In the mountains near Osaka.
Chizo Ogura stomped over dead branches and rotten leaves, stumbling as he ran frantically forward. Panting heavily, he pulled out his phone, struggled to steady the shaking screen, and dialed a number.
"I'm near Takehara Coffee Shop right now. I don't know why the Osaka Police are after me!"
Unable to find anyone who could help him, he suddenly had an idea and decided to take a desperate gamble, calling several associates he had dealt with before. "I remember you guys are based in Osaka too—help me, think of something! I can't get arrested!"
The person on the other end froze, not expecting to receive such explosive news in broad daylight.
Hearing the panic in Chizo Ogura's voice, along with the faint shouts of police in the background, he instinctively tried to distance himself. "No matter how close we are, we can't be closer than the police chasing you. Why don't you figure something out yourself?"
Chizo Ogura said viciously, "It doesn't matter if the police catch me. But I doubt you want me to rat you out."
The person on the other end clicked his tongue, seeming to fall into thought.
A moment later, he took a deep breath and said gravely, "It's definitely too late to save you now. They'll catch you for sure."
Chizo Ogura panicked. "You! You don't think I don't have evidence of your drug trafficking, do you?!"
"Why are you in such a rush? I'm not finished." The other person said, "So what if you get caught? I'll find a way to get you out of police custody. Luckily, your registered hometown is Tokyo. Even if the Osaka Police catch you, they have to escort you back to Tokyo for trial. This is our only chance. Listen carefully to