it as a garden would not do justice to its splendor. It would be more appropriate to call it God’s Garden of Eden. The resplendence of that place was breathtaking.

Placed in the center of that Garden of Eden was a luxurious villa about 7,000 square feet large. Surrounding it on all four sides was an expanse of turf. There was a swimming pool, a car parking lot, a tennis court, and every imaginable facility one could imagine.

That was where Takahara Kei, the richest man in the Ri Nation, lived!