Chapter 11 This rapid journey escorting the boxer to the arena…

"Inspector, the telecommunications operator has responded. The communication information provided by the operator shows that Ms. B, Mr. D, and Mr. C each made a phone call to the deceased yesterday afternoon, afternoon, and evening, respectively, at the following times..."

"Inspector, the transportation company has provided us with the passenger records. Last night, only two suspects, Ms. B and Mr. C, rode in the vehicle. Ms. B's ride time was..., and Mr. C's ride time was..."

"Inspector, Mr. A's agent provided us with information... Mr. D's company..."

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Do you think that Nekono Yuya and Black will transform into detectives and quickly launch an investigation into the case, as if divinely aided, finding key clues that have not been noticed by the police, turning around, hands on hips, pointing at a suspect, and delivering a brilliant deduction that leaves the real culprit speechless, only able to cry and confess obediently?

No, the disguised detective act is just a formality. In reality, Nekono Ikuya and Black are not good at deduction, at least not as good as professional police officers and famous detectives.

Let the professionals handle the professional matters. They chose to help in a different way, which is to leverage the unique advantages of the Maoye Group.

Those who haven't specifically looked into it may not know that, in order to protect citizens' right to privacy, the police cannot arbitrarily investigate citizens' communications, travel information, and other information without explicit legal authorization; they must first obtain a warrant issued by a judge.

This is also why a simple case investigation often takes longer than expected, because fair law enforcement must first ensure that it does not break the law, and procedural justice is still quite important.

From applying for the writ to the judge's review, and then to the verification of the writ and cooperation with the investigation by companies such as operators, the entire process will take a long time.

Coincidentally, the Nekono Group wields considerable influence in Japan and has extensive connections across various sectors. Under the circumstances of not breaking the law and simply acting on a whim, it is quite feasible to request the person in charge to cooperate with the police to expedite the process and drastically reduce unnecessary waiting time.

With the addition of Blake and Nekono Ikuya, the investigation process accelerated dramatically.

The case was not complicated, but time was tight. The police officers handling the case were also very efficient. The obstacles were removed by the Maoye Group, and the murderer was quickly identified.

The police officer shouted sternly, "We have all the evidence and witnesses, suspect C. What else do you have to say?!"

My close friend C looked at the evidence with a gloomy expression: "...I confess. I killed Q."

The police officer asked in bewilderment, "Weren't you and the deceased best friends? Although you had some financial disputes, you also said that you didn't care about the money the deceased owed you. Why did you kill the deceased?"

The close friend raised her voice excitedly, "It was an accident! I didn't mean to kill him! But yesterday when I was looking for B, I ran into Q. He first falsely accused B of hurting her, and then stood her up late at night. When I asked if B was safe, he seemed indifferent. We got into an argument, and in a fit of anger, I... I never expected him to die like that."

He was just angry during the argument and grabbed a brick and hit Q in a fit of rage. Who knew that Q would be dead by the time he realized what was happening?

With a 'snap', the bright silver bracelet fastened to the wrist of the real culprit, C, and two police officers stepped forward.

"Regardless, you ultimately killed Q. Come with us to the detention center to await the court's verdict."

The investigating police officer looked at Matsuda Jotaro: "The culprit has been found. If Mr. Matsuda has urgent business, you can leave first. You can come to the police station later to complete the missing part of the statement."

Just when he thought he had reached a dead end, things suddenly took a turn for the better. Matsuda Jotaro grabbed the investigating officer's hand and shook it frantically, saying, "Thank you, thank you, officer!"

Thank you, Master Qingtang, for clearing my name!

The investigating officer's eye twitched, and he silently withdrew his hand from Matsuda Jotaro's, forcing a smile: "It's our duty. You should thank the people from the Nekono Group over there. Without their help, our investigation wouldn't have been so fast."

Wow, no wonder he's a boxer, he's got real strength!

Matsuda Jotaro suddenly realized, "I see. Then I really should thank them in person."

He spoke as he walked away.

The police officer watched him leave, his forced smile instantly crumbling. He silently turned away and began to grimace and frantically wave his hands.

No kidding, a boxer's punches can be really powerful when they get excited!

Matsuda Jotaro found Blake standing at the door. Before Blake could speak, he quickly bowed deeply, giving him a sincere 90-degree bow.

"Although you may not need my thanks, I still want to say thank you so much for lending a helping hand. It was a great help!"

Blake swiftly reached out and helped him up: "No need to be so polite."

"No, you don't need to be so polite, because you have more to thank later."

Nekono Ikuya, who had just disappeared for a while, suddenly appeared between the two like a ghost, moving so fast that Matsuda Jotaro was startled and took a sharp step back.

What just popped out?

Suddenly appearing, Nekono Ikuya tossed an object to Matsuda Jotaro and Black, who instinctively caught it and looked closely—it was a racing helmet.

