There is a helipad on the rooftop of the Shinjuku Police Station, where a privately crafted helicopter is parked.

The body of the helicopter is sleek, its jet-black surface like the night falling early upon this place.

The cabin is spacious, accommodating up to six people, equipped with a refrigerator stocked with liquors and beverages.

After Morimoto Chiyoda had identified the target, she didn't intend to deploy too many people to capture the two.

Just two mere assassins, one person is enough to handle them.

Deploying too many people could easily cause a leak of information.

She stepped into the cabin, sitting on the leather seat, crossing her legs.

Emily was carried in by Katerina and placed on the seat at the side, her little legs barely touching the floor.

Morimoto Chiyoda introduced: "This time, it was a CIA informant who provided the confidential information.

Your assassins are Koreans.

Codenamed Vulture and Black Widow on the underworld, they're notorious gold-star assassins on the dark web.

Who hired them is still unknown for now."

"Once we capture them, we'll find out who's behind it,"

Emily replied, gritting her teeth. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

When it comes to interrogation, Ito Otome is a top-notch expert.

Though, saying that might provoke her to retort that it's all about medical exploration.

However, in the eyes of normal people, opening up a body and explaining the details of a person's innards, even scraping the intestines with a knife, is no different from torture.

A person's dignity will completely collapse at that moment, leaving only fear.

Even as Emily imagines such a scene, she feels Ito Otome's cruelty, let alone anyone else.

Morimoto Chiyoda smiled and said to the pilot ahead: "Let's go."

"Alright,"

the pilot replied, then started the helicopter, its rotors emitting a low hum.

The hefty frame then lifted into the air.

...

The vast sky was partitioned into a large section.

The Tokyo Midtown Tower stood like an insurmountable peak, appearing in Aozawa and Hojo Shouko's sight.

This building, completed in 2007, is the tallest in Tokyo and the fourth-tallest in Japan.

After its completion, many companies relocated their headquarters here.

The Ritz-Carlton Hotel occupies the 45th to 53rd floors of Tokyo Midtown Tower, stating that it dominates the high-level area.

The scenery and views are definitely top-notch.

Staying one night is quite expensive, but money isn't much of an issue for Aozawa now.

As a gratitude for defeating the Dread Emperor in a Different World.

Kochou specially prepared a Black Card for him, saying to use it freely, with all expenses covered by the Phoenix Academy Group.

That's how it was initially said.

Later, it was changed to being led by the Japanese government, establishing an institution to specifically manage funds for Treasure Users.

Involving some kind of power struggle.

Aozawa didn't quite understand and wasn't concerned about it.

He doesn't use money much in his daily life.

Had it not been for wanting to give Hojo Shouko a romantic first-time experience, he wouldn't have thought of spending money to book the top floor executive suite.

The two entered the tower, following the directions to the hotel elevator hall, directly pressing for the 45th floor.

Only by reaching the 45th floor, from there switching, can they take the elevator to the 53rd floor.

At this time, it was just the two of them inside the elevator, with no one else there.

Hojo Shouko watched the floors change, her heart beating in rhythm.

She thought she was prepared.

At the critical moment, she worried whether the things she hastily learned could satisfy Aozawa?

If she had known, she should have postponed a bit, giving her time to watch more related movies and comics to learn a lot of experience.

She didn't want Aozawa to think his experience with her was not as good as Ayatsuki Ayaka or Morimoto Chiyoda.

Hojo Shouko wasn't competitive but valued Aozawa's experience greatly.

If Aozawa doesn't feel comfortable, what good is her comfort?

...

Ding.

The elevator arrived at the 45th floor, slowly opening to both sides.

Aozawa took her hand, stepping out of the elevator, following the corridor to the spacious hotel lobby.

Tall columns supported the ceiling, and at the concierge counter stood a sweet-faced receptionist.

Artistic paintings hung on the walls.

For most guests, those are just to look at; not many can decipher their meaning.

Art isn't necessarily meant to be understood.

Aozawa patted her shoulder and said: "Shouko, wait here a moment, I'll handle the check-in at the front desk."

"Mm," Hojo Shouko replied softly.

Aozawa stepped forward, identifying himself.

The hotel receptionist quickly handled the check-in, handing him the room card with a smile: "Wish you and your girlfriend a pleasant stay."

"Mm,"

Aozawa nodded, not engaging in much small talk with the receptionist.

He knew Hojo Shouko's personality; continuing to stay there in others' sight would make Shouko feel shy, best to reach the room promptly.

Once done, the two could enjoy a delicious dinner at the lobby, with multiple restaurants available, or call the front desk for room service.

Direct room service seemed more convenient; Aozawa turned to Hojo Shouko.

The receptionist's eyes flashed a trace of envy, although the hotel prohibits minors from checking in alone.

But such rules only restrict ordinary people.

They don't apply to VIPs with a Black Card.

She envied that young girl, who at such a young age had already tasted the luxurious life of a wealthy offspring.

Unlike her, working at the hotel for four years without encountering a destined affluent president.

Oh, President, when will you ever appear?