Once he got in the car, Lin Mu communicated with the driver in Eastern language. Since Lin Mu had executed several international missions with the North African Wolf Fang Mercenaries, he could use some simple Eastern to communicate, so the driver understood Lin Mu's awkward Eastern, and they headed towards the Hiroshima City Express Hotel.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Lin Mu stretched a bit, as flying indeed made one easily feel fatigued. Just then, Lin Mu's phone rang—it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello!" Lin Mu coldly answered, feeling a hint of hostility from this call.
"Heh, not bad, kid, you came to Hiroshima City alone." On the other end, Jinye chuckled, as if a scheme had succeeded.
"Jinye, you're indeed cunning! I just arrived in Hiroshima City and you already found out within ten minutes after I got off the plane. Since you know I'm here, shouldn't we meet and talk?" Lin Mu sneered, curious about Jinye's plot.
