The fake doctor had just reached out toward Ito Tamanosuke when the locked door was blasted open with a kick. Startled, he whipped around and saw a dark-skinned blond foreigner standing in the doorway, his face black as though someone had just owed him tens of billions of yen.
The police officer beside the blonde man was stunned by the sudden turn of events. He seemed to want to say something, yet did not quite dare to, so he could only stand aside and watch.
Looking at the sturdy door, the fake doctor realized he would not be able to kill anyone as he pleased today. He clicked his tongue, then rushed at the ward window, smashed through the glass, and jumped out.
This was the fourth floor. A fall from here would leave anyone badly hurt. But as he fell, the fake doctor suddenly turned and raised a hand. A strap shot from his sleeve and wound tightly around an exterior drainpipe.
The long strap slowed his descent. The fake doctor kicked off the wall twice and landed lightly on the ground below, a smug smile appearing on his face.
Just as he was inwardly mocking the clumsy police, the light around him suddenly dimmed.
The fake doctor started and looked up sharply. The blond man was actually gripping the strap he had not yet had time to remove and had jumped down after him, moving barely any slower than he did.
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Cold sweat instantly broke out on the fake doctor's forehead. What was with this guy? He was just some foreigner, yet he had skills on par with a Theater Troupe performer?!
He did not dare linger. Before Amuro Tooru reached the ground, he turned and ran. He bounced twice across the roof of a nearby car,