The Amazing son in law Chapter 7260
Mitsui Yoshitaka and Tawanna were utterly stunned.
They were already shocked that charlie Wade knew Steve Rothschild, but they never imagined charlie Wade would command Rothschild so casually over the phone—ending the conversation with a curse, no less. It wasn’t just giving orders to a subordinate; it felt like he was bossing around a younger brother.
While the two were left speechless, charlie Wade turned to Tawanna and said seriously, “Steve Rothschild has some influence in the United States. Give him a little time, and he should be able to handle this situation.”
Tawanna replied gratefully, “Thank you, Mr. Wade! Thank you! With the Rothschild family stepping in, this matter should be resolved…”
charlie Wade nodded and added, “But I’m helping you because of the twenty concerts, and this will be the only time. I hope you’ll keep yourself out of trouble in the future and avoid getting into situations like this again.”
Tawanna, feeling both ashamed and grateful, said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wade. I won’t repeat my mistakes. I had already distanced myself from those people, but I didn’t expect things to escalate this much.”
Lowering her head in shame, she avoided meeting charlie Wade’s eyes.
charlie Wade continued, “Also, as a public figure, I hope you’ll avoid taking sides recklessly and refrain from spreading questionable values to your hundreds of millions of fans. As an artist, it’s enough to focus on improving your talents. If you want to contribute more, look to someone like Michael Jackson—engage in public welfare initiatives that address poverty, hunger, disease, or the threats of war. That’s far more meaningful than promoting controversial ideas to minors.”
Tawanna was silent for a moment before nodding solemnly. She then looked up at charlie Wade and said with determination, “From now on, I won’t repeat my mistakes. After the twenty concerts are over, I’ll dedicate myself to public welfare, supporting underprivileged communities in third-world countries, just as Jackson did.”
“Good,” charlie Wade said. “For now, all we can do is wait for the bounty on you to be withdrawn. Once it’s abolished, you’ll be safe.”
At that moment, Hattori Hanzo, who had been guarding outside, entered respectfully. “Mr. Wade, the special police from the Metropolitan Police Department have arrived. They’ve brought a number of body bags. A man claiming to be the Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department requests to see Mr. Mitsui.”
charlie Wade said calmly, “Let him in.”
“Yes, Mr. Wade!”
A few minutes later, the Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department approached with difficulty, his flashlight illuminating the sticky blood beneath his feet.
With every step, his shoes stuck to the blood-soaked floor, producing a sickening sound of adhesion and tearing. Each step seemed to deepen his sense of dread, as if he weren’t walking through a corridor but down a path straight into purgatory.
His mind raced with panic: What am I going to do? What can I say? Over a hundred people are dead. If this gets out, I might as well end it all tomorrow to atone…
In a daze, he finally arrived at the dressing room door. Hattori Hanzo opened the door for him and said, “Mr. Watanabe, please come in.”
The Superintendent snapped out of his thoughts and looked down, searching for a clean spot to wipe his shoes. Finding none, he hesitated.
charlie Wade glanced at him and said, “Just come in. Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh… okay.” The Superintendent let out a relieved sigh. As he stepped inside, he noticed Mitsui Yoshitaka and Tawanna alive and well. A wave of relief washed over him.
“Mr. Mitsui, Miss Sweet, you’re both unharmed. That’s such a relief!”
At that moment, the Superintendent felt an overwhelming urge to cry. If anything had happened to these two, he truly wouldn’t know how to handle the situation.
Mitsui Yoshitaka asked, “Where is my brother?”
“He’s outside,” the Superintendent replied quickly. “He wanted to come in, but I stopped him. I thought it best to meet you first and get your thoughts. Besides, there are far too many bodies in the passage. We need to address that first.”
“Understood,” Mitsui Yoshitaka nodded and instructed, “Once the bodies have been taken care of, let my brother in so he can identify my ‘corpse.'”
The Superintendent of Police hesitated before asking cautiously, “Mr. Mitsui, was there some conflict between you and your brother?”
Mitsui Yoshitaka cursed angrily, “That damned bastard sent a group of samurai to assassinate me. If it weren’t for Mr. Wade and the Iga Ninja, I might really be dead by now.”
“How could something like this happen?” the Superintendent exclaimed, though he quickly realized it wasn’t all that shocking. Similar incidents had occurred in other large families in Japan. As a seasoned officer, he was no stranger to such matters.
He then recalled seeing the captured, masked samurai when he entered and asked urgently, “Those samurai captured outside—are they the ones who tried to assassinate you?”