Inside the cab, Rohit was pissed off. He had already spotted the black sedan that had appeared out of nowhere, trailing a few meters behind him like a silent ghost.
If he hadn't known how the Yakuza operated, he might have ignored it. But now that he was aware, their lack of action felt even more suspicious.
He sighed. 'Now would it make sense that an 18-year-old cripple single-handedly defeated a couple of guards? What a drag!'
He didn't doubt his own skills, but he couldn't afford to blow his cover. A quick escape was the best he could do for now. He connected to Lisa, and new notifications immediately flooded in.
[An important mail from the Intelligence Bureau has been received. They want you to contact them via direct hotline at your earliest convenience. They have recognized your efforts and wish to recommend you for a government reward after a meeting.]
