With a calm expression, Victor pretended to wave at a café staff member, as if asking for assistance, while he planned how to get access to the camera and files before they could be used.

Victor, still trying to remain composed after the initial failure, returned to the corner of the café, feigning indifference about the stolen bag incident that had just occurred. However, behind his blank expression, his mind was busy formulating a new plan.

“The camera,” he murmured quietly to one of his men, sitting nearby, “we have to get it.”

His subordinate, a burly man named Arman, nodded calmly. “I noticed it. The camera is stored in...