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... police station, clapped the dust off his hands, and slipped the stolen phone into his jacket pocket. A smirk tugged at his lips as he prepared to leave.
A small-time police station could never hold him. He had grown up on the streets—escaping from a place like this was nothing new. As long as he could snatch a phone or laptop, slipping through their fingers was just another part of the game.
Night had fully set in, but the neon lights lining the streets bathed Tokyo in an artifi ...
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