Lin Chuan had just left when a large crowd in hot pursuit immediately appeared behind him. Fortunately, they had not reacted yet, and by the time they did, the car was already far away.
"Oh no, damn it, this bastard!"
"Chase, chase now!"
A group of bodyguards quickly rushed out.
At this moment, a line of men in black suits came down from upstairs, led by none other than Fujii. Fujii was dressed in a black suit, wearing white silk gloves, and held a pen in his hand. The guy was about 1.7 meters tall, not very bulky, but he had quite a bit of flesh on his face. At first glance, he did not look like a good person; such a man would likely be subjected to strict scrutiny at any train station in China.
"Mr. Fujii, he's killed three of our brothers," a man in black hurriedly approached.
"Who is he?" Fujii asked.
"We don't know yet!" the man in black shook his head.
"How did he infiltrate the Kyoto Building?" Fujii asked again.
"This..." The man in black hesitated.
Bang!
