As Aoyama Xiu Xin uttered the words "Yamamoto Ken," everyone's gaze instinctively focused on a middle-aged man with a big belly and a greasy face.
Idiot!
Seeing everyone looking at him, Yamamoto Ken cursed inwardly, then stood up with a flattering smile, bowed slightly, and said in a very humble tone, "I am Yamamoto Ken. What do the officers need from me? I will definitely cooperate!"
"I am Asai Ayumi from the Shinjuku Police Station's firearms department, and these are my subordinates." Asai Ayumi looked helplessly at Aoyama Xiu Xin, showed her credentials to prove her identity, and then said, "Everyone else, leave."
The men and women in the private room, feeling as if they had been granted a great pardon, rushed out one after another.
The young man on the ground, with a bloody and broken head, also got up, covered his head, and staggerly walked out of the room, even politely closing the door behind him.