It looks like any plain old restaurant so it doesn't rouse any suspicions. He only brings a minimal number of men with him. He doesn't want to scare off his customers.
I’m a journalist, remember? I know about Golzine. Trust me. Let’s go. We’ve got to stop them before the cops catch on. That crazy little boy. Trying to take on a mafia don all by himself. That's why I can't leave him alone. This is my fight, too. His enemies are my enemies.
Poor Mr. Scott, he’s fallen ill because of all this. I’m going back to the station. I know you’re worried about your little Eiji, but get some sleep. Your eyes are bloodshot.