Long after.
Loud police sirens echoed on Okubo Street.
Several police cars stopped outside the Northern Star Swordsmanship's Sword Dojo.
The car doors opened.
Emily leapt out.
Her golden hair was tied into two curly pigtails, and she wore a black and red gothic-style dress.
Her azure-blue eyes swept over the scene and soon noticed a black sedan parked there, different from the police cars.
"Tch."
Emily's face showed a touch of dissatisfaction. The CIA folks were as clingy as a poultice.
The door of the black sedan opened, and a blonde man stepped out. He had a gentle smile on his face and pushed his glasses, saying, "We meet again, Miss Emily."
Emily's tone was sarcastic. "Robert, wouldn't it have been better for you to just wait quietly in your office for news?"
"Please don't speak of us as if we are useless," Robert replied gently.
