Zhang Yang had no intention of letting Leo catch him. Letting him take Rubio back as a consolation prize was more than enough.
At this point, Rubio was completely panicked. The moment Zhang Yang appeared, his fake identity was blown wide open.
There was no way he could get close to Tyron now.
The crowd only cleared a path for him because he was "Kaitō Kid." That road had been made for the real Kaitō Kid.
Now that he'd been exposed as a fraud, he was lucky not to get trampled to death.
Not to mention, there were BND agents on-site. Whatever plan they had was clearly ruined.
"No, no! Casey, the real Kaitō Kid showed up!"
"You need to be here in less than a minute, or I won't make it out!"
Rubio knew exactly how bad things were. He was desperate to get out.
Back in the command vehicle, Leo was pushing hard on the door, trying to get out.
He was completely surrounded by people. After using all his strength, he finally managed to wedge the door open enough to squeeze through.
But the vehicle was still a long way from the stage—and that stretch was packed with people.
All he could see was a sea of black-haired heads, and above them, Zhang Yang standing bright and clear in the night sky.
Leo stared at Zhang Yang's back, gritting his teeth in rage.
"Damn it… I refuse to believe he can actually fly!"
He pulled out his service weapon—a silver Desert Eagle—and aimed it straight at Zhang Yang's back.
Just as he was about to fire, Holmeska threw out an arm and blocked him.
"Director Leo, are you trying to ruin your own career?"
"This is Tyron's concert. If there's gunfire tonight, you'll be front-page news around the world by tomorrow."
If they couldn't catch Kaitō Kid tonight, the headlines would still focus on his spectacle.
But if Leo pulled the trigger and caused a shooting incident, that would change everything.
And if they still failed to catch Kaitō Kid? Then disgrace wouldn't even begin to cover it.
Leo hesitated, then with great restraint lowered the gun and shouted into his comms.
"No one is to open fire! Get him—now!"
"Make sure Tyron and the fans are kept safe!"
From his vantage point above, Zhang Yang could easily see the BND agents struggling to push through the crowd.
Thanks to his Enhanced Senses, he could also hear the sound of approaching rotor blades in the distance.
Rubio's partner was almost here. If the agents didn't act soon, Rubio might actually get away.
Judging by the distance, even the nearest BND agents wouldn't be able to reach Rubio in time before the chopper showed up.
[Why did Kaitō Kid stop? What is he waiting for?]
[That guy down there's a fake—damn it! He tricked us pretending to be Kaitō Kid!]
[If it weren't for BND and law enforcement here, I'd personally teach him what happens when you impersonate Kaitō Kid!]
[A fake is a fake—he's a joke next to the real one!]
[Hahaha, Kaitō Kid must be thinking, "Where did this idiot get the nerve to pretend to be me?"]
Less than a minute later, Casey's helicopter finally arrived.
Everyone looked up at the sky, eyes locked on the chopper hovering overhead, and the crowd burst into heated discussion.
[What's going on? Pick-up and drop-off service? Was this fake Kaitō Kid dropped off by law enforcement on purpose?]
[Oh my god! What the hell is happening?]
[The fake Kaitō Kid is leaving? Why's he being picked up by a law enforcement chopper?]
[Shit! Is Kaitō Kid just going to stand there and let him go?]
[Whoa, reverse psychology! Kaitō Kid's falling for it—they probably used this fake to lure him out!]
Just one Rubio stirred up endless speculation, with several wild theories floating around.
A rope was dropped down from the helicopter. Rubio grabbed it quickly, and the chopper began to rise fast.
He let out a relieved sigh, just starting to smile when it vanished instantly.
Because right above him, Zhang Yang was smiling back—calm, amused, and clearly up to no good. The look alone gave Rubio chills.
As soon as he left the ground by about two meters, Zhang Yang flicked his wrist and threw a playing card.
The rope, thick as a finger, was cleanly sliced by the card. Rubio's face twisted in panic—and in the next second, he crashed hard to the ground.
[Fuck! Beautiful move! I knew Kaitō Kid wouldn't let him run!]
[Hahaha, caught by the real one—he really thought he could get away!]
[Wait, is this guy actually with law enforcement or not?]
[He's probably got a fractured butt at this point. Serves him right!]
Seeing this, Casey lowered the chopper again and dropped another rope.
Rubio gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand despite the pain. He reached out for the rope—just as two BND agents broke through the crowd.
"Don't move! Down on the ground!"
"Hands behind your head! Now!"
Before Rubio could even process what was happening, the agents took him down with swift precision.
That only made the crowd more confused.
[Wait… he's not with law enforcement? Then why the hell was he in their helicopter?]
[Oh my god! That wasn't a real law enforcement chopper? Did they steal it?!]
[Where did this guy even come from? This is insane.]
[BND caught him, so yeah, he's definitely not legit.]
[Impersonating Kaitō Kid at Tyron's concert in front of this massive crowd… now that takes guts!]
Casey knew it was over. Without hesitation, she turned the helicopter around and bolted.
Rubio looked up at the retreating chopper, eyes hollow. He gave up all resistance as the BND agents cuffed him on the spot.
With Rubio handled, Zhang Yang kept walking forward on the wire. Below him, the crowd was losing it.
Leo, trailing behind, saw Zhang Yang getting closer and closer to the stage. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat.
"Shit! Stop him! Don't let him near Tyron!"
To Leo, Kaitō Kid was still a threat—no way he'd let him anywhere near the star.
But with the crowd packed so tight, he could barely move, let alone charge forward.
Zhang Yang walked leisurely toward the stage. Then, at the very edge, he stepped off the wire and landed lightly on the platform.
Tyron stood there, stunned and thrilled, heart pounding wildly like the fans below.
"Hello, Kaitō Kid. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Zhang Yang smiled and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the stage filled with smoke. In the blink of an eye, everything was swallowed by the swirling mist.
[Oh my god! Tyron and Kaitō Kid on the same stage—I got a picture!]
[Where'd all that smoke come from? What is this, a magic trick?]
[This is gonna go down in history—what a night!]
[If Director Leo made it onto the stage too, it would be perfect!]
[Hahaha, plenty of BND and law enforcement officers are here, but not a single one can squeeze through!]