Just like that, the two of them stayed in the car until nightfall.
Lin Yi’s expression grew darker and darker. He had run through countless solutions, but none seemed feasible.
The situation in Japan felt like a deadlock. So far, no breakthrough opportunity had presented itself.
At around ten in the evening, Lin Yi started the car, preparing to take action.
“Mr. Lin Yi, where are we headed?”
“Let’s check out the airport and see what the situation is. At this point, we can only take a gamble.”
“Alright, alright.”
After driving for about half an hour, Lin Yi parked the car two kilometers away from Haroshima Airport.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to drive closer, but the area ahead was tightly secured. Blinding searchlights and headlights lit up every inch within a hundred meters.
All vehicles were being intercepted. Trying to sneak in was nearly impossible.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Yi tried taking two alternative routes, but the situation was the same, if not tighter.
With no other options, Lin Yi turned the car around and headed toward Haroshima Port.
The situation there was nearly identical to the airport—layers of security, so tight it was suffocating.
“Mr. Lin Yi, what do we do now?”
“The cargo port is slightly more chaotic than the airport. Let’s observe the surroundings; maybe we’ll find an opportunity.”
Sitting in the car, Lin Yi watched the distant activity at the port.
What unsettled him was the fact that all the giant cranes at the port had stopped working—there wasn’t a single sound to be heard.
This was the exact scenario he feared most.
If the port was completely shut down, it would mean sealing off all escape routes.
Japan didn’t have land borders with any other country. There wouldn’t even be a chance to flee.
Silently, Lin Yi lit another cigarette.
The white smoke swirled inside the car, as an ominous premonition weighed heavily on his mind.
Trapped here, the more he moved, the longer it took, the more likely he was to slip up.
The authorities weren’t fools—they were far sharper than he had initially anticipated.
And then there were the foreign operatives who had also infiltrated Japan.
If things kept dragging on like this, he wouldn’t last more than a few days.
He had to come up with a solution—fast.
About half an hour later, Lin Yi drove away.
He found an abandoned construction site, shrouded in darkness. Hidden by the night, no one would be able to find them unless daylight broke.
Lin Yi fiddled with his phone, his brows furrowed tightly.
At this point, all he could do was play the waiting game against the other side.
Japan’s economy was highly dependent on import-export trade.
A sealed port couldn’t last long. In at most a month, ships would have to sail out again.
If he could hold on for just another half month, there might still be a chance!
“Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Noticing Caie Mitsui shifting restlessly, Lin Yi asked.
“I’ve been sitting in the car all day, so just a little,” Caie Mitsui said.
“But it’s nothing serious. I can endure it—just need to stretch a bit.”
“Come on, let’s get out and walk for a bit,” Lin Yi said with a smile.
“We’re safe for the time being, so we don’t need to be overly cautious. No one will find us here.”
“You’re sure it’s alright?”
“Of course. Would I joke about something like this?”
One after the other, they got out of the car. Caie Mitsui took a deep breath of fresh air and stretched lazily, her slender waist glowing with a jade-like luster.
“Mr. Lin Yi.”
Caie Mitsui opened her arms wide.
“What are you doing?” Lin Yi asked with a chuckle.
“A hug.”
Lin Yi was half amused, half exasperated. “You’re a world-class financial tycoon, and you still act like this? Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Not at all,” Caie Mitsui said coquettishly, her tone teasing:
“There’s no one else here anyway. Besides, hugging the man I love is perfectly legitimate. Come on, hug me.”