Speaking of those Japanese people, Gao Bo gets angry. Whether it's the Yakuza or that Jingshang Gaoming, in his eyes, none of them are good people.
Still, he secretly tapped Gu Ji's arm and then gestured with his eyes towards Chen Zhiyu and the others.
The two of them had been together for four years in college. They could even smell what they ate the previous day from a fart.
Gu Ji, of course, understood what he meant.
As a special agent of the National Security Bureau, coming to Japan with a new identity was definitely for some special mission. Wading into such troubled waters was not easy. Zhang Zhonglin had specially instructed before:
Don't ask too much, don't speak too much.
After all, they were just ordinary SWAT officers, not trained in intelligence gathering.
It was one thing just to follow secrecy regulations, but if they accidentally leaked information, not only would they face disciplinary actions, but it might also affect national interests.
