Eastern Japan, the ruins of the Sacred Toilet.
The fire had gradually died down, leaving only black smoke and a charred expanse of shattered walls.
The air reeked of acrid smoke and blood.
The members of the Reverse Scale squad gathered around Yue Xiaofei, their faces still flushed with excitement.
"Xiaofei, what do we do now? Have the enemy surrounded us?"
Wild Chicken warily scanned their surroundings as he asked over the comms.
They had just pulled off something spectacular, and it had felt fantastic. But now that they had calmed down, they realized they were trapped like rats.
In the distance, they could faintly hear sirens and the thunder of helicopter rotors.
It was easy to imagine a vast net of Self-Defense Forces troops and police closing rapidly around them.
"What are you panicking for?"
Yue Xiaofei's voice remained calm.
He glanced at the Old Witch on the ground, who had gone completely mad and could do nothing but laugh mindlessly and cry, then looked at the ruins still belching black smoke and spoke indifferently.
"The judgment is over."
"Next, we're going home."
Home?
Everyone froze.
By now, all of Eastern Japan probably wanted to tear them apart. How were they supposed to get home?
Did Yue Xiaofei have another ace up his sleeve?
While they were puzzling over it, Yue Xiaofei's communicator suddenly rang.
It was an encrypted line.
"Hello?"
Yue Xiaofei pressed the answer button.
"Kid, it's Zhang Beihai."
The familiar voice of Bureau 7's Bureau Chief came through the communicator.
This time, however, his usual composure was gone, replaced by a trace of barely concealed excitement.
"You... you really pulled it off, kid!"
On the other end, Zhang Beihai seemed to give a rueful chuckle.
"Do you have any idea what you just did? You've blown