Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 768 - 467: Brothel

"If it weren’t for me secretly protecting you, you would have been kidnapped by the gang long ago, completely drained of everything you have! Your organs might have even ended up with new owners in various countries!"

Goto Shunsuke was startled. Upon thinking it over carefully, he found it quite plausible.

After all, the Inakawa Association is a designated violent gang. There’s a real possibility they could renege afterward and take the entire two billion for themselves. The president is powerless, just an ordinary on-duty criminal police officer. How could he possibly fight the Inakawa Association? He’d have to swallow his anger and end up being busy for nothing, allowing the Inakawa Association to rake in a fortune.

Could it be that it was indeed Senior Watanabe silently contributing behind the scenes, constantly safeguarding their safety?

Goto Shunsuke was somewhat skeptical. After all, he was an outstanding college graduate. In these times, a degree still holds some value.

"I see, I was too presumptuous. May I ask what exactly Senior Watanabe has done?" he raised his glass in a toast.

Watanabe Shun wasn’t flustered by this situation. He had picked up quite a few tricks from Fushimi Roku on how to pull the wool over people’s eyes. Whenever his superior asked, ’Where exactly did these drugs come from?’ or ’What about the detailed report on the operation?’, he’d respond with what Fushimi Roku taught him:

"It’s inconvenient to disclose specifics; you know, I have some connections over there..."

When saying this, the tone should be confident with a hint of mystery, allowing the other person to speculate in various directions.

"What? Where?" Goto Shunsuke was confused and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

"Don’t you know my identity?" Watanabe Shun began questioning in return, "Can such things be spoken about openly?"

When unable to answer a question, respond with a question, then follow their guesses accordingly. This tactic was also taught by Fushimi Roku.

Goto Shunsuke started doubting himself, thinking maybe Senior Watanabe had connections within the Inakawa Association, and, considering he’s a criminal police officer, it wouldn’t be convenient to say anything. Perhaps he’s a double-dealer straddling both the legal and illegal worlds.

For a moment, he truly believed this company was under Watanabe Shun’s protection, relying on his connections in both realms to make waves in the financial world...

Just then, Fushimi Roku’s phone rang.

He answered, and it was Kujo Yua calling.

Early this morning, Kujo Yua had received a call from the Financial Bureau. Initially, there were some friendly pleasantries, and then they mentioned a recent large cash flow, strange but legitimate, blah blah... basically informing Kujo Yua that someone skilled in finance had emerged from the Police Department, and asking if it was possible to have him transferred to the Financial Bureau.

Kujo Yua only then learned that her son-in-law had quietly made two billion.

She had always known that Fushimi Roku was strong, but she never imagined he was also skilled at making money — previously, his knack for siphoning resources from the Kujo Family didn’t count as being good at making money — now she had to sigh that her daughter had a sharper eye than hers for choosing a partner.

In short, Kujo Yua called just to ask Fushimi Roku what he planned to do with these two billion for financial investments, and if he could include her.

These days, there aren’t many ways to make legitimate money. Being the director of the Police Department, she couldn’t blatantly seek gain!

Fushimi Roku spoke the truth: "I don’t plan to invest anymore. It’s too tiring. I recently bought a house, and I plan to rest peacefully for a while."

Kujo Yua didn’t insist, just reminded that when Fushimi Roku wants to venture into financial investments again in the future, she hopes to be included, mentioning she had some savings that would degrade in the bank, and she wanted to grow her wealth.

"It’s not easy raising a daughter nowadays..." Kujo Yua lamented at the end.

Fushimi Roku mumbled a few perfunctory words while munching on roast meat, promising to bring Kujo Yua along to make money in the future, although it was merely a verbal assurance.

After hanging up, he realized the atmosphere in the room had changed.

Watanabe Shun wore a sour expression, as if he was chewing on an unripe lemon instead of premium wagyu; Kazama Tatsuya was already used to such situations and had a conscience of being in debt to the Kujo Family, thus would readily remain silent on such occasions...

