While Sheyan was busy making arrangements, our dear king of the bugs, Mr. Jones, who had just obtained some first-hand information, did not remain idle. He compressed himself further and made his body smaller, and finally squeezed into another set of human skin. He could barely pass as a burly, normal person on the streets of New York City.
Due to the fact that there were a lot of performance artists here, Jones arrived at No. 54, 54th Street without much trouble, even though he looked very abnormal. Of course, his stench, his burly body, and his retarded appearance kept others at bay, and that helped.
But our dear Mr. Jones' trip did not start off well. He heard that Rosenburg was out for morning tea with his cat, so he rushed towards the Hong Kong-style cafe. There, he found his target and gave Rosenburg a fatal blow with his sharp tail, then snatched away the prince's handbag.
