"Although we’ve had misunderstandings before, those misunderstandings have long dissipated, and looking at the outcome, you’ve now assumed the position of head of the Hatoyama Clan, which is something you should be thanking me for."

"Am I right?"

Hatoyama Yuchi stiffened his neck without uttering a word.

Indeed, as Qi Yun said, he was the biggest winner in the previous conflict.

Despite the pain of losing an arm, his arm was reattached after surgery.

His uncle, Hatoyama Norio, was killed by a hitman he hired, and his cousin, Hatoyama Kiichi, also "accidentally" died in a crash, making him the natural person to stand out and take charge, becoming the decision-maker of the Hatoyama Clan.

However, he still harbors hostility towards Qi Yun because the recording of him and his cousin conspiring to murder Hatoyama Norio is in Qi Yun’s possession.

It’s the biggest threat to him.

If this thing gets exposed, everything he owns now will collapse.

The old members of the Hatoyama Clan were already doubtful about his rise; if they find out he ascended by assassinating his uncle and harming his cousin, they’ll definitely band together against him.

By then, he wouldn’t just be expelled from the family but might even face legal repercussions.

Qi Yun didn’t pay attention to Hatoyama Yuchi’s attitude, a smile curled at his lips: "Mr. Hatoyama knows that if I had wanted to destroy you back then, it wouldn’t have taken much effort."

"Moreover, I’ve already returned the recording to you, showing complete sincerity; let bygones be bygones."

Hatoyama Yuchi still maintained a grim face: "What do you want!"

If possible, he indeed wishes to send this guy in front of him to see his cousin.

Yet after what happened last time, he is deeply wary of Qi Yun and doesn’t have the confidence to keep him here.

Also, this guy claims there’s no backup of the recording, but can that be believed? He doesn’t dare to bet...

Seeing that the other party was unyielding, Qi Yun couldn’t be bothered to "connect" with him anymore.

"I asked you here to help me with something—I need to meet your Prime Minister."

Yes, the reason Qi Yun wanted to meet with Hatoyama Yuchi was to see the Prime Minister of Japan.

A Prime Minister is busy dealing with national affairs every day; even high-level government officials need to schedule appointments, strangers definitely can’t meet them.

Moreover, with such a big thing happening yesterday, the difficulty is even greater.

But the Hatoyama Clan has a special status in Japan, their influence in politics is beyond imagination, which was evidenced by the Prime Minister and numerous high-level officials personally attending Hatoyama Norio’s funeral.

If Hatoyama Yuchi is willing to help, this matter still holds hope.

Hatoyama Yuchi was stunned for a few seconds after hearing, then sneered: "Why should I help you?"

Qi Yun didn’t waste words and pushed the phone next to him towards the other: "Twenty million USD, input your account, and the money will be transferred immediately."

Hatoyama Yuchi’s gaze fell on the phone screen, stunned again, seemingly not expecting Qi Yun to be so direct.

But the number twenty million does not hold strong appeal to him now.

"You are quite generous, but... do you think I’m short of this little money?" Hatoyama Yuchi sneered, intending to seize the opportunity to severely humiliate Qi Yun.

Qi Yun glanced at him, remaining silent.

He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and after a couple of puffs, said casually: "We in Huaxia have a saying: ’refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit.’

"I’m not sure if Mr. Hatoyama has heard that."

Hatoyama Yuchi’s smile froze instantly, his gaze turning sinister: "Are you threatening me?! This is Tokyo!"

Qi Yun flicked the ash off his cigarette, with an unperturbed look: "Threatening? Not really."

"I just want you to understand one fact: if I can step over you once, I can do it countless times, anywhere doesn’t make a difference."

"You’d better think carefully before answering me."

His attitude shifted from previously amicable to exceedingly assertive.

Hatoyama Yuchi’s face flushed immediately, gripping the sofa armrest tightly, the venomous look almost spilling over.

Qi Yun’s words barely acknowledged him as a person.

"Baka! Qi Yun, you’re too much!" Hatoyama Yuchi slammed his hand on the table, suppressing the rage boiling inside.

Qi Yun didn’t even lift his eyelids, speaking with a distant tone: "No need to shout at me; the decision is yours. If you’re unwilling, you can leave now."

Hatoyama Yuchi’s roaring abruptly stopped, breathing heavily, eyes filled with both hatred and anger, yet couldn’t muster the courage to leave.

The calmer Qi Yun appeared, the more insecure he felt.

This shameless guy must have kept a backup!

He’s very aware that stepping out of this room means the two will become enemies entirely, and once the evidence is revealed, he’ll immediately turn into a public enemy.

After struggling internally for a long time, he eventually sank back onto the sofa, as if drained of all energy.

He had to accept being manipulated by Qi Yun—forever carrying a proverbial sword of Damocles.

Unless...he eliminates this guy.

Seeing Hatoyama Yuchi concede, Qi Yun exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone softening slightly: "Mr. Hatoyama is a wise man; those who recognize current trends are exceptional."

"There’s no need for us to be enemies; cooperation benefits both sides, don’t you think?"

Hatoyama Yuchi tugged at the corner of his mouth, though unwilling, at this point he had no choice but to take the cue.

"Though I’m the head of the Hatoyama Clan now, I haven’t entered Congress yet; even I can’t see the Prime Minister, let alone arrange a meeting for you."

Qi Yun knew this was just an excuse on his part, attempting to regain some face.

He didn’t expose it, picked up the phone and operated it again, before handing it over.

"Thirty million USD, input your account."

Hatoyama Yuchi glanced at Qi Yun, realizing this was his bottom line, so he no longer held back, took the phone and entered his Swiss Bank account.

Though feeling frustrated, at least receiving thirty million made the humiliation somewhat worthwhile.

Qi Yun watched him finish entering the account, clicked a button, completing the transaction.

"Alright, Mr. Hatoyama, you can check your account now."

After speaking, he checked the time and continued, "You have two hours to handle this, I need to meet your Prime Minister by eight."

"Two hours!?"

Hatoyama Yuchi exclaimed, his face turning ugly again, "The Prime Minister isn’t like a roadside vendor; even if I agree to help, it takes time!"

He found Qi Yun laughable, completely ignorant of political protocols.

Even his cousin, who was a congressman, had to wait until dawn at the door of the official residence to meet the Prime Minister in the past.

"Yes, two hours." Qi Yun set down the phone, lifted his finger pointing outside, "So I purposely chose this place, to save you some time."

The hot-tempered Hatoyama Yuchi’s gaze flared up again, mentally killing Qi Yun several times before finally standing up strongly, heading outside.

...

A faint light appeared in the sky, gradually illuminating the streets of Tokyo.

A large number of media had already gathered in front of the Prime Minister’s official residence, each carrying cameras of varying sizes, all waiting for this major press conference in the morning.

A podium was readied on the lawn, several high-ranking officials quickly followed behind the interior minister.

Seeing this, reporters swarmed forward, flashlights "clicking" tirelessly.

"Minister! Is the suspect in the attack case confirmed? Is it related to ** trial set?"

"When will the government disclose the suspect’s identity and motive for the crime?"

"Will the Prime Minister resign due to this?"

"..."

Questions came one after another, like a cannonade aimed at the interior minister on stage.

The interior minister furrowed his eyebrows, gesturing for silence.

"Everyone, please wait briefly, the Prime Minister will be out soon to personally address the questions you’re concerned about."