Kamekura Yuji had devoted himself to training for five years after successfully pulling off the robbery. In the end, he had gained a bit more experience in crime.
—When he stole the jewels, he had deliberately checked the price tags. The batch he took was worth no more than 300 million altogether, yet when the news came out afterward, the store claimed it had lost a full 500 million worth of jewelry.
I wonder whether the owner inflated the number, or if another thief went in after I left, Kamekura Yuji thought to himself. But one thing is certain! My former accomplices don't know that—they think I stole 500 million worth of jewels that day. But after they dug up the jewels buried beneath the restaurant, they found only 300 million, so they assumed I shamelessly pocketed the other 200 million.
Using their own moral standards to judge me—what a case of petty minds measuring a gentleman's heart! Still, it's thanks to that that those guys dared to risk coming to see me again. He must be trying to trick me into handing over those nonexistent 200 million worth of jewels.
Kamekura Yuji quickly sorted out his thoughts.
After considering it, he met the middle-aged man's greed-veiled gaze and snorted. "Fine, but will you really give me my share?—If I remember right, you just stood me up rather badly."
The middle-aged man sighed. "I already told you, we had no choice."
Kamekura Yuji fell silent for a moment. "How about this? Didn't you already sell off 300 million worth of jewels? Give me the 130 million that should be my share, and I'll give you the remaining 200 million worth of jewels. Cash for jewels, hand to hand."
The middle-aged man froze and stared at him in disbelief. "..." *Since