Three Against One, and They Still Got Beaten

"Done?"

"Yeah, of course."

"What about the previous buyers?"

"They're already in the police station. What, was I supposed to go in there and kill them? But their browsing history has been wiped. Rather than worrying about my side, you should think about what to do with the one who got caught."

The person on the other end seemed to say a few more things. Tooru Amuro did not answer again, merely gave a cold laugh, and hung up.

Then he turned to look at the three people squatting in a row with their heads in their hands and pressed hard at his brow.

Even with mental preparation, the emotional roller coaster of the entire day had been exhausting, especially for an undercover agent who had stayed up all night without sleeping.

Not one of them was easy to deal with.

"Even if you don't tell me, I can roughly guess what happened. But I still have to ask." Sitting in the only chair, he propped up his head and looked down at the three people who appeared to be sincerely admitting fault. "Whose idea was it?"

The three lowered their heads, raised them to exchange a few glances, then lowered them again.

That meant they refused to talk.

Seeing that they intended to stay silent to the end, Tooru Amuro was not surprised. He swept his eyes over the three of them, reached out to grab Matsuda Jinpei by the collar, and dragged him out the door, apparently intending to have a private chat.

"Hey, hey, Zero, is this how you greet me after so long? Hey, the fight's already over, what else do you want? Let go—"

The door slammed shut. Hirotsugu Morofushi and Tangze, who were still squatting on the ground, both let out breaths of relief.