Kanagawa Prefecture, Er Gong Town.
The salty sea breeze slapped against the face and waves crashed against the shore with a constant splash.
Not far away, three cars were parked by the road.
Seven or eight men were idly chatting while smoking.
Yamakawa Ichiro, not sporting a helmet and dressed in a brown kimono, sat atop a huge rock, fishing with his rod, while the spray that occasionally splashed onto the rock beneath him had already soaked through his wooden sandals and tabi socks.
After an unknown amount of time, as a van drove up, the seven or eight men stopped their idle banter and stubbed out their cigarettes.
The van came to a stop and a middle-aged man kicked Panasonic Xingzhi, who was bound hand and foot, out of the passenger side, following closely behind. He then called out to Yamakawa Ichiro, who was fishing on the rocks, "Mr. Yamakawa, I've brought you the person."
