Amuro Tooru lowered his head to examine the collapsible baton and saw that it was indeed Jiang Xia's.
Holding it up to the light, he saw that it was smooth, with only a few scattered fingerprints. Yet there were no traces at all where the woman had gripped it.
"I didn't see her wipe it just now. Looks like she applied some kind of coating to her hands beforehand to prevent fingerprints." Amuro Tooru clicked his tongue, somewhat regretful. But since she was connected to that person, this outcome was not entirely unexpected.
After that extremely brief encounter, Amuro Tooru vaguely felt that his decision not to order her arrest on the spot had been very correct.
It was obvious that the woman was extremely tense—practically terrified. Judging by how she clutched her phone tightly while keeping it some distance from her body, she had probably received a message similar to the email from Uzo while fleeing just now.
"It's practically got the words 'puppet' pasted across her face. Even if we brought someone like that back, she probably wouldn't be able to reveal anything useful. And even if she did provide intelligence, it would most likely be something Uzo deliberately released to mislead us."
As Amuro Tooru thought of this, his gaze fell on the collapsible baton in his hand. Only then did he realize something, and he froze slightly.
Amuro Tooru: "..." Come to think of it, why was this woman connected to Uzo carrying Jiang Xia's collapsible baton?
All sorts of speculations flashed through his mind. His expression changed slightly as he strode quickly toward where Jiang Xia was.
Meanwhile.
Torimaru Naoko was still running wildly. In an unnoticed corner, the hand clutching her phone trembled faintly.
Just a minute or two earlier, after rushing out