Before the police arrived, the fallen lackeys were carried away by another group of lackeys, keeping them from being exposed to the approaching officers.
"Idiots!" The Black-Clad Boss had never expected what he thought was a perfect opportunity to end like this. "If you couldn't beat them, couldn't you use guns?!"
The lackey's swollen face was full of innocence. "Y-you said you wanted them alive, didn't you?"
The Black-Clad Boss slapped him on the forehead. "Alive, alive—the priority is catching them! They're alive now, but did you catch them?!"
Though he was extremely dissatisfied with how his lackeys had handled things, there was nothing to be done now except wait for the next opportunity.
Hiding in the shadows, the Black-Clad Boss watched police cars pull up one after another. Numerous officers got out and filed into the alley where they had just been.
"See? I told you so." The Black-Clad Boss snorted. "He can call in this many cops with a casual shout. That guy really is a shameless nepo hire."
The lackeys nodded indignantly. "The dark side of Tokyo's police force!"
Still, no matter what, now that their target had blended in with the police, they could no longer capture her openly.
The group could only retreat reluctantly before the police noticed them.
"It's not a big problem." The Black-Clad Boss checked the time, recalling his brilliant arrangements atop Tokyo Tower. He quickly calmed down again. "The stage has already been set. Phantom Thief Kid definitely won't be able to escape as easily as he did eighteen years ago. Heh heh, I'll personally bury him in the very same setting and avenge that old grudge."
As the group of black-clad men quietly headed toward their designated location,
elsewhere, a figure standing high above lowered his Binoculars.
James gulped