Unable to get answers, the stewardess stopped asking further questions.
After all, this matter would come to light sooner or later.
And now, the priority was to rescue these people.
Chu Mo continued to sit with his eyes closed, deep in thought.
Later, the plane arrived in the island country.
Upon arriving in Tokyo, Chu Mo, Leng Meng, and Tian Lang took a taxi to the streets.
In the car, the three of them did not talk about anything—there were too many prying eyes around.
In the city center of Tokyo, there were island country women wearing kimonos and Ronin Samurai wearing wooden clogs.
"Where are we going now?" Chu Mo glanced at Tian Lang and Leng Meng before asking.
"It's getting late. Let's find a place to stay first, then contact the local informant to find out where that damned thief who stole the secret documents is, and then make our move," Tian Lang said gravely.
"Hmm," Leng Meng nodded, agreeing with Tian Lang's suggestion.
Then, they found a pretty decent hotel.
