I became the King of Ryukyu

A lean, elderly man wearing retro monocle and a well-tailored suit walked in. "Excuse me, is this Mr. Zheng Yi's residence? Oh, this must be Mr. Zheng Yi?"

His voice is the standard accent of Yamatekoji, Tokyo, exactly like that of an NHK news anchor.

The old man looked around, seemingly oblivious to the police officers, then smiled, bent down, and handed them a plastic card. His movements were meticulous, showing no signs of old age.

As soon as Zheng Yigang raised his hand, Otsuka Akihiko snatched it first. Without even glancing at the imposing silver-haired old man, he turned around and respectfully bowed with both hands above his head, handing the card to his most beloved father.

Zheng Yi took the card with disdain, wiped it with his clothes, and then realized that it was actually his student card. The brand-new card had the two Chinese characters "Zheng Yi" written on it in a pleasing way.

"Who are you?"

"I am Ms. Mioko's housekeeper, and I have come to return Mr. Zheng Yi's student card."

The old man had a warm and polite face, and he looked like the kind of top-notch worker who frequented the wealthy Shirokanedai neighborhood in Tokyo and worked for the super-rich. He exuded an aura of old money.

"Thank you so much, and thank you to Honbu-hime, um, Honbu-kun. I didn't expect her to be so kind. I'll definitely thank her properly when I see her tomorrow—no, I mean today!"

Zheng Yicai didn't believe that a haughty young lady like Mioko from the main branch would send her butler to return a student card in the middle of the night, but in any case, it was definitely the right thing to do to take advantage of the situation.

"Dad, are you having an affair?" Otsuka Akihiko wiped away his tears and shouted, "After you get married and change your surname, the name Zheng Mioko is very nice. You should marry this woman! My mother, that slut, is not good enough for you! I want Zheng Mioko to be my mother!"

"Ah, this is..."

Even though the old butler had been in politics and business for many years and was very knowledgeable, he was still stunned by the "filial son" in front of him.

"Don't worry about him, sir." Zheng Yi reached out and pushed away Otsuka Akihiko, who wanted to snuggle up to feel his father's embrace, and said, "He's sheltered from the sand and wind."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the middle-aged police inspector out of the corner of his eye.

In Japan, while politicians from powerful families might be able to challenge big capitalists, ordinary civil servants are nothing more than dogs kept by capitalists.

Sure enough, the middle-aged police inspector tensed up when he heard the word "headquarters".

The old man also raised his wrist and looked at a very simple watch, which Zheng Yi knew he definitely couldn't afford. He said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Zheng Yi. Would you like me to accompany you? I have some influence in the legal profession."

Before Zheng Yi could even reply, the old man had already started picking out business cards from his old-fashioned wallet.

It's like playing poker. You pick out business cards with your left hand, insert the suitable ones into your right hand, and put the unsuitable ones back in your wallet. Before long, it's like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, with your right hand holding a handful of business cards from top lawyers in Okinawa Prefecture and even Tokyo.

The middle-aged police inspector craned his neck to glance at this "playing card," and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Any one of the top lawyers on the deck could severely damage his career, and it was even possible that he would lose his job.

He swallowed hard, then subtly made a hand gesture. A trusted officer who had also received a bribe quietly slipped out of the room, only to return shortly afterward.

He whispered in the middle-aged police inspector's ear, "They're from the headquarters' conglomerate, and they're high-ranking. That car has a special registration at the police headquarters!"

"It's getting too late!"

The middle-aged police inspector's expression immediately changed. Pointing at the still-rolling, chubby Tetsuya, he loudly rebuked, "Gentlemen, you're all too bureaucratic! An eight-year-old child, the budding talent of our Japan, is at the age where he's growing and needs plenty of sleep. Takasugi, immediately process the simplified procedures. Make sure this, this..."

He snatched the ID card from the young officer's hand, glanced at it, and continued, "Make sure this 8-year-old, Tetsuya, is asleep before 1 a.m. Hmm, Takasugi, write Tetsuya a leave slip. If he's late tomorrow, explain the situation to the school on behalf of our police force. We must demonstrate the spirit of unity between the police and the people of Shiling Jiaofan!"

……

In my sleep.

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September 22, Fire Sunday.

Just before the alarm went off, Zheng Yi reached out and turned it off.

Xuande Gong's straw mat was cool and comfortable, and even without air conditioning, his sleep quality was quite good.

I sleep at 2 AM and wake up at 5 AM; even the King of Hell praises my good health.

Zheng Yi brushed his teeth and washed his face with his eyes half-closed, put on a T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, and picked up a full garbage bag.

After passing the third floor, I could hear Tetsuya's snoring through the door, even worse than the barking of the stray dogs on Kume Island.

He went up to the second floor and looked down. A small figure was busy in the izakaya.

The tables, chairs, and benches had already been set up by the police officers from Shiling Jiaofan, who are like family to the police. Some of the thugs also helped out. They scraped together the money, especially since Jin Tenglong had bled and lost money, but it was only enough for my monthly medical expenses like Guyongtai's.

The golden sunrise outside the window was still shrouded in the pale night.

Under the dim light of the oil-paper lanterns, Yugi's small face was half-asleep, as if she were sleepwalking.

She held a rag in one hand, squatted on the ground, and wiped away the wine stains and bloodstains little by little, just like a kitten licking its fur.

Zheng Yi sighed, put the trash on the corner of the second floor, went downstairs, and got back to work.

When he wiped away the last trace of blood and turned around, Yuki was already curled up asleep in the corner.

I went upstairs, grabbed a shirt, and draped it over her shoulders.

Zheng Yi went back, picked up the trash, opened the second-floor window, and tiptoed out.

"Dad!" Otsuka Akihiko's pig-faced face appeared in front of him.

"Ada!"

Zheng Yi kicked him in the chest, then slapped him hard across the face with a garbage bag, making him spin like a top, before grabbing him and jumping off the low eaves.

Damn it, this guy was indeed waiting for me, but not at the main gate!

Looks like he does know a bit about military strategy!

The thugs were all taken away yesterday, but it's clear that the forces behind Akihiko Otsuka had already made arrangements, so they weren't imprisoned at all.

But is that idiot Jin Yetenglong actually dead?

Zheng Yi found it strange that the police station was unusually quiet.

"dad!"

"Sweetie, Dad has a few questions for you."

Ten minutes later, Zheng Yi looked serious.

Akihiko Otsuka had fallen back into a baby-like sleep and was thrown into the trash can along with the garbage.