In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 202: The honey trap! As expected of a Korean
"How about it, are you satisfied with this apology, Mr. Aoyama?" asked Tamiya Keiko with a smile on her face.

In order to get this famous actress to agree to what happened tonight, she used all sorts of means, including threats and inducements, and it took her a lot of effort to get it done.

Aoyama Hidenobu slammed the door shut, turned around and looked at her and said, "This is the honey trap I've been waiting for! Why did you do all those fancy tricks before? Why didn't you just use this trick on me earlier, President Tamiya?"

No matter in his past life or this life, he has never been a fan of celebrities, but he is very attracted by Akina Nakamori's looks, and he wants to taste other parts of her. He didn't expect that he could really have sex with her.

Tamiya Keiko was so angry that she felt pain. What did he mean by that? Wasn't it considered a beauty trap when I personally went into battle before? Wasn't my appearance unsightly?

"I thought a young and promising talent like Qingshan-kun would not like such a vulgar arrangement..."

"No! I like it! I just like this kind of vulgar arrangement. I am a lustful, power-hungry, vulgar and obscene person!" Aoyama Hidenobu interrupted her.

He was so self-righteous and complacent that Tamiya Keiko, who wanted to mock him, was speechless.

But it's a good thing that I finally know what Aoyama Hidenobu likes, so I can just prescribe the right medicine in the future.

From Japan, Korea, China, Europe and America, as long as Hidenobu Aoyama likes it, they can be sent to his bed.

Aoyama Hidenobu ignored her, turned around, opened the door, handed the car keys to Nakamori Akina, and said, "My car is at the door, license plate number... go to the car and wait for me."

He didn't dare to do it here. If he was photographed, wouldn't he be at the mercy of the little Koreans in the future?

"Hi!" Akina Nakamori had originally held a glimmer of hope that this famous detective was not a lustful man and that she would be able to escape tonight. But now she was filled with bitterness. She bowed, took the car keys, and turned away like a walking corpse.

Aoyama Hidenobu looked at her graceful back and reminded her, "Remember to cover your face."

He doesn't want to become the protagonist of entertainment news.

"Mr. Aoyama, the night is long. You still have plenty of time tonight to enjoy the service of this original singer. Let's talk about business." said Tamiya Keiko.

Aoyama Hidenobu closed the door, turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Then let's talk about your business."

"Since it has been confirmed that the other two murderers are Koreans, then we only need to hand over two Koreans to calm Congressman Kurosawa's anger and let your police close the case. It doesn't have to be those two people, right?" Tamiya Keiko walked over and sat on his lap, bent down, picked up the cigarette box on the table, shook out a cigarette, fed it into Aoyama Hidenobu's mouth, and lit it for him.

This matter cannot be delayed any longer. After all, if those two people did not return to South Korea, they might have fled to other neighboring countries. What if they are never caught?
Aoyama Hidenobu blew a puff of smoke onto her delicate face and said sarcastically, "Sacrificing your own compatriots is worthy of being Korean."

"There are scum among Koreans, too. This can be considered as a small contribution that these scum can make to their fellow compatriots, cough cough!" Tamiya Keiko coughed a few times.

Aoyama Hidenobu didn't care, as long as the police could give Kurosawa Katsuki an explanation.

Anyway, in order not to alert the criminals after arresting Sasaki, the wanted warrants for the two Korean kidnappers have not been issued yet, so it is no problem to find someone to take the blame.

"Okay, you find someone to take the blame, I'll have Sasaki change his confession and identify them, and then I'll introduce you to apologize to Councillor Kurosawa as a Korean militia, and you can discuss the rest on your own."

"Thank you, Mr. Aoyama." Tamiya Keiko smiled brightly, stood up and bowed to him.

Aoyama Hidenobu put out his cigarette and said, "Let's go."

"In the future, if Aoyama-kun wants to spend the night with any female star, you can tell me and I will do my best to make you satisfied." Tamiya Keiko said with a smile.

Aoyama Hidenobu did not respond. This was just the first time. If he asked Tamiya Keiko to arrange things frequently, she would definitely find ways to leave evidence as a handle.

"Take care, Aoyama-kun. Have a nice evening."

