The black cases were all sealed with tape, each marked with artifact details and timestamps. Zhang Yang, wearing his monocle, took less than ten seconds to locate the case containing the Eastern Zhou Golden Sword Hilt.
Right in front of the two men, he reached out and pulled the black briefcase from the vault.
Carrying the case in one hand, Zhang Yang stepped out and politely gestured to the two of them.
"Go ahead, gentlemen."
The stubbly man grinned at Zhang Yang, and the two of them strolled confidently into the vault.
They pulled out two large bags from their backpacks—clearly planning to clean the place out.
Zhang Yang smirked devilishly and placed his hand on the vault door.
The stubbly man instantly panicked.
"Shit! Kaitō Kid, calm down!"
He dropped the bag and held out his hands to try to de-escalate the situation.
"If you've got demands, we can talk this out!"
"We're all in the same line of work. We should help each other, not fight!"
He tried to reason with Zhang Yang, unaware Zhang Yang had no intention of letting them walk out of here.
Not unless Zhang Yang was willing to take the fall for everything stolen tonight—which he wasn't.
"He seems to have a real problem with me?"
Zhang Yang glanced at the stubbly man's partner. The guy had a hostile look, and Zhang Yang didn't like it one bit.
The stubbly man was sharp. He immediately understood Zhang Yang's hint.
Without hesitation, he threw a punch.
"Fuck! Apologize to Kaitō Kid!"
"We're just a couple of small-time crooks. The world's top thief is our idol!"
Not only was the stubbly guy quick, but he also knew how to play nice.
Zhang Yang had no interest in being their idol, and even less interest in taking the blame for their mess.
The other man wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, shot the stubbly man a vicious glare, and then bent slightly.
"Sorry, Kaitō Kid. I meant no offense."
To settle his last doubt, Zhang Yang chose to ask them directly.
"The bank vault last night. That was you, wasn't it?"
"Why was my calling card left at the scene?"
The stubbly guy stammered, trying to dodge the question.
"Uh... that... that wasn't us!"
"We're only here for the British artifacts. We don't know anything about the bank vault!"
Right now, Zhang Yang only had to close the vault door. If he did, those two were done for.
So to them, Zhang Yang was like the reaper—holding their lives in his hands.
Of course the stubbly guy knew exactly why Kaitō Kid's card was left at the bank.
But he didn't dare admit it. One move from Zhang Yang, one push to shut the vault, and they'd be doomed.
"No. You know. Tell me."
"Or else..."
Zhang Yang didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he gave the vault door a subtle shake.
The stubbly man's face went pale. He shouted in a panic,
"Yes!"
"Yes... it was us!"
"We did it... as a tribute to you! That's why we left your calling card!"
The moment Zhang Yang heard that, he lost interest in hearing anything more.
He flashed the two of them a polite smile, then cleanly shut the vault door.
The moment it closed, the mechanical lock spun tight.
The shouting and cursing inside came to an abrupt stop.
"Pretty soundproof in there."
Zhang Yang chuckled and flipped the briefcase into his magic space.
After leaving the office, he spotted Harrison unconscious in the stairwell, a tranquilizer dart still stuck in his upper back. Zhang Yang crouched, pulled the dart out, casually tossed it aside, and quickly made his way downstairs.
The smoke outside hadn't cleared yet. All the Enforcement Bureau agents and special ops were still sweeping the museum.
Once he stepped out the museum doors, Zhang Yang swiftly put on his white tux, adjusted his top hat, and slipped on his monocle.
Right under everyone's noses, Zhang Yang walked out from the smoke.
"Oh my god! Kaitō Kid's out!"
"WTF? Where's Harrison and the rest? He's just walking out like that?"
"Damn, elegance never goes out of style!"
"Shit! What happened in the smoke? Did Kaitō Kid pull it off?"
"Dear God, Victor still hasn't returned… can they really catch Kaitō Kid?"
Zhang Yang snapped his fingers and conjured a rose with a flourish, tossing it gracefully toward the crowd.
People immediately swarmed to grab it.
Everyone had their eyes on him, so it wasn't easy to slip away unnoticed.
Zhang Yang used the chaos to his advantage. As soon as he got into his car, he spotted a familiar vehicle in the rearview mirror.
"Holmeska?"
Zhang Yang frowned.
He'd expected the decoy Kaitō Kid to keep Holmeska distracted for longer. He didn't think he'd return this fast.
Zhang Yang started the engine. With a stomp on the gas, the car shot off like an arrow.
Holmeska accelerated right after him, keeping tight on his tail.
But Zhang Yang's driving wasn't something average people could match.
If he wanted to lose someone, it was almost effortless.
Even the world's top racer would only get a view of Zhang Yang's taillights—and his exhaust.
The two speeding cars immediately caught the attention of the media and bystanders.
"What's happening? That car in front—it's Kaitō Kid! Who's chasing him?"
"Is that Harrison? Or Victor?"
"Damn it, it was just a rose. What the hell were you people fighting over?"
"Come on, man, you were fighting too. You even tased me. Don't act all righteous now!"
"Fuck! Driving that fast on public roads? They have a death wish!"
Zhang Yang definitely didn't. Every move, every lane change, every corner he took was carefully calculated.
Holmeska, on the other hand, was going all out, throttle slammed, eyes locked on Zhang Yang's taillights.
But no matter how hard he pushed, the taillights just kept getting farther.
"Shit! Kaitō Kid's car is too damn fast. This one's already redlining!"
Holmeska stared at the needle hitting its limit, not realizing the problem wasn't the car—it was the skill.
He thought the engine had hit its max and that's why he was falling behind.
Zhang Yang's car had also reached its top speed, racing at nearly 200 kilometers per hour, tearing through the streets like a rocket.
Drivers in other cars on the road were cursing nonstop.
"Oh shit! Two maniacs!"
"Oh my god! Who the hell drives that fast on a public road? Are they insane?"
"Jesus, what are they even doing?"
As stunned eyes followed them, the two cars flashed by like lightning.
But Holmeska still feared death. As traffic got heavier, he had no choice but to slow down in the congested stretch.
With that, any hope of catching up vanished. Zhang Yang's car quickly disappeared from sight.
"Oh shit! Damn it! I actually let him get away!"
Furious, Holmeska slammed his hands on the steering wheel and pulled over to the side.