On the other side, Hatoyama Kiichi listened to the busy signal on the phone, his face ashen.
He gritted his teeth and immediately dialed the number of the head of the Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters.
In his eyes, Qi Yun was already a dead man. He had to let him know the consequences of provoking the Hatoyama Clan.
"Good day, Mr. Hatoyama!" came the respectful voice of the chief on the other end of the line.
The chief was much like Li Tongwei, a key figure in the Kyoto police department.
If it were just a regular member of Congress, the chief wouldn't need to be so respectful. The reason for his respect was largely due to the surname of the person on the line.
