Everyone Got Played

The red-masked robbers, who had been acting so arrogant, were wiped out in an instant. Their whole group was taken down.

That, in turn, gave Yimo a chance. He moved at the fastest speed of his life and shot back inside with a whoosh.

What the hell? Whose people were all these?

Tong Muxue's dad had said he was going to steal famous paintings. Could he actually be pulling a Stealing Under Guard himself?

Wait, that didn't make sense!

Wasn't her dad known as the "Fireworks Master"?

The explosion part fit!

But wasn't he supposed to avoid hurting anyone?

This method didn't seem like Uncle's style!

Even more outrageous, how had the red-masked robbers brought guns straight to the 66th Floor?

Whoever's people they were, they probably hadn't expected a bunch of Spider-Men to show up out of nowhere, blow up the windows, and come crashing down from above to take them all out.

What a disaster!

Yimo didn't dare think about it any further. Before he could report what he'd found to Tong Muxue, her voice came through first. "Mr. Sakata, it's really noisy over there. What happened?"

The robbers seemed to be checking whether they'd finished off the red-masked robbers and the security guards, going around and putting another bullet in each of them. They hadn't noticed Yimo.

From what they were saying, they didn't intend to open the vault door normally and gently, the way Tong Muxue had planned to. They were going to blow it open with explosives.

Yimo hurriedly whispered back, "Damn, little rich lady, there are two whole groups of robbers here!"

"More than ten people are already dead."

"Um, that plan of yours that could change things-did it account for a situation like this?"

"Could these be your people?"

Tong Muxue paused at