On the other side, Tokyo airport.
Six men dressed as tourists leisurely followed the crowd toward the exit.
Outside the terminal, Brother Quan, wearing a baseball cap, took out his phone and looked at a received message.
It was a series of letters and numbers corresponding to a parking spot.
Brother Quan put the phone back in his pocket and nudged Chen Wei beside him with his elbow, signaling toward the parking lot.
The group slowed their pace in unison, waiting for the surrounding tour group to disperse a bit, then pretended to discuss their itinerary, chatting and laughing as they walked towards the parking lot.
At the designated parking spot, a silver-gray Honda Odyssey was quietly parked there, its windows tinted dark, obscuring the view inside.
Brother Quan approached the driver's side, reached into the area around the front wheel, and soon retrieved a set of car keys.
The car door opened, and they quickly got inside.
