C192

Zhao Zhiqiu was walking on the busy streets of Tokyo. His eyes were still cold, but his heart was not at peace.

Three days ago, Ito finally called, but he didn't say what the mission was. He only told him the location.

Zhao Zhiqiu did not ask any further questions. He understood that what was to come was to come. Since he had already decided on this method, he would continue along this path