CHAPTER 925: CHAPTER 898:

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Yantong, who was eating beside him, hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks.

"Li Ruo is being held by the Japanese!" Ye Chen frowned and put down his phone.

"What? Then... what should we do?" Zhang Yantong was dumbfounded and hurriedly asked, "Was that call just now from them? Did they mention any conditions?"

Out of professional habit, Zhang Yantong immediately asked the key point of the issue. Ye Chen shook his head and said, "They didn’t mention any conditions, but they told me to go to Japan!"

"Idiot, that’s the condition!" Zhang Yantong couldn’t help but curse, then glared at Ye Chen and said, "If they’re asking you to go to Japan, there must be a reason. They’re definitely trying to control you, so you absolutely can’t go; this is a trap!"

"No way!" Ye Chen looked solemnly at Zhang Yantong and said, "Even if it’s a trap, I’ll go even through a sea of knives and fire."

"Don’t you want to live anymore?" Zhang Yantong gritted her teeth and said.

"If I don’t go, what if something happens to Xiao Ruo?" Ye Chen looked at Zhang Yantong.

"Well..." Zhang Yantong bit her red lip lightly. Even for her, the director of the Ministry of Public Security, this kind of situation was beyond her control. This was not just a usual case, but an international kidnapping case. If we want to resolve it through official channels, we must have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs make a request to Japan. However, there’s the shadow of the Japanese government behind this matter.

If we make the request, it would be the same as telling the Japanese that we’ve reported it to the police. It’s clear that such an approach won’t work. Zhang Yantong looked up at Ye Chen and asked, "So... what are you going to do?"

"No, I have to leave now!" Ye Chen hurriedly ran out, leaving Zhang Yantong alone in the huge room. The sense of living as a couple for a day was shattered in less than a day. Watching Ye Chen’s hastily running figure, Zhang Yantong felt a bit weak all over. Is love sometimes so helpless? Zhang Yantong looked at Ye Chen’s anxious departing back, showing a trace of helplessness, muttering to herself, "If someday I were kidnapped, would you be so worried about me?"

Helpless as it may be, it involves Li Ruo’s life safety, so Zhang Yantong couldn’t stop him.

Ye Chen hurriedly found Liu San and asked him to take him to the airport. Liu San was still puzzled all the way. He had just been drinking happily with King Guangmu and others, yet Brother Chen pulled him out and asked him to take him to the airport. Liu San couldn’t help but ask Ye Chen several times what had happened, but Ye Chen remained silent all the way.

Arriving at the airport, Ye Chen directly bought the earliest flight to Shanghai, just in time to catch the last bus. About half an hour later, Ye Chen boarded the plane. After getting off the plane in Shanghai, he caught a flight to Japan.

Once in Japan, he landed in Fukuoka. There, Zhang Lang and others from the Heavenly Reversal Gang were developing their influence. Although the Yakuza had repeatedly tried to siege the Heavenly Reversal Gang, Zhang Lang wasn’t a fool; they dodged the attacks several times. This group had been hiding in Fukuoka, waiting for Ye Chen and others to return again with force.

Upon receiving a notification from Feng Zhixiao, Zhang Lang immediately led a group to Fukuoka Airport to pick them up. On a cold winter night, Fukuoka was experiencing heavy snow, and the little brothers were shivering, standing at the airport entrance waiting for Ye Chen’s appearance.

"Brother Lang, when is Brother Chen arriving?" A little brother wiped his nose, which was frozen as soon as it came out in this cold weather.

"Soon, soon, isn’t Brother Chen’s flight displayed on the screen?" Zhang Lang pointed at the screen at the passageway.

"Oh!" The little brother was too cold to think.

Whatever, as long as we wait at the door. The little brother stuffed his hands into his sleeves and donned a cotton hat, shivering at the entrance. Just waiting for Ye Chen to appear. Not long after, people started emerging at the airport entrance, and the little brother pointed to the first person that came out and said, "Brother Chen... isn’t that Brother Chen?"

"Brother Chen’s here!" Zhang Lang hurriedly tossed his cigarette butt on the ground, buried in the snow, white smoke billowed.

Several people hurriedly went forward, chuckling and saying, "Brother Chen, you’ve arrived!"

"Mm!" Ye Chen nodded and said, "Quickly take me to Tokyo!"

"Huh? You won’t even rest for a bit? Going to Tokyo?" Zhang Lang was stunned.

"It’s urgent!" Ye Chen looked a bit tired as he glanced at Zhang Lang. Hearing Ye Chen say this, Zhang Lang quickly told the little brother next to him, "You guys find a way to get back yourselves, I’ll drive to Tokyo with Brother Chen!"

"Huh?!" The little brothers were all taken aback, watching Zhang Lang and Ye Chen get into the car, and only as the car drove further away did they wave and say, "Hey, Brother Lang, how should we get back?"

