The police officers and bank employees hadn't expected things to be resolved so smoothly. Though the grand spectacle they had imagined never took place, they had gotten to watch a one-man martial arts movie, so the trip hadn't been in vain.
Besides, while grand scenes were certainly thrilling, they also came with considerable danger—the robber had a gun! Yet the owner of the Detective Agency before them had taken on every possible risk for them.
Amid the warm and harmonious atmosphere, the robber groggily woke up.
The searing pain in his face rapidly brought him back to his senses. Looking at Amuro Tooru, who was surrounded by the crowd like a hero, the robber gritted his teeth in hatred. Then his eyes shifted, and a plan came to mind.
"Boss! We agreed to split the stolen money, so why did you suddenly turn on me?—Then wouldn't all those bombs you planted have been for nothing?!"
"..."
His heart-wrenching shout echoed endlessly through the hall.
Perhaps because his cry was so miserable, it somehow gained a bit of credibility. The scene fell silent for a moment. Everyone exchanged glances, then turned in unison to look at Amuro Tooru.
Seeing this, the robber was delighted.
But before he could make up any further nonsense, a figure flashed through the crowd like light and walked over from the police officers.
Jiang Xia calmly said, "Don't slander a good man—the boss recently solved a cash-in-transit vehicle robbery case. How could someone like him possibly be in league with you?"
The police came back to their senses and hurriedly chimed in, "Exactly!"
It was only natural for the police to be suspicious, and in robbery cases—especially large-scale ones like this—it was common for robbers to collude with insiders. So when the robber shouted that accusation,