At this moment, Nekono Ikuya changed out of her previous detective outfit and put on a cool and form-fitting racing suit, with a slightly smaller helmet tucked under her left hand.

Blake turned his head sharply and glanced in the direction of Nekono Ikuya, his eyes catching the corner of a black suit jacket that hadn't been completely hidden in time.

Sure enough, someone was secretly passing equipment to Nekono Ikuya behind his back. No wonder Nekono Ikuya's preparations were so thorough; every item was exactly what he needed at the moment.

Blake narrowed his eyes; he knew it!

"Half an hour. There is still half an hour before the 'Japanese Boxing Champion' fighters enter the arena."

Nekono Ikuya casually glanced at her watch, drawing out her words, "Whether we get to the track on time depends entirely on your driving skills. Are you alright, Blake?"

Let's see this through to the end. Since they've already gotten involved, we might as well go all the way and send Matsuda Jotaro directly to the stadium.

Just then, a sleek sports car drove into the street, its deep engine roaring like a beast, making one's blood boil.

It came to a smooth stop in front of them, the doors lifting up like a black eagle gracefully spreading its wings. Matsuda Jotaro was astonished to find the driver's seat empty; the sports car had been on autopilot!

Blake, seeing an opportunity, smiled almost imperceptibly. He didn't respond directly to Nekono Ikuya's words, but instead got into the driver's seat first without hesitation.

"Get in the car." Blake's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable confidence.

Matsuda Jotaro, still somewhat bewildered, clutched his helmet: "Wait, wait a minute, what is this...?"

"No buts, Mr. Matsuda, time waits for no one." Nekono Ikuya smiled and nudged the hesitant Matsuda Jotaro into the passenger seat.

Then he deftly slid into the back seat, his movements so fluid it was as if he had rehearsed it countless times.

After Matsuda Jotaro hurriedly put on his helmet, Blake glanced at the composed Nekono Ikuya and the slightly nervous Matsuda Jotaro in the rearview mirror, and gripped the steering wheel one finger at a time.

He spoke slowly: "Hold on tight."

Before he could finish speaking, the tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and the sports car shot off like an arrow. The scenery outside the window was stretched into a blurry band of color. The immense push-back sensation pressed Matsuda Jotaro firmly against the back of his seat. He could hear the wind and the roar.

Blake floored the accelerator!

"!!!"

Confined by his helmet, Matsuda Jotaro could hear his own deafening heartbeat. He gripped the handrail tightly, watching the vehicles whiz through the chaotic streets, each near-miss causing him to hold his breath involuntarily.

Unlike Matsuda Jotaro, Nekono Ikuya was not nervous. He leisurely enjoyed the rapidly flowing cityscape outside the window, showing no discomfort at the terrifying speed, as if he were riding a leisurely sightseeing bus in spring rather than a violent sports car.

He slowly raised his eyes, which met Blake's focused and confident gaze in the rearview mirror, and a smile appeared on his lips.

This fast road that escorts the boxers to the arena is now their arena!

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"Buzzing—Squeak!!"

The tires screeched as a sleek black sports car approached the stadium from afar, then came to a sudden stop at the stadium entrance with a precise yet wild speed. The immense inertia caused the car to lean forward slightly before quickly straightening itself, drawing the attention of passersby who had not yet entered the stadium.

The roar of the engines came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the clamor of the stadium. But for Matsuda Jotaro, who had been enjoying the wind noise and the roar of the engines, it was as if the world had suddenly become quiet.

The car door gracefully opened again like an eagle's wing, and Blakely landed, unbuckled his seatbelt, and remained calm.

“We’ve arrived,” he said calmly, as if he had just been taking a drive.

Nekono Ikuya jumped out of the car, glanced around briefly, and then looked at her watch with satisfaction. "You only took 15 minutes, not bad, Blake."

His tone was full of admiration, and his voice was very steady, so it seemed that the previous speed was nothing to him.

Only Matsuda Jotaro, sitting in the passenger seat, was different from the others; his face was as white as his fingers, which were gripping the armrest too tightly.

As soon as the sports car stopped, Matsuda Jotaro almost immediately slumped into his seat. It wasn't until the car had come to a complete stop several seconds later that he staggered out of the car. When his feet touched the solid ground, he instinctively held onto the car door for a second to catch his breath, his steps seeming somewhat unsteady.

He then shakily removed his heavy helmet, exhaling a long, heartfelt breath that he had been holding for so long, before his heart finally settled back into his stomach.

We finally arrived, and alive at that! That was incredibly difficult!

Matsuda Jotaro wasn't in the best condition when he got off the car, but as soon as he regained his composure and his gaze pierced through the crowd to the bustling arena, all the dizziness and palpitations vanished instantly, replaced by a burning desire and surging fighting spirit.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes had become sharp and calm—that was his battlefield!

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