A black Honda with severe front-end damage sped through the empty streets at night.
Yao Yamamoto, the driver, was pale as death, his hands on the steering wheel trembling non-stop, "Quick, call Mr. Aoyama, tell him to cover for us."
"I'm calling now, right now," Zhongshan Valley stammered as he dialed, and once connected, he spoke with urgency, "Mr. Aoyama, we've just overturned Tanaka Noriaki's car, his life or death is unknown."
"Which intersection? Are there any cameras on the roadside?"
"I...I don't know, we bumped into him suddenly on the way to his house, not far from there."
"Stop the car somewhere then call me again, I'll arrange for someone to meet you."
"Hey! Please hurry!"