Aoyama Hidenobu came to the car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Akina Nakamori, who was distracted in the passenger seat, came to her senses and nervously clenched the bag in her hand.

"I thought Aoyama-kun was an upright person like he was in the news." Akina Nakamori suddenly said.

Aoyama Hidenobu smiled, reached out and pinched her smooth chin to turn her face over. Although she was already 27 years old this year, the years had not left any trace on her face, only leaving a more intoxicating charm.

"I also thought that Miss Nakamori was as pure as she appeared to be, and she was untainted by the mud."

Nakayama Akina's face flushed instantly, her eyes slowly filled with mist, her round chest rose and fell violently, and she argued aggrievedly and excitedly, "I was forced! If I don't agree, they will interrupt my career, and my career can't stand the blow."

After entering the 1990s, was her last glorious year, but she has been on a downward trend in the past two years. Her fame is still there, but her career is far from what it used to be.

"On the contrary, if you agree, they will invest resources to help you make a comeback in your career, right?" Aoyama Hidenobu asked with a smile on his face.

Akina Nakamori had nothing to say. She subconsciously bit her red lips, her eyes full of tears. She didn't even realize how tempting this little action was.

"So, I'm not as righteous as you think, Miss Nakamori, and you're not as pure as I thought. Otherwise, you would care more about your innocence than your career." Aoyama Hidenobu was murderous.

Akina Nakamori burst into tears.

He curled up into a ball, holding his head and sobbing.

Aoyama Hidenobu shrugged, drove to Nohara Iri's house, took Nakamori Akina downstairs and rang the doorbell.

"Mr. Aoyama." Nohara Ito, who was wearing a white nightgown, bowed to Aoyama Hidenobu first and then looked at Nakamori Akina, a little surprised, "Ms. Nakamori?"

Akina Nakamori felt embarrassed when being recognized. She lowered her head and said nothing. She had just cried, so her eyes were red and her hair was a little messy.

"Mr. Aoyama, I have something to report to you." Nohara Ito said softly.

"Let me talk to you after I'm done with my work." Aoyama Hidenobu said this and pulled Nakamori Akina upstairs. She followed Aoyama Hidenobu like a puppet.

After entering the room and looking at the custom-made large round bed and various tools for entertainment, Akina Nakamori's pale face suddenly turned red with shame and anger.

"I...I don't want to use those things!"

She clenched her fists and stiffened her neck as she spoke.

"Then you have to agree to one of my conditions." Aoyama Hidenobu held her and sat down on a sofa, gently lifting the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of long legs wrapped in black stockings.

Akina Nakamori's body stiffened, her breathing became a little rapid, she closed her eyes, and asked, "What are the conditions?"

"Sing while you do it, and I want to listen to your famous song." Aoyama Hidenobu was full of evil taste.

"You..." Akina Nakamori opened her eyes and glared at the devil who seemed righteous but actually had a den of evil where he played with women. She gritted her teeth and said, "You are so vulgar! So shameless!" In the end, she still suppressed her shame and agreed to sing. Aoyama Hidenobu tried it and was worthy of being the original singer. Even the feeling of her throat was different.

Listen to music while outputting.

This is called sensational.

Akina Nakamori was too thin to withstand the whipping. After playing for more than half an hour, Aoyama Hidenobu left her behind and went downstairs wrapped in a bath towel to find Mrs. Nohara.

"Mr. Qingshan, have a drink of water."

Nohara Yiren carefully handed over a glass of water.

Aoyama Hidenobu, who had just finished exercising, really needed to replenish water. He took the cup and drank it all, then handed it to her and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

Nohara Ito put down the water cup, put her arm around Aoyama Hidenobu's arm and sat down on the sofa, and said slowly:
"Something was not right with the deputy director of the business department, Shen Yuanjian, today. In the past, he just ate and waited for death, but this afternoon he suddenly came to me and said that he wanted to take on more responsibilities. This is obviously not in line with his style."

"Besides, he is one of the founding members of my husband's family. Some of them are unwilling to let me take control of the company. I suspect he wants to stir up trouble."

Shin Won-ma was too anxious and couldn't wait to show his usefulness to Haruno Junji.

