I became the King of Ryukyu

He was on night shift and was having a long phone conversation with his girlfriend, who was studying at a university in Nagoya, when he was asked to go out on fieldwork, which he was very reluctant to do.

It was just a brawl at an izakaya. These kinds of things happen ten or eight times a week. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

Zheng Yi ordered Xiao Pang to play dead, and he did so without hesitation. But You Ji, dragging her right arm which was still bleeding from the gauze, rushed in front of him and explained quickly, "Officer, they broke into a private residence. Look at my knife wound. They also injured an eight-year-old minor..."

"You said he's eight years old?" the young officer asked, pointing to the chubby little Tetsuya rolling around on the floor as he took notes.

"I find it hard to believe too, but he really is eight years old..." Yuki ignored the pain, took out her younger brother's identity card, and said humbly.

"Alright, these are all trivial matters, no need to write them down." The police inspector interrupted his hot-headed subordinate with a cold face.

He personally pulled out handcuffs and walked towards Zheng Yi: "Don't resist! Lie down obediently!"

"Zheng Yi was just a tenant helping out; this matter has nothing to do with him. Tell me to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation!"

I, like Gu Youji, once again stood in front of Zheng Yi. He knew that when facing the police, a petite and charming girl like myself would easily receive preferential treatment, or at least be less likely to be targeted.

Her left hand discreetly switched to recording mode in her pocket: "And, officer, what is your legal basis?"

She also noticed that something was off about the police captain; he seemed to be targeting her personally rather than the issue at hand.

Yuki has made up her mind that even if the budget is tight and even if doing so will affect the already slow business, she will go to the electronics market tomorrow to buy a surveillance camera and install it in the store.

The middle-aged police inspector interrupted her with a cold laugh: "What a joke, of course it's Article 208 of the Criminal Code, the crime of assault. Not only him, but you are also suspected of assaulting others. Come with us to be investigated."

You get paid to do things, so who cares who's in charge and who's in charge?

His employer's task was to find a way to bring the izakaya owner and the handsome young man back to the police station and detain them for 72 hours.

The chubby boy who lost his guardian will be taken away by community staff and placed under temporary guardianship.

He didn't know what those people were trying to achieve by going to such lengths; all he knew was that this extra income was really easy.

Although in this case of relatively clear self-defense, the innocent party should actually be subject to a simplified procedure that can be completed on the spot—he had not yet realized that someone might have died at the scene.

Normally, it's impossible to detain someone for 72 hours under any circumstances in self-defense, but whether the situation on the ground is clear or not is up to him to decide.

As for leaving a criminal record, that's definitely impossible. He's just a lowly police inspector and head of a police station; he doesn't have that much power.

Being a police officer in Japan is really frustrating.

He couldn't help but feel envious. "If only they were American police officers. Even if they just fired and emptied the magazine, it would just be a matter of applying for paid leave."

"No, no, officer, we hit someone!"

Just as the middle-aged police inspector was enjoying the small indulgences of power while simultaneously envying its greater indulgences, an unexpected person interrupted him.

Otsuka Akihiko clutched his broken ribs, his face swollen beyond recognition, several teeth missing, and his speech slurred: "Officer, I disturbed Eurasia's rest. I'm unfilial, a son hitting his father! That wooden sword, yes, that Hōya tachi!"

Otsuka Akihiko gritted his teeth and picked up the nodachi: "My fingerprints are on the hilt, and my father's DNA is on the blade. I was such a beast, hitting my father with such a long sword, waaaah!"

"ha?"

Everyone, including Yuki, was stunned.

Otsuka Akihiko knelt before Zheng Yi, kowtowing repeatedly: "Ou Yaji, please don't die! What will we do if you leave me and my mother behind!"

"That old bastard Ikeda next door wants to be my stepfather! I absolutely don't want that!"

Otsuka Akihiko cried so hard that his voice was hoarse, his emotions were so genuine. In the countryside, hiring someone to wail like him would cost at least 4 yen per funeral.

Yu Ji was stunned.

The police were dumbfounded.

Otsuka Akihiko's underlings were dumbfounded.

[Father Recognition Card: Using this card allows you to designate one person to recognize you as their father, slightly amplifying their feelings towards their father. Duration of effect depends on the designated person's mental resistance. Cooldown: After the previous designated person regains consciousness, or 3 days later.]

[Disclaimer: This game has no obligation to provide support, resurrection, or rescue players who are verbally abused, abused, abandoned, murdered, imprisoned, or treated as emperors by their children.]

Zheng Yi was also bewildered.

Is this "Dad Recognition Card" really that powerful?

This was truly unexpected.

Unlike those who are skilled in recruiting talent, Zheng Yi truly cannot control Otsuka Akihiko after he has acknowledged him as his father!

Zheng Yi initially thought that such a traitor who had betrayed his master was probably not a filial person either, so he just tried it out of desperation.

It turns out that although Akihiko Otsuka wasn't exactly a filial son, he had childhood trauma!

His father died early, his mother remarried, and his stepfather was abusive...

These were his childhood nightmares.

He desperately wanted a biological father.

Now, in his heart, Zheng Yi is his biological father, a lifeline that can heal his unhappy childhood!

He kowtowed desperately to his father, and the injuries from those kowtows were almost more severe than the slaps Zheng Yi had given him.

"He's gone mad, he's gone mad, this guy's gone mad!" The middle-aged police inspector tried to calm himself down and ordered his officers to continue arresting Zheng Yi.

Although he didn't know what had gone wrong, he decided to stick to the original plan.

"But he clearly said he trespassed and assaulted me first." Yuki stopped the police officer, her pale fingers gripping her phone tightly. "I recorded it all. You don't want this to become a hot topic on X tomorrow, do you?"

The middle-aged police inspector's face turned cold as he once again lamented the vulnerability of lower-ranking police officers in Japan, and began to plot how he could snatch the phone from them.

"Hey, no, no, no, you can't say things like that! That's slandering my relationship with Dad!"

Otsuka Akihiko stopped kowtowing and righteously corrected him, "I only said I hit someone, I didn't say anything about trespassing. How can a son going to his father's house be considered trespassing! Father, how could I live without you!"

Zheng Yi frantically dodged his blood-soaked adopted son, causing his pure and filial piety pounce to miss its mark.

Fortunately, Otsuka Akihiko's ribs were broken beforehand, otherwise Zheng Yizhen was worried that he would be held in this guy's arms and ravaged.

It's terrifying to think about.

Upon seeing this, Yuki's face froze, and she choked on her words.

She really didn't know how to convince the police that he wasn't crazy.

She herself didn't believe it.

Taking advantage of the situation, the middle-aged police inspector shouted, "Look at him, he's completely insane! You've definitely damaged his brain. How can you believe the words of a madman? Cooperate with our work now and obediently go to the station to be interrogated!"

"Excuse me." Just then, the curtain of the izakaya was lifted, revealing an old but handsome face.