Goto Shunsuke, on the other hand, looked on in admiration, finally realizing that Senior Watanabe was just bragging and that his so-called connections were entirely fabricated — the president’s connections were genuine!

This company had only the president, who truly had talent!

No wonder the president rose to become the president!

Goto Shunsuke seemed to see a broad, promising road ahead and without another word, he raised his glass and started showering with phrases like "The president’s capabilities are impressive" and "I look forward to the president’s guidance in the future", behaving like a typical sycophantic office worker.

Watanabe Shun felt slightly disdainful of Goto Shunsuke’s flattery, but he was genuinely happy for Fushimi Roku’s big profit, especially since a portion of that money ended up benefiting him.

He followed suit, raised his glass, and praised Mr. Fushimi for obviously being a talented individual, maintaining that he had seen early signs of Mr. Fushimi’s potential back from their shared hardships at the police station...

Fushimi Roku was quite pleased. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated them to a meal.

Now, he had nothing to worry about. The mortgage of the house was settled, money for a car was secured, and he’d even covered future living expenses. All he needed was to rest easy, nurture his relationship with Minamoto Tamako, and the good times were bound to come.

While enjoying the roast meat and sake, he bantered with Watanabe Shun and the rest, making for a joyful banquet where he gained emotional satisfaction while the others enjoyed a good meal — a win-win scenario.

As the saying goes, "a full belly ignites desires"; post-meal, Watanabe Shun suggested going to a pleasure establishment to aid digestion, mentioning his discount voucher for a bubble bath hadn’t expired and he could take everyone for some fun.

Fushimi Roku declined politely, while Goto Shunsuke seemed interested but unfortunately had an empty wallet since Watanabe Shun made it clear it was sharing a discount, not treating, so he gave up.

Kazama Tatsuya advised, "Let’s not go, inspections have been tight recently, quite a few people have been raided, including some drinking buddies of mine."

Watanabe Shun didn’t mind. He had been multiple times, and being in high spirits from both drinks and happiness, how could he not indulge himself? Besides, it was a consensual deal, so what’s there to report?

Since Kazama Tatsuya lost his sight and injured his arm, his influence over Watanabe Shun had waned. No longer able to scold or command arbitrarily, he could only give some friendly advice, but with Watanabe Shun not heeding it, he was left with no recourse.

Everyone parted ways at the intersection. Fushimi Roku, unaware of what happened at home, was considering how to surprise Minamoto Tamako.

Watanabe Shun hummed a tune, swaying into a Shinjuku alleyway shop with pink lanterns under the influence of liquor.

A mama-san in a leopard-print miniskirt eagerly approached at the entrance, "Oh my, isn’t it Mr. Watanabe~~ haven’t seen your support in a while!" She winked and lowered her voice, "We just got some Belarusian girls today, their skin is very white, and they’re so——big." She gestured exaggeratedly with her hands.

Wanting a foreign thrill, Watanabe Shun followed her in.

Inside, the lighting was dim, with red and purple light bulbs flickering about. The mama-san led Watanabe Shun to a waiting room where he changed clothes, same old service package.

Although the sex industry was legal, direct sexual transactions were prohibited. Bubble bath lounges usually offered grey-area services like body-washing with enhanced massaging.

Watanabe Shun, being a regular customer, knew the female attendants here were skilled, and since they only used hands, he wasn’t worried about catching anything.

He donned a bracelet, opened a sliding door painted with ukiyo-e, and found a misty bathroom with a blonde woman kneeling.

The woman wore a lace blindfold, her tan skin glistening under the warm lights, awkwardly greeting in Japanese, "Welcome, master..."

Sweet perfume invaded Watanabe Shun’s nostrils, inexplicably quickening his heartbeat. The mama-san wasn’t lying; the new attendant indeed boasted a great figure and a pretty face, with distinctively western features, looking exceedingly refined.

The kneeling posture particularly accentuated her form, emphasizing her curves; her heavy chest trembling slightly...