"Why not just ask him and you'll know." Aoyama Hidenobu picked up the phone and called Zhao Qinghong.

"Mr. Zhao, go..." Aoyama Hidenobu didn't know Shen Yuanjian's address, so he turned to look at Nohara Yiren.

Nohara Ito spoke out quickly.

Aoyama Hidenobu continued, "Zhao Sang, did you hear that? Send someone to this place right away and bring a man named Shen Yuanjian to... see me."

"Hi!" Zhao Qinghong responded, and decided to do it himself. Anything arranged by Aoyama Hidenobu, even if it was a small matter, he would personally lead people to do it.

"Da~da~da~"

There was a slight sound of footsteps.

Aoyama Hidenobu turned his head and saw Nakamori Akina walking down slowly, her face still flushed, her hair disheveled, her upper body wearing his white shirt, and her legs wearing black stockings that he had just torn into pieces.

After meeting the gazes of Aoyama Hidenobu and Nohara Ito, Akina Nakamori felt shy and could only bite the bullet and say, "My mouth is dry, I want to drink some water."

She is the one who needs to replenish water the most.

Nohara Ito smiled and stood up to pour her some water.

Akina Nakamori drank three cups of wine before she finally let out a sigh of relief. Then she bowed to the two of them embarrassedly and ran upstairs without looking back.

"She is truly more beautiful than a flower. Are you planning to keep her for a long time, sir?" Nohara Iren asked tentatively.

Aoyama Hidenobu held her in his arms and said, "Someone has paid for me. If I let her go after playing with her just once, wouldn't that be a big loss? Let's keep her for a few years."

He was quite satisfied with Akina Nakamori. He was tired of the previous Nakayama sisters and sent them away.

"She is too famous, sir, please don't let anyone take a picture of her." Nohara Iren whispered.

Aoyama Hidenobu smiled and said, "My famous penis is also big."

The two of them were being affectionate with each other, and Nohara Yiren would chuckle from time to time. Ten minutes later, the frightened Shen Yuanjian was brought in by Zhao Qinghong and his men.

"Mr. Aoyama, the person is here." Zhao Qinghong bowed and kept his head down, not looking at Nohara Iren, who was wearing cool clothes in Aoyama Hidenobu's arms.

His two subordinates also lowered their heads sensibly.

Only Shen Yuanjian was ignorant, or rather, he had no time to be sensible. He was forced to kneel on the ground by two strong men and was unable to move. He was panicked.

"President Nohara, Mr. Aoyama, what are you doing? What did I...what did I do wrong?"

"Do you still want your eyes?" Aoyama Hidenobu hugged Nohara Iren, resting his chin on her neck, his hands sliding on her legs, and asked in a calm tone.

Shen Yuanjian was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He lowered his head and stammered, "I didn't see anything, Mr. Qingshan. I'm nearsighted and I have presbyopia. I didn't see anything clearly! I didn't see anything clearly!"

He really didn't see anything, because he was so scared that he had no time to look at the beauty.

"Why are you kneeling here now?"

Qingshan Hidenobu asked calmly.

"I... I don't know, please tell me clearly, Mr. Qingshan." Shen Yuanjian's forehead was covered with sweat. He suppressed his fear and remained calm, his whole body trembling.

"You really don't know? Since you are a founding father of the company, I will give you a minute to organize your words and then answer me again."

Aoyama Hidenobu had no idea about anything, but that did not stop him from remaining calm and pretending to be confident.

Shin Won-jae knelt there, trembling, with a conflicted feeling in his heart. Could it be that Aoyama Hidenobu really had evidence of his collusion with Haruno Junji? But he and he had just agreed on the cooperation this morning!
But if it wasn't this, what else could it be? Should I admit it? Should I take a gamble?

This minute felt extremely long to him.

"Have you thought about it?"

He came back to his senses when Aoyama Hidenobu's voice sounded again. His lips moved but he remained silent for a long time.

"Send him on his way." Aoyama Hidenobu waved his hand.

The two strong men who were escorting Shen Yuanjian immediately lifted his shoulders, one on each side, and dragged him out.

"No! I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Mr. Qingshan, please spare me! I was wrong, I'll tell you everything!"

(End of this chapter)