Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 550 - 365: You Dare Stab Me in the Back!?

On the other side, Hatoyama Kiichi listened to the busy signal on the phone, his face ashen.

He gritted his teeth and immediately dialed the number of the head of the Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters.

In his eyes, Qi Yun was already a dead man. He had to let him know the consequences of provoking the Hatoyama Clan.

"Good day, Mr. Hatoyama!" came the respectful voice of the chief on the other end of the line.

The chief was much like Li Tongwei, a key figure in the Kyoto police department.

If it were just a regular member of Congress, the chief wouldn’t need to be so respectful. The reason for his respect was largely due to the surname of the person on the line.

"Yoshikata! Please immediately dispatch the police to seal off all the exits in the western part of the Capital City!" Hatoyama Kiichi’s voice was filled with suppressed anger, his right hand gripping the phone tightly. "A group of H Xia people are illegally armed and have kidnapped my cousin. I want you to go and arrest them immediately!"

"At all costs, do not let them leave the Capital City!"

As a politician, he naturally prioritized the use of political resources he could mobilize to handle the situation.

However, what he didn’t anticipate was that the chief, who had always been obedient to him, didn’t immediately carry out his order this time.

The chief was silent for two seconds before speaking hesitantly: "Mr. Hatoyama, I’m really... really sorry. Just ten minutes ago, I received a call for help from Nara County. There is a large-scale protest there, and I have already dispatched all police forces to maintain order..."

Hatoyama Kiichi was taken aback. Who would protest in the middle of the night? And if such a thing happened, why was he not notified?

It was clearly an excuse from the other party, and a poor one at that.

Hatoyama Kiichi’s initial anger quickly calmed down, and he keenly sensed that something was off about this situation.

"Yoshikata, we’re friends. If you have any difficulties, please tell me directly. I won’t make it hard for a friend."

Listening to Hatoyama Kiichi’s "sincere" words, the chief once again fell silent. After a long while, he sighed and replied, "I’m sorry. Your father called me asking me not to intervene in this matter."

Father!?

Why would he suddenly get involved and specifically call the police headquarters to prevent intervention?

Ever since cutting ties with Hatoyama Norio, it had been some time since he last contacted him. Even though they both lived in Tokyo, he rarely returned to the old home of the Hatoyama Clan.

So he was unaware that Qi Yun had gone to meet with Hatoyama Norio.

"When did he call you?" Hatoyama Kiichi asked in a deep voice.

The chief sighed on the other end of the phone, his tone filled with helplessness: "This afternoon, Mr. Hatoyama asked me not to take any action for the time being."

This afternoon?

Hatoyama Kiichi’s face showed a hint of suspicion. Could that old man have known that trouble would occur with Hatoyama Yuchi?

"Did he give any reason?"

"No," the chief said with a bit of hesitation, trying to persuade him, "Mr. Hatoyama, he is still your father, after all..."

Hatoyama Kiichi ignored the rest of the useless words and hung up after the other party finished speaking.

He immediately contacted other connections in Kyoto, but the answers were similar to what he heard earlier, with only the Public Security Intelligence Agency willing to cooperate, as it was run by someone he had supported.

"Damn it!"

Hatoyama Kiichi angrily threw his phone on the ground, venting his rage.

He couldn’t understand why his father would do this, and what angered him more was that despite the political resources taking so many benefits from him, they still obeyed his father when the time came.

What does that make him, the fourth-generation leader of the Hatoyama Clan!

After venting his anger, he bent down to pick up the phone from the ground, its screen shattered.

He stared at his distorted reflection in the black screen, a ferocity welling up from his heart.

How dare you stab me in the back!?

You brought this upon yourself...

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the office door.

By the time the secretary entered, Hatoyama Kiichi’s fierce expression had vanished, replaced with the kind face he showed before the cameras.

"Congressman, here is your itinerary for tomorrow..."

...

In the Capital City, Hatoyama Yuchi still stood in the courtyard, his expression complicated.

From the time he called his cousin until now, several hours had passed, but there was still no movement outside, clearly not matching his expectations.

Where is his entourage? Why has no one come to protect him?

And the police department has yet to make an appearance, causing an unprecedented fear to well up within him.

Why is nobody coming to save him?

Could it be that this person named Qi Yun has some extraordinary background, beyond even the reach of the Hatoyama Clan?

"Impossible... No one can stand above the Hatoyama Clan!" he whispered to himself, trying to convince himself, but his gaze swept over the calm figure in the pavilion, and his confidence wavered further.

Hatoyama Yuchi gripped his injured wrist tightly. Although it had been simply bandaged, without further treatment it would surely be useless.

Just then, the sound of engines roaring finally came from the alleyway outside, and it sounded like more than one vehicle had arrived.

Hatoyama Yuchi looked up abruptly, a flash of joy in his eyes. It must be reinforcements sent by the clan!

He struggled to rush out, but was stopped by the ninja standing by.

"Damn it, you’re dead!" Hatoyama Yuchi screamed at Qi Yun, his voice filled with excitement.

Qi Yun glanced at him. Although he couldn’t understand the gibberish he was shouting, it was probably something stupid like "You’re dead meat..."

At the entrance of the alleyway outside the villa, seven or eight black Mercedes and several cars marked with "Public Security Intelligence Agency" blocked the way.

Hatoyama Kiichi sat in the back of one of the cars, frowning as he looked ahead, displeased as he asked, "Go see what’s going on, why aren’t we moving."

Before the subordinate in the passenger seat could check, someone ran over to report.

"President! The road ahead is blocked, they won’t let us through!"

Upon hearing this, Hatoyama Kiichi was instantly furious, slamming the armrest and shouting angrily, "Damn it! Are you all idiots? Do I have to teach you how to handle this too?"

The reporting subordinate’s face turned pale, quickly bowing to explain: "President, the ones blocking the road are... the Yakuza..."

"Yakuza?!"

Upon hearing those words, the rage on the verge of erupting within Hatoyama Kiichi dissipated significantly.

In Japan, the Hatoyama Clan may be politically grounded, but with several generations of accumulated connections and resources, even the Yakuza, a long-standing organization, had to defer to them.

In the past, even the Yakuza leaders were polite to him, so why would they suddenly dare block his car on the road?

"Yes... yes, President." Sweat trickled down the subordinate’s forehead as he feared being used as a scapegoat, "They... they are asking to speak with you..."