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!"
10 people!
50 people!
A 100 people!
More and more people were gathering. Within a short period of time, the crowd grew to over a 1,000 people!
The front, sides, and back entrances of the hotel had all been clogged up by angry crowds of people!
Upstairs, in the president's office.
Several of the hotel's top brass were talking and laughing.
At this moment, the hotel's lobby manager ran in in a panic.
"This is bad! President! Something bad has happened!"
"What's going on? What happened?"
"The hotel has been surrounded by crowds of people!"
