On the road opposite the Pete Hotel, the carriage carrying Leonard and Cindy was forced to stop as well.
The two had barely stepped out when Cindy, her long wine-red hair falling down her back, moved close and took Leonard's arm.
Leonard's green eyes swept over their surroundings. He looked a little uncomfortable, but he did not pull his arm away.
As they walked, he lowered his voice and said to Cindy, "You've memorized the identities MI9 arranged for us, right?
"If anyone questions us later, don't give yourself away."
With so many people around and so much noise, and with the two of them standing so close, anyone who noticed them would only think they were lovers whispering to each other. No one would pay them particular attention.
Of course, Leonard only dared to discuss this openly on the street because Old Man was keeping watch for him.
Cindy glanced around discreetly. Only after confirming that no one was looking did she relax and murmur, "I know them by heart. Don't worry..."
As she spoke, she pinched the arm she was holding, warning him to watch what he said.
Leonard smiled and was about to reassure her when something caught the corner of his eye. He stopped at once.
His sudden halt nearly sent Cindy stumbling. "What is it?" she asked.
She got no answer. Leonard stood as still as a statue, staring fixedly across the road.
Puzzled, Cindy followed his gaze and saw that a traffic accident had occurred on the other side.
A carriage that looked even cheaper than the one they had rented had struck the rear of a luxurious carriage bearing a noble crest, then overturned.
At that moment, a man in a white suit and matching top hat climbed out of the overturned carriage,