Fukuoka Airport is quite remote; by this time the subway had long closed, and in this cold weather, taxis are unwilling to drive such a long distance to pick up passengers. The brothers hung their heads dejectedly, drooping their heads, saying, "Damn, it’s so late, how do we get back?"

"Take a bus!" A little brother grinned and said, "Damn it, go to the terminal and take a bus."

The group finally woke up and a few quickly ran towards the terminal, but alas, the bus was already slowly leaving, the last flight arrives tonight, and the last bus slowly left the airport. Looks like it’s destined not to go back tonight.

"Damn it, the last bus already left, what’s the deal!" The little brother angrily shouted.

"Well, this is great!" Three little brothers wandered outside for a while, but couldn’t think of a way to get home. Suddenly, a kid dyed with yellow hair eagerly said, "Damn, I have an idea!"

"What’s the plan?" Others huddled together for warmth, their breath visible in the cold Japanese night.

"Call the police, let’s call the police quickly!" said the blond little brother, icicles hanging from his nose, shivering. "Let’s report a fight, and when the police arrive, they’ll take us away!"

"Damn it, should’ve said so earlier!" The little brother with a phone quickly pulled it out and dialed the police.

Soon, a police car arrived on the scene. The officers, fully armed, approached and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Fighting... fighting!" The little brothers, curled up on the ground from the cold, couldn’t contain their excitement when they saw the police and rushed toward them. The officers in the car were startled, thinking these bastards were about to rob them. But unexpectedly, once in the car, they grabbed for the hot water instead. The police took these three guys back to the station, questioned them, and after understanding the situation, simply lectured them and let them go.

Ye Chen lay in the car’s passenger seat, took off his shoes, reclined the seat, and peacefully fell asleep. In his dreams, more nightmares plagued him; recently, all his dreams related to Ms. Yan, filled with gore. If Ms. Yan wasn’t being killed, he was being murdered by her. These cyclical killings left Ye Chen puzzled.

Suddenly, a big hand swung toward him, and Ye Chen dodged in panic.

"Brother Chen!" Zhang Lang hurriedly shook Ye Chen, not expecting him to wake up in a fright. He watched Ye Chen intently, asking, "Brother Chen, what’s... what’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing. Have we arrived?" Ye Chen asked hurriedly.

"Oh, we’ve arrived. The question is, where do we go next?" Zhang Lang asked anxiously.

"Find a place to stay!" Ye Chen rubbed his eyes. After traveling thousands of kilometers in a day, even his strong frame felt a bit weary.

Zhang Lang quickly found a high-grade hotel in Japan and arranged a room for Ye Chen. He stayed in the room opposite Ye Chen’s. That night, Ye Chen slept through.

The following morning, Ye Chen’s phone rang again.

"You’ve arrived in Tokyo, right?" the voice on the other end asked.

"How do you know?" Ye Chen was surprised.

"Checking your immigration records makes it obvious!" The other person chuckled coldly, "At 9 AM today, come to the front of the Tokyo Carrefour; someone will pick you up. Remember, bring no one else, or we can’t guarantee Li Ruo’s safety!"

"I’ll come alone. If anything happens to Li Ruo, I’ll have Tokyo pay with its soul!" Ye Chen took a deep breath.

"Rest assured, she’s fine!" The other voice was noticeably more serious, intimidated by Ye Chen.

After hanging up, Ye Chen quickly washed up, checked the time, and it was 7:30. With an hour and a half until the meet, Ye Chen slowed his pace slightly, and he and Zhang Lang had breakfast at the hotel restaurant.

"How long does it take to get to Carrefour from here?" Ye Chen asked.

"Let me check the electronic navigation system!" Zhang Lang replied, chewing on a sushi. He pulled out a map of Tokyo from his portable navigation device, calculated, and said with a smile, "Twenty minutes should be enough!"

"That’s good!" Ye Chen nodded.

After breakfast, Ye Chen and Zhang Lang left the hotel. Once on the road, they realized how foolish it was to rely solely on navigation. The system calculated time for normal conditions but didn’t account for how congested Tokyo traffic was at this time. The road was like an enormous parking lot.

The constant blaring of horns echoed around them, and Ye Chen was dumbfounded seeing this massive parking lot.

"Brother Chen, at this rate, we won’t reach Carrefour by nine!" Zhang Lang said through gritted teeth, watching the tightly packed traffic ahead with frustration.

"No, we need to find a way to break through!" Ye Chen sat in the passenger seat, restless. Watching the long line of cars, his patience was thin. These cars weren’t just blocking his way; they were blocking Li Ruo’s lifeline. Every minute wasted seemed to drain away part of her life.

"Got an idea!" Zhang Lang’s eyes lit up. He swiftly changed direction, steering the car onto the bicycle and pedestrian paths. The car maintained a good speed, weaving through pedestrian traffic as Zhang Lang constantly honked, scaring cyclists and pedestrians to either side.

"Oh, damn it, what’s going on?"

"Baka! Where did this reckless driver come from?"

Angry passersby yelled and pointed at the car, roaring with fury.