With that, Peter turned toward the driver. "Turn. Don't wait for them."

The driver nodded, quickly slowed down, and took a U-turn at the next junction back to Tokyo Dome.

That was when Tanya and Trevor, holding hands but still clearly in shock, moved toward them.

Tanya especially had lost her previous pride, watching Charlie with a troubled look as she stammered, "M-Mr. Wade… I'd like to call my family through the embassy. We need asylum after something this bad happened…"

"No," Charlie replied, impassive. "Going back is just fine."

"Why not?" Tanya couldn't help asking. "These people are killers—shouldn't we at least tell the cops about something so serious?!"

"Nope," Charlie's response remained icy. "Starting now, I call the shots around here. You have no right to make any without my permission."

"But—"

Before Tanya could keep arguing, Charlie snapped, "No buts. If you refuse, I'm getting off this instant and won't intervene with whatever they do to you. It doesn't matter to