At nine in the evening, the event thrown for Aoyama Xiu Xin was a complete mess, with women's intimate clothing scattered all over the floor, and even the hostess who was supposed to only perform her talent had been stripped of her garments to play music and dance.
Everyone was red-faced and thick-necked from drinking, and the air was thick with alcohol as they toasted each other, showing camaraderie.
"Drink! Keep drinking! No one goes home sober tonight!"
"Another toast... another toast to Police Chief Aoyama!"
Though Aoyama Xiu Xin's strong physique kept him relatively sober, looking at his disgracefully drunken colleagues felt like seeing the future of Japan.
If word of this event were to leak, the public would surely be outraged, yet they would never realize that this was just a routine practice among bureaucrats entertaining each other.
"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"
The shrill sound of the telephone rang out.
