Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 553 - 368: Negotiation

Inside the villa, only after all of Hatoyama Kiichi’s men had withdrawn, did the red dot hovering around his brow finally disappear.

Only then did Hatoyama Kiichi dare to exhale heavily, his back already soaked in cold sweat. He wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead and walked over to sit on a stone bench nearby.

"Mr. Qi..." Hatoyama Kiichi licked his dry lips, breaking the silence first, with a significant air of flattery in his tone, "Earlier my men were reckless and offended you, I apologize to you."

As a congressional member and the future sect leader of the Hatoyama Clan, he was long accustomed to the reverence and flattery of others, when had he ever been so humble?

But the situation was beyond his control now, and he didn’t dare to gamble on whether Qi Yun had the guts to kill him... 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"There’s no need for an apology." Qi Yun calmly stubbed out his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke, "I came here only to retrieve what belongs to me. Just return my belongings."

Hatoyama Kiichi hesitated after hearing this. Regarding the origin of the two treasure swords, Hatoyama Yuchi had already reported to him that they were undoubtedly the most representative national treasures of Huaxia.

He had already planned to present one of the swords to the emperor during a meeting two days later.

Although the Imperial Family of Japan had been declining, it remained the spiritual symbol of the whole nation.

If he could present such a rare Huaxia treasure sword as a gift, not only could he greatly please the Imperial Family, but he could also gain invaluable political resources and possibly the implicit support of the forces behind the Imperial Family in the next election.

He had contemplated this plan all night and had carefully considered his words for when presenting the gift, but now he had to reluctantly hand it over, how could he be willing?

But the scene from before where he was locked on by a sniper rifle was still vivid in his mind; if he didn’t hand over the items, it was uncertain if he could walk out of there alive today...

Qi Yun glanced at him, seemingly sensing his internal struggle, and sneered, "What? You don’t intend to return them to me?"

Hatoyama Kiichi’s whole body stiffened, as if a thief whose thoughts had been exposed, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

The higher the position and the greater the power a person holds, the more they cherish their life; no treasure is worth as much as one’s life.

"No... that’s not it, you’ve misunderstood!" He hurriedly waved his hand, wanting to explain, "It’s just that..."

"No ’just’!" Qi Yun interrupted Hatoyama Kiichi’s words before he could finish, in a decisive tone, "I must get my belongings tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Quan stepped forward, staring at Hatoyama Kiichi with unfriendly eyes, the black barrel of a gun directly aimed at his forehead.

Hatoyama Kiichi’s body instantly froze, the cold barrel pressed against his skin, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

This was the first time in his life he had experienced such coercion.

Even though he was unwilling in his heart, in the face of the black barrel of the gun, both his identity and pride seemed to become worthless.

"Mr. Qi, let’s talk this out!" Hatoyama Kiichi’s voice shook uncontrollably, "I will return the items to you! Please put the gun down first."

If he had his own people present, he might have maintained a tough demeanor, but since there were only outsiders, there was no need to put on a show.

Seeing that this old fellow finally surrendered, Qi Yun’s expression slightly eased, and he nodded at Brother Quan.

Brother Quan understood and withdrew the muzzle.

"Have them bring the items in, then you can leave."

Hatoyama Kiichi took a long breath, but his expression quickly turned bitter again, "Mr. Qi, the items are in my Tokyo office, I... I didn’t bring them with me..."

Qi Yun’s eyes suddenly became sharp, glaring at Hatoyama Kiichi like a knife, "Are you playing games with me?"

Almost simultaneously, Brother Quan raised the gun again, the black muzzle pressing once more against Hatoyama Kiichi’s temple. The cold metal touch caused his momentarily relaxed nerves to instantly tense, with cold sweat continually rolling down his skin.

"I’m not! Absolutely no such intention!" Hatoyama Kiichi’s voice trembled like a sifting chaff, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, "Truthfully! Those items are too precious, I feared carrying them wouldn’t be safe, so I specifically locked them in the office safe. I can take you there to retrieve them now!"

This time he wasn’t lying, because before coming, he hadn’t planned on returning the items, so he hadn’t brought them at all.

But who could have imagined that the person opposite him would be so audacious to the point of completely disregarding his identity, and directly threatening to kill him...

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun still fixed his gaze on Hatoyama Kiichi, attempting to discern whether he was lying by using intelligence queries, but to no avail.

After contemplating for a few seconds, he let out a sneer, "It seems you’re still unwilling to return my items."

"No, absolutely not my intention! Mr. Qi has misunderstood!" Hatoyama Kiichi hurriedly waved to explain, "Please accompany me to retrieve them, I assure you intact delivery in your hands."

Qi Yun shook his head, "No need, have your subordinates bring the items over, I’ll wait here."

Upon hearing this, Hatoyama Kiichi showed a bitter expression, "I’m afraid... I’m afraid that’s not possible, the safe requires my fingerprint to open."

Qi Yun’s face fell, regardless of whether the other person was truthful, news from this side definitely must have spread by now, and there would surely be his forces attempting a rescue outside.

All his arrangements were set in the Capital City here, rushing off to Tokyo was truly an unwise decision.

Beside him, Brother Quan suddenly spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion, "Which hand? I’ll help cut it off and send it back with your subordinates."

Hatoyama Kiichi’s body shivered, his face instantly turning pale, "No! You can’t! Please don’t do this!"

He quickly clutched his right hand, his body involuntarily shrinking backward, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

The casual tone in which this fellow mentioned cutting it off was like cutting an apple, the ruthlessness causing his hair to stand on end.

Although he had often ordered his subordinates to commit harakiri, how could his noble body be compared to those commoners?

Qi Yun remained silent, understanding that if he truly cut this person’s hand, it would be akin to killing him, and once the Japanese government found out, they surely wouldn’t let him off easily.

His goal was only to retrieve the two treasure swords, not to push the situation to an irreparable stage.

Brother Quan glanced at Qi Yun as if guessing his thoughts, speaking again, "I’ll take people and accompany him to retrieve the items."

Qi Yun looked at Brother Quan somewhat surprised, not expecting him to volunteer, as even a fool could imagine how dangerous following the other party would be.

Brother Quan chuckled nonchalantly, "I came with you precisely for this, I can’t let you take the risk."

"Ever since the day I joined the boss, he already gave us all the settling-in allowance in advance. This is our job."

After saying this, he again turned his gaze to Hatoyama Kiichi, his tone turning cold, "And, I believe he’s a smart man."

Hatoyama Kiichi hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Yes, I have no grudge against Mr. Qi, it’s just a small misunderstanding, I won’t do anything rash."

"If you don’t feel reassured, I’m willing to leave Hatoyama Yuchi here!"