The streetlights elongated two shadows.
Fushimi Roku walked at the front of the alley. He knew someone was following him and also knew the alley was the best spot for an ambush, so he deliberately slowed his pace;
The stalker behind him seemed reluctant to miss this opportunity, gradually speeding up, seemingly indifferent to the fact that they were about to be exposed.
Took the bait.
Fushimi Roku wasn't nervous; in fact, he felt a bit of glee.
His entrapment plan likely succeeded; as long as he could catch the culprit, the negative impact from the variety show could naturally be reversed—people only remember the successful, not how they succeeded.
By then, he could turn the tables and mock Watanabe Shun and others for their stupidity, and at the same time brag about his own wit and wisdom…
Fushimi Roku walked slower and slower, almost coming to a standstill.
