Kuroba Kaito was left completely speechless by the few failures he had suffered during his operations.
Recalling the times he ran into this fellow Fujino, it seemed he had never won even once.
The Black Star, the Egg of Memories—this guy was simply his natural nemesis...
You couldn't even call it a natural nemesis; he was simply strong to the point of attribute suppression.
It was downright absurd...
Fujino glanced sideways at the complaining Kuroba Kaito. "Alright, stop acting like a grievance-filled housewife. Didn't I come over to help this time?"
"This time shouldn't count as a favor, right?"
"Business is business; the favor has to count."
"I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay the favor I owe you in this lifetime, won't I?"
"Pretty much. The rest of your days are owed to me."
"Ugh..."
Kuroba Kaito shuddered, feeling that the more he thought about those words, the more wrong they sounded.
This guy—amassing favors bit by bit—could it be that in the end, he's going to make me offer my body in return?
Kuroba Kaito shook his head, shaking that absurd thought out of his head.
Instead, he refocused his attention on the Suzuki Grand Museum.
This time, the museum could be said to be as secure as a fortress. According to the intelligence Terai Konosuke had extracted from the construction contractor, the moment the gem on top of the museum was about to be stolen, the trap mechanism would automatically trigger by remote control and retract it into the interior.
Furthermore, the inside of the museum possessed over a hundred surveillance cameras, the interior of the museum was completely empty, cameras were deployed on every single helicopter, and the surroundings could be said to be heavily guarded.
One could only say—as expected of the Suzuki Zaibatsu.