A few minutes earlier.
Beside the theater building.
Following the instructions he had just received, Irish's confidant drove the car to a spot where he could speed away at any moment, then waited quietly for his superior to arrive.
However, after waiting far longer than expected, Irish still hadn't come.
The confidant couldn't help feeling puzzled. "Could something have happened? Come to think of it, my boss has had a pretty rough time lately. It's like he's been cursed by the God of Misfortune..."
Thinking this, he got out of the car and considered whether he should go meet up with him.
Before he could decide, the confidant happened to look up and suddenly spotted a white figure near the roof of the theater building—someone was gliding through the air.
"That must be Kid. Dressed all in white in the middle of the night, he's so conspicuous you could take him down with a sniper rifle. No need to chase him with street racing at all... Too bad there are too many people around. It's not convenient to make a move."
The confidant muttered boredly. Halfway through the thought, he suddenly realized there seemed to be another figure beside Kid.
He was immediately puzzled. "What the hell is that?"
The confidant took out a simple pair of portable binoculars, raised them to his eyes, and tried to get a better look.
However, in the few seconds he wasted looking for them, Kid and that pitch-black figure had already flown swiftly away from the building and into an area without any lights.
He could no longer make out the dark figure at all.
"Probably Kid's accomplice," the confidant secretly guessed. *Kid, dressed in eye-catching white, is responsible for drawing attention, while his assistant, dressed in low-key black, takes the opportunity to