You've Been Buffed, Now Go!

"Watch your step, sir."

"O-okay..." The man trembled as he tried to keep calm and walked back into the hall, looking like he wanted to shake off the support behind him but didn't dare.

"Are you all right? Shall I call for assistance?" Tooru Amuro raised a hand as if to press the intercom on his shoulder.

"N-no need!" The man instinctively raised his voice in a shout, then realized he had lost his composure. He looked around guiltily before stammering out an excuse. "I-I just need to use the restroom."

Was he so scared he was about to wet himself?

Tooru Amuro kept smiling as he looked down at the sweating man for a moment. Then, with impeccable service manners, he raised a hand toward the corridor on the other side. "Certainly. The restrooms are that way, sir. Watch out for the slippery floor."

Only after watching the man stagger away did Tooru Amuro turn back and look through the broad glass windows at the city's nightscape below.

Gin, or some other Organization sniper, was likely stationed somewhere nearby, watching the venue closely.

His methodical approach to suspicious targets, using his Organization identity to bluff them, was not solely born of an intelligence officer's professional needs. He also wanted to preserve certain lives when circumstances allowed.

That was also why he had not refused Tangze's request to come along. It was useless for him to listen to what people said and make plans on his own. The Phantom Thief Troupe had to cooperate and seize the right moments. If someone truly needed to be dealt with urgently, they had to act while he had called the person aside, before anything could be said publicly.

Because once someone showed signs of being targeted by the Phantom Thief Troupe and began