The FBI agents were facing their final decision. Should they follow the trail to Queen Street, just as the Horsemen suggested? Or should they keep tracking the armored truck with the vault?
This was a test of judgment—should they trust the Horsemen, or trust that they had secured the real vault? If they believed the Horsemen, it meant admitting they'd been tricked again. If they believed in their own success, they risked walking right into another trap.
One agent chose to believe in himself. He was convinced that following the vault to its destination would lead to the Horsemen's capture. What he didn't realize was that the Horsemen had deliberately released that info to lead the investigation astray. The FBI was confident—but this time, they were wrong.
The real vault had already been moved under the cover of darkness to its final location. This would be the battleground for the ultimate showdown between Kaitou Kid and the Horsemen.
Maggie stood lost in the crowd. If this had been just a few weeks ago, he would've been shouting and cheering with the rest of the fans. But now, he couldn't bring himself to get excited. Ever since returning to Gotham City from Las Vegas, he'd been feeling low. He even resigned from his role as site moderator.
The Horsemen's shows and their philosophy had shaken Maggie to his core. He couldn't stop wondering—who was actually right? He was just an average young man from the countryside who found work in the city and rented a place. His life was dull and unremarkable until he met the thief. In his darkest, most terrifying moment, Kaitou Kid had saved not just the city—but him, too.
From then on, Maggie became fascinated by Kaitou Kid. Kid could outsmart the cops, frustrate the rich, and even do things Batman couldn't. He was a legend in Gotham.
At first, Maggie thought Kid must be a superhuman. Later, he realized it was just gadgets and skill—Kid had stolen a nuke with nothing but props and acting. From that point on, Maggie idolized him. Maybe Kid was just another office worker like him, but somehow, he burned bright and stood tall.
Then came the Horsemen. And Maggie got confused. Online, people were saying that compared to the Horsemen—the modern-day Robin Hood crew—Kaitou Kid was nothing but a showboating clown. The Horsemen were the real deal. They gave away all their loot to the people. They were generous. Selfless.
Maggie admitted Kid was amazing. But the Horsemen weren't any less so. And what they were doing really felt like true justice. Unlike Kid, who went through all that effort to steal priceless treasures only to return them to the original owners—just for show. Maggie couldn't lie to himself. Deep down, he too wanted someone to give him free money. That was his own greed, wanting rewards without effort.
Most people felt that way. Nobody hated free lunch. And that's exactly what the Horsemen were offering—huge piles of cash, tossed out to satisfy everyone's desires.
Maggie felt torn. He wanted Kid to start doing the same. But deep down, he also felt that if Kaitou Kid ever did that, there'd be no more Kaitou Kid. He was stuck in this contradiction.
Still, after several invitations from online friends, Maggie finally came to New York to witness the battle between Kaitou Kid and the Horsemen.
He didn't know who he was rooting for—Kaitou Kid or the Horsemen?
"I got it, don't worry. You all be careful too." Maggie had lost track of his online friends in the crowd. There were just too many people. He had no choice but to follow the flow.
All around him were people wearing Horsemen t-shirts. Everyone here today had come to support the Horsemen. Kaitou Kid's fans were drowned in the sea.
"Pretty crazy, huh?" someone beside Maggie said. He had to admit—it really was.
"But this whole Robin Hood act? It's getting old."
Maggie was confused—was that guy not a Horsemen fan? Then why was he wearing their shirt?
"Robin Hood was remembered by history because of the darkness of his time. People back then had no hope. His actions were a roar against oppression. That's what made Robin Hood. But today, we have responsible police, strict judges, and everyone has a voice. Robin Hood has lost his spirit of freedom. Now he's just a thief who hands out money."
"But people need them. Just look at all these folks here supporting the Horsemen."
"What I see is a crowd of pitiful people who've given up. They're hoping some savior shows up with money to save their lives. If Kaitou Kid shows us the limitless potential of humanity, the Horsemen are doing the opposite. A true magician should respect the audience and bring them the best performance. That's enough. A magician should never mess with the audience's judgment. Whether people love it or hate it afterward, that choice should always be theirs."
It was true—because the Horsemen gave away cash, they'd attracted tons of fans. Many people didn't care who the Horsemen really were, what they stood for, how they operated, or what they were trying to prove. They only cared about one thing: how much money they could get.
Kaitou Kid knew what he was doing would spark public anger. But in a modern world, the Robin Hood concept was outdated. Feeding into people's laziness was not the answer.
Maggie thought that man made a lot of sense. Why did he like Kaitou Kid in the first place? Not because he was forced to. It was his own choice. Kid's performances brought him real satisfaction. When he saw the Horsemen, he didn't feel that connection. His inner conflict was really just about greed—wanting free money. It had nothing to do with admiration.
Deep down, he truly admired Kaitou Kid. "You're right, man. Even if you're a fan of the Horsemen, thanks for being honest."
"Can't help it—I just like money," the guy chuckled. "Enjoy the show. It's gonna be legendary."
Maggie nodded. So he was just here for the spectacle and the cash—that's why he saw things so clearly. Maggie looked around at the crowd again. How many of these people were here purely for the money?
Night fell like ink. The old, graffiti-covered building lit up in dazzling color. This was the battlefield, already remodeled by the Horsemen for the grand finale. They would make the flashiest entrance to mark their victory.
Meanwhile, the stranger who'd been talking to Maggie vanished into the crowd. That man was Kaitou Kid. He believed that if Maggie had seen the beginning, he deserved to witness the end. That was only fair.
At the same time, Kid posted his final notice: "The 200 million dollars will be returned to its rightful owner." This time, his message wasn't a jaw-dropping prediction. Because the Horsemen had just released the opposite claim: "The money belongs to the people."
Two completely opposing statements. The showdown was about to begin.
Everyone was waiting, eager to see the contestants step onto the stage—and how differently they'd perform. Would the modern Robin Hoods, the dazzling Horsemen, win the crowd? Or would the Moonlight Magician, Kaitou Kid, have the last laugh?
The lights were ready. The audience was packed in. Cameras were locked onto the stage.
All that was left… was for the players to appear.
Tonight, New York once again drew the eyes of the world. Maggie looked up, completely unaware that the stranger had left him a parting gift.