At this moment, a murmur of confusion came from ahead:
"Black fox mask, black face covering..."
The owner of this murmur... was the man with the birthmark face.
The birthmark face was one of the eight people blocking the corridor ahead.
Seeing Aoto and Mukiwa being surrounded from both sides, the birthmark face first frowned, his pupils flashing with a hint of reminiscence.
After a moment, his tightly knitted brows slowly relaxed:
"I remember now... you must be that pair of phantom thieves: Cat Monk and Fox Monk?"
After speaking, the birthmark face's eyelids lowered, glancing at the hall next to him filled with plenty of fire oil, his tone turning extremely cold.
"Hmph, although I'm not clear why you two infamous troublemakers showed up here."
"But since you've already been into our 'warehouse'... we can't let you off that easily!"
Swish—without hesitation, the birthmark face, not wasting any words on Aoto and his team, drew out the wakizashi at his waist.
