The next day, Chen Mo was brimming with Vital Energy again. Full of vigor, he set off once more for the Tokyo region!
This time, since he was heading for a small place near Sasebo, there were no railways—only long-distance buses! It would be better to drive there and worry about changing transportation once he reached Fukuoka.
Since Chen Mo had changed his appearance again, he passed safely through several roadblocks and Checkpoints along the way. The closer he got to Sasebo, the stricter the inspections became, but once he entered the Fukuoka region, the checks grew relatively fewer.
Meanwhile, all of Japan was rallying in support of the capital's earthquake victims. This earthquake, especially after the second quake, had inflicted the most severe earthquake damage seen in nearly a century across the entire Mount Fuji region, including most of Tokyo.
Not only did officials appear on television programs one after another to soothe the public, but even Japan's yakuza and other thugs—though covered in Azure Dragon tattoos on the left and tigers on the right—had all headed to the front lines to take part in disaster relief.
In Japan, all thugs, especially those recognized by the government, often presented themselves as service staff for the public. Of course, that was probably a social phenomenon in itself!
This time, even the Yamaguchi group, whose leader had died in Sasebo, had joined the relief efforts under the organization of their respective Consultants and wakagashira. Whether they had a group leader or not, they had to appear especially approachable before the public!
As Chen Mo drove, he listened to the beeping sounds on the radio. He found some of Japan's social customs rather amusing.
A thug might go around lending money at usurious interest rates, ruin families, exploit the men, send the