It's early morning.
Fang Zheng held the steering wheel, looking at the street scene in front of him. The morning wind blowing in from outside the car window was a bit chilly, but for Fang Zheng, of course, it was no problem.
The problem is......
"This is Lupin. Professor Moriarty, how's the preparation on your side?"
"Everything's going smoothly... By the way, can't you pick another name, Riko?"
"Oh dear, how can you say the True Name? What if we're being eavesdropped!"
In this little broken world, who could possibly tap into my personal terminal... I'd like to see someone more capable than Little Angel...
