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Later that afternoon.
Tokyo.
Outside the Asakusa Hotel.
A crowd started gathering in all directions. Some people were scolding angrily, some looked enraged, and some had sullen faces. There was a mix of men and women, young and old.
“We’re here!”
“It’s the Asakusa Hotel!”
“This is the place!”
“Motherfucker!”
“Zhang Ye is in there! ...
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