"This doesn’t prove anything."

Just five words, stubbornly refusing to admit.

Jian Yiwei stared at him without speaking.

Actually, as long as there’s evidence that Qi Yun and Brother Quan had contact, the Police Department would have grounds to arrest him.

But there’s a prerequisite: Qi Yun’s identity must be that of an ordinary person... at least an ordinary person in Japan.

But the issue is, he’s not...

Jian Yiwei still remembers the last time Hatoyama Kiichi asked him to help capture Qi Yun, which ended up involving behemoths like Mitsubishi, SoftBank, and 7-11, nearly causing a turmoil.

In the end, he was forced to relent and give in.

Now Brother Quan and the others haven’t confessed, and there’s not only no direct evidence linking Qi Yun to the attack, they even hold a trump card. Naturally, he doesn’t dare act rashly again.

"I cannot agree to your terms; the criminal who assassinated the emperor must go through review, otherwise the public will not accept it!" Jian Yiwei’s tone was firm; this was his bottom line, impossible to compromise.

Qi Yun nodded: "You’re right, the criminal who assassinated the emperor should certainly go through review."

Jian Yiwei raised his eyebrow, unsure of Qi Yun’s intentions.

Qi Yun pointed to the documents on the table and continued, "I know the Prime Minister needs to give the public an explanation, but... as far as I know, their identity information hasn’t been released publicly."

"So the attackers could be them, or it could be... someone else..."

"Prime Minister, am I right?"

Jian Yiwei squinted, understanding the implication in Qi Yun’s words, clearly suggesting he find some scapegoats.

He really didn’t care who had killed Demar, as long as he could silence the public and the Imperial Family, stabilize the situation. For him, those six people could be anyone.

After a brief silence, he asked in return: "How can you assure me you won’t leak the contents of the USB drive."

Qi Yun sighed in relief, considering this acceptance of his terms.

"It’s simple. First, I’ve held onto these things for a long time. If I wanted to expose them, I would’ve handed them to those on Wall Street long ago."

"Secondly, the Prime Minister should know I’m very closely connected with several capital magnates in Japan; a collapse of the Japanese economy would certainly affect them, thus impacting my interests."

"Most importantly, if I reveal this information, we would become mortal enemies, and you would certainly use all your power to seek revenge on me, which has no benefit for me."

Qi Yun lied calm and collected...

The reason he hadn’t exposed these things earlier was because he was busy exploring the Land of Eternal Life with De Gaulle, unable to spare time.

Later, he considered collaborating with Fu Wentao and Liu Guangxin to short Japan’s stock market and reap a massive profit, but before he could act on this thought, the incident occurred.

Plans couldn’t keep up with changes.

Jian Yiwei stared at Qi Yun, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Qi Yun’s words seemed reasonable, but Jian Yiwei remained cautious, as those in power always hoped to control everything. This potential threat left him uneasy.

"I admit your reasoning is valid, but it’s not enough."

Jian Yiwei stood up, adjusted his suit, and walked to the window, thinking clearly, "I need a chip, something to ensure you never leak this matter."

Qi Yun frowned, feeling this essentially required him to give up leverage.

Not only did he not have such leverage, even if he did, he wouldn’t hand it over.

After thinking, he proposed a compromise: "Sorry, I don’t have a chip to give you, but... I can help you completely control the Hatoyama Clan."

"Does this condition satisfy the Prime Minister?"

Indeed, he intended to sell out Hatoyama Yuchi.

After all, both sides were originally enemies, and selling out wouldn’t cause any psychological burden.

A flicker of surprise crossed Jian Yiwei’s eyes, questioning Qi Yun’s ability to do so.

Yet, upon reconsidering that this meeting was arranged by the Hatoyama Clan, perhaps Qi Yun really held some cards...

"How do you plan to help me?"

Qi Yun didn’t explain further, pulling out his phone and handing it over: "Prime Minister, listen to this recording."

Jian Yiwei took the phone with confusion, looking at Qi Yun differently after listening to the recording.

"Could this guy be a spy?"

"How does he know about all these hidden matters..."

...

Return to the present.

When the Home Affairs Officer heard the Prime Minister say those terrorists were Japanese, his expression froze for a moment, staring at the Prime Minister at the podium in confusion.

"What really happened? Why does the information on the criminals differ from the materials he saw earlier!?"

He then looked toward the Police Chief afar, keenly detecting an unnatural tension in his demeanor...

With the Prime Minister’s personal intervention, the attack incident was conclusively settled.

The final result ended with the Police Chief resigning in disgrace, and the Prime Minister publicly apologizing to the nation on camera.

As for those six criminals, they were characterized as vicious extremists, suspected of mental issues, to be processed through the fastest judicial proceedings.

Considering royal face, the proceedings wouldn’t be public, only the final verdict released.

Though some citizens questioned the suspect photos released by officials, noticing discrepancies between their builds and those seen online earlier.

Yet, this was only a few, and dissenting voices were quickly dealt with.

Previously posted online videos, pictures, and information were also deleted.

Overall, the majority accepted the official narrative, all busy mourning the emperor, with few real-life detectives among them.

...

At ten in the morning, two Toyota Alphards drove into the Self-Defense Force’s base.

After staying about ten minutes, the vehicles quickly left, heading straight for the airport.

Soon, they arrived outside the airport, driven onto the tarmac under the guidance of a Self-Defense Force major, where a Gulfstream G700 was ready for takeoff.

After everyone onboard, the plane began taxiing down the runway.

Only when flying high did everyone finally relax.

On the plane, Niu Da looked somewhat guilty: "I’m sorry, boss, we..."

Qi Yun raised his hand, interrupting him mid-sentence: "You completed the mission brilliantly, and I, Qi Yun, thank you."

"No need for more words, rest well once we return."

Niu Da pursed his lips, nodding heavily.

Nearby, Brother Quan, Chen Wei, and others had complex expressions. Qi Yun had never said how they were rescued from the Self-Defense Force.

But they guessed it must have come at a great cost.

Taking out the emperor in the streets, even shooting down two helicopters, their guilt alone warranted ten death sentences...

Looking out at the clouds, Qi Yun felt inwardly undisturbed.

Though this revenge endeavor cost seven to eight hundred million, he didn’t regret it.

If he couldn’t retaliate for attacks on his wife and children, why live? What point was there in earning so much money?

Forget a powerless emperor; even if it were that yellow-haired kid in America, he’d dare to fight to the bitter end.

Moreover, selling that Eight-footed Jade Hook earned him nearly 2.5 billion from Harris, still a profit.

Yet, this incident also gave him a lesson: to always proceed with caution, better to earn less than to make enemies lightly.

Certainly, should trouble find him, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike hard!

His handling of the Australian casino ordeal showed this, having learned a deep lesson.

...

Meanwhile, in that grand Beijing office building.

The old man had just finished a meeting when the secretary came in to whisper a few sentences.

"Hmm." The old man’s expression became curious, "That kid has some skill, huh."

The secretary chuckled in agreement, "Minister Lan asked if you wished to call him over to give a lesson."

"He solved the trouble himself skillfully, didn’t bother him, why reprimand him?"

The old man laughed lightly, "Let him play along. I think the kid knows his limits."

"Alright, I’ll respond to him as such."

...

Da Fei is still Da Fei, huh. Won the championship in an internet café in ’13, twelve years later still standing atop the peak...