Chapter 919

Just then, Aoko Nakamori suddenly let go of Akaso Kaze's arm, sat in a convertible jeep parked in the middle of the aisle, and started playing happily.

"You can sit in this car!"

"It even says that as long as you turn the car key, you can enjoy the engine sound."

"Don't touch it!"

Kaito Kuroba suddenly shouted.

No sooner said than done.

Before the words had even faded, Aoko Nakamori turned the car key.

Click.

With a sound, a pair of handcuffs quickly popped out from a hidden compartment in the car door, cuffing Aoko Nakamori's wrists.

Immediately following, a string of smoke sprayed out from a hidden nozzle behind the steering wheel, knocking Aoko Nakamori unconscious.

Seeing this, Kaito Kuroba hurriedly ran over to check the situation and found that she had been hit by sleeping gas and couldn't wake up for a while.

And at this moment, a voice sounded faintly behind them.

"?? Long time no see, Kaito Kid."

Akaso Kaze turned his head.

He saw five men dressed like Neon gangsters walking out from behind the pillars with pistols.

A bald man with round glasses was surrounded in the middle; with his brown suit and bowtie, he was clearly the leader of this group.

"Don't remember me? I am the art dealer Kyotsu."

Seeing Akaso Kaze, a smug smile appeared on Kyotsu's face.

"Kaito Kid, didn't expect this, did you?"

"We haven't seen each other for nearly 18 years, yet now, under the arrangement of fate, we meet here again."

Kyotsu's words made Kaito Kuroba freeze.

How does it feel a bit wrong?

What eighteen years no see? Do I look that old?

He heard Kyotsu snort coldly and say: "Although you are different from back then, you have already washed your hands of the business and even became a police officer. And you even let your daughter, who is currently sleeping soundly over there, inherit your Kaito identity..."