After months of endless chasing, Flynn finally faced the sweetest fear of his life. This situation.. was so ironic, Flynn winced at the wound caused by his your gun, he slid down and sat with his back against the cold wall.

At that time, the four eyes looked at each other, there was nothing left to lose. He just smiled softly, a smile so warm that even the devil would melt. Flynn's hand held the bleeding wound, looking up at the girl pointing a gun at his head.

"So pathetic. I promised I would catch you.."

"Before you shoot, can I have one last favor, lady thief?"

Flynn knew he was being ridiculous, what right did he have to order the winner?