As Aoyama Xiu Xin gave the order to let through, the police at the alley entrance stepped aside, and Jinwei Yu rushed into the alley, his eyes instantly reddening as he saw his son's blood-drenched body in the rain, his body trembling slightly.
"Teng! Teng!! Teng!!!"
Jinwei Yu fell to his knees with a thud and embraced his son's corpse, wailing bitterly, hysteric as he called out his son's name. Truly, the bond between father and son was deep.
"Guardian Prosecutor, please accept my condolences," Aoyama Xiu Xin stood under an umbrella, comforting Jinwei Yu in the rain.
If it had been anyone else, they most certainly would have held their umbrella over the other's head, but he was the Asai family's son-in-law, after all; he didn't need to lick the boots of a senior prosecutor.
Ever since he started living off the Asai family, not just anyone was entitled to his oral services.
