The man in the suit saw that Benjamin was still standing there in a daze and immediately walked over, grabbing Benjamin and trying to drag him back.
"Who are you?" Benjamin quickly shook him off and asked suspiciously.
The man in the suit frowned as well, glaring at Benjamin. "You don't even recognize me? Didn't you beg us to let you be a plant for today's performance? Why are you dragging your feet now? Hurry up and come with me. The show's about to start!"
A performance? A plant?
What the hell was all this?
Benjamin was utterly bewildered. Naturally, he was not about to casually follow some stranger. He was preparing to shake off the suited man and leave the area first.
However, at that moment, that familiar voice came drifting over again.
"What's going on? Did something happen?"
At the intersection, Dick Fool and his not-quite-right-in-the-head younger brother, Conte Fool, were walking over together. As Dick spoke, he wore a puzzled expression and turned his gaze toward Benjamin.
Benjamin immediately cried out inwardly that things were bad.
To keep them from recognizing him, he could only lower his head first and avoid facing the two of them directly.
"Don't worry, young master, it's nothing." Fortunately, the man in the suit seemed a little flustered too. He immediately began explaining, drawing Dick's attention away from Benjamin. "Didn't we need a beggar to act as a plant for tonight's show? Look, young master—this is the kid."
A beggar as a plant?
Could it be...
Hearing that, Benjamin kept his head lowered and gradually understood what was going on.
If he had guessed correctly, the little beggar he had beaten into fleeing earlier had agreed to be a plant for this theater's show. However, that little beggar had gone looking for