"Professor, do you think... the way the people around us are looking at us is a little off?"
Having just finished doing something bad, Lynn and Professor Foxx returned to the small town, and Lynn couldn't shake the feeling that the townspeople's gazes were far from friendly.
"It is a little off."
Professor Foxx had already grabbed Lynn's arm with a grave expression.
"An old man with white hair and a child—that's them!" a passerby suddenly shouted.
The next moment, three or five people nearby rushed at Lynn and Professor Foxx all at once!
How could Lynn and the others dare stay where they were and wait to be caught? They could only turn and run!
They darted aimlessly through the city streets, but it was as if the entire city was hunting them down. No matter where they ran, someone recognized them.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the city.
Three middle-aged men in baseball caps and sunglasses despite the late hour were also running around in terror.
"Boss, something isn't right. Since when have these people become so civic-minded? We robbed people in Edinburgh, so why are Abros's people helping the police catch us?"
The leader of the three was a hulking brute. A long knife scar ran across his face, and his eyes were vicious. One look was enough to tell he was no good.
He said impatiently.
"How the hell should I know?"
"But if this keeps up, we'll get caught sooner or later. Under British law, robbery and murder mean we'll never get out of prison for the rest of our lives!"
"Shut the fuck up! We're not going to prison! The ship that's picking us up will reach this port tomorrow! As long as we can hide through tonight, we can get out!"
His subordinate