A while ago...
Light had set his sights on a member of the Elimo Thieves Group and taken action.
But after he made his move against the target, several more members of the Elimo Thieves Group suddenly appeared.
Surrounded on both sides, Light was severely injured and barely escaped with his life.
Speaking of which—
Part of the credit for his escape went to Ainbo's iron ball attack, which had sent Light flying far away with a single strike amid the chaotic battle.
But that strike had also nearly knocked the breath out of Light.
Though he ultimately escaped with his life, he had fallen unconscious for some time because of it.
If Light had not been an Enhancer, he would have died in that encirclement long ago.
After waking from his coma, Light saw Moyu's message and called him directly.
Yet no matter what, Light could not have imagined that Moyu was fighting Ainbo of the Elimo Thieves Group, and that...
Ainbo was about to die?!!
The most ridiculous part was...
Why could Moyu answer the phone in the middle of a fight?
An image suddenly appeared in Light's mind: Moyu holding a phone in one hand with the other tucked into his pocket, coldly looking down at Ainbo lying on the ground.
Th-This...
That was impossible, right?
Light stared blankly, his emotions a tangled mess.
Inside the military camp.
Moyu calmly looked at Ainbo, who was sprawled on the ground.
Light had suddenly fallen silent, so Moyu said nothing more. Still holding the phone to his ear, he walked toward Ainbo one step at a time.
It was undoubtedly the posture of someone who had victory in hand. To Ainbo within the situation, it was utter contempt; to anyone outside it, it presented a fake opening riddled with