Chapter Forty-Three: We'll Definitely Make You Feel at Home!

After carefully searching and investigating the streets, the agents finally reached a shocking conclusion: they had lost him, and Buggy had successfully escaped in broad daylight.

The news spread like a fuse catching fire, instantly reaching the command group overseeing the operation and finally blowing up in the face of the operation leader.

The leader believed he had already hurled every insulting word he had accumulated over several decades at the members of the operation team, yet he still couldn't vent his anger.

Only after downing two glasses of ice water in succession did he regain a sliver of composure—but he still looked like a defeated rooster.

"Fifteen people in the operation team, including four senior agents. Ambushes set up in every direction, intelligence provided by informants..." The operation leader slammed the table furiously. "And the report you gave me says we arrested the wrong person?!"

The leader's eyes widened... After Jose's death, his position had been left vacant, and who knew how many people were eyeing it hungrily.

As the commander of this operation, he had been presented with the perfect opportunity to earn credit and prove his abilities. He had never expected the operation to fail at the most critical moment.

Because of this, the leader, who had been fighting desperately to rise through the ranks, glared viciously at a man in the meeting room who was eating takeout with great relish. He said in extreme displeasure, "We didn't catch Buggy, yet you don't seem surprised in the slightest?"

The man casually picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his mouth. His manners were impeccable. If the operation team hadn't known his identity, they would have thought he was the descendant of some noble family.

"I already helped you and did my part. So whether we caught