**Chapter 4: The Trail to Kaito**

The enemy's words hung in the air like a challenge, and I could feel the tension in the room thicken as Hange's anger simmered just below the surface. I released my grip on the enemy's throat, and he gasped for air, clutching at his neck as he stumbled backward. Hange's arm around my waist tightened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and approval. "Looks like we've got a lead," I said, my voice dripping with anticipation. I turned to Hange, my eyes locking onto his. "Kaito, huh? The one who's been hiding in the shadows, pulling the strings?" Hange's face darkened, his jaw clenched in anger. "I'll take care of him," he repeated, his voice cold and deadly. "He's been a thorn in my side for far too long." I smiled, a plan already forming in my mind. "Oh, I don't think so," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "We're going to pay Kaito a little visit, together. And I have a feeling it's going to be a very interesting encounter." The enemy, still clutching at his mangled finger, looked up at us with a mixture of fear and pleading. "Please, don't hurt me," he begged. "I'll take you to Kaito, I swear." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And why should we trust you?" I asked, my voice skeptical. The enemy hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth between Hange and me. "Because... because I have proof," he stuttered. "Proof that Kaito is involved. And if you let me go, I'll take you to him." Hange's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with suspicion. "What kind of proof?" he demanded. The enemy hesitated, and then pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. "This," he said, holding out the paper. "It's a receipt from a meeting between Kaito and one of his associates. It's not much, but it's a start." I took the paper, my eyes scanning the contents. It was a receipt from a local restaurant, with a handwritten note on the back that read: "Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. -K". I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Looks like our friend here is telling the truth," I said, my eyes locking onto Hange's. "What do you say, baby? Shall we pay Kaito a little visit?" Hange's face twisted into a cold, calculated smile. "I say we get started," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. The enemy, still clutching at his mangled finger, looked up at us with a mixture of fear and resignation. "Let's go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. And with that, our little group set off into the night, bound for the old warehouse and a rendezvous with Kaito. I could feel the tension building inside me, a sense of anticipation and excitement that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was going to be a very interesting night.