Lin Qiang didn't return to his homeland unprepared; he brought people and money with him.
Unbeknownst to him, the moment he landed, the moment his feet touched the soil of Kyoto, news of his return had reached the ears of those with vested interests.
He was already under surveillance.
Moreover, these people had been specially trained by Wang Sen, skilled in counter-detection.
Their clothes were somewhat old, while others dressed flamboyantly, sporting floral shirts not yet in fashion, appearing more garish than women.
Lin Qiang headed towards the place where Xiaofeng had previously stayed.
"You blind or what? You bumped into me," said a man wearing sunglasses, a floral shirt, leather shoes, a wristwatch, and a gold chain around his neck, looking every bit the nouveau riche.
Lin Qiang glanced at him. When had he, Lin Qiang, ever been bumped into by someone?
"Move aside."
Lin Qiang didn't want to stir up any trouble.
