Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"What makes you so convinced?" The White Widow still had that impeccable and polite smile on her face.

"My lady," Rum stated calmly, his voice tinged with condescension, "you have no idea how powerful the forces behind me are. I'm not referring to the organization I used to work for."

The giant blue screen behind him began to flicker and expand violently, as if a living creature was announcing its arrival to everyone. The low and hoarse sound was like the breathing of an ancient giant awakening from the abyss.

"Conservatively speaking, that's hundreds of kilobytes of computation per millisecond," Rum said in the calm tone of someone stating an objective fact. "It cleverly manipulates the minds of nearly ten billion people."

"It can even analyze every cause and effect relationship." An indescribable smile spread across Rum's lips. It was a kind of pride that came from being sure of victory, and it seemed to be mixed with ridicule and sarcasm towards the futility of everyone's efforts.

"Every possibility, no matter how unreasonable it seems, can be converted into a probability chart, showing the most likely outcome." Rum's eyes were fixed on every change on Baijiu's face.

"Even if something unexpected happens right now," Rum turned his gaze towards Vermouth, "it won't change the predetermined future."

"Baijiu, stop making any more futile efforts." Rum's tone was almost admonishing, yet it carried an unquestionable assertion. "Everything you do now is in vain."

"I will definitely get the key." Rum slowly stood up from the sofa, looking down at everyone present with the attitude of a winner, his eyes full of arrogance.

"Tomorrow, on the Orient Express to Innsbruck." He clearly announced the location of the final showdown to everyone word by word, reading out a location that had been prepared long ago.

"Innsbruck?" The White Widow's brother couldn't help but interrupt him, frowning. For the first time, he felt a trace of unknown fear towards this mysterious old man.

"Haha." Looking at his huge reaction, Rum couldn't help but sneer towards the sky, and the sound echoed in the empty hall.

"It knows everything." Rum flexed his wrist and continued, "It knows you've chosen a buyer. It also knows you intend to combine the two halves of the key to gain control in a desperate situation. And it promised me that the complete key—"

As he spoke, Rum reached into his pocket, as if groping for something.

The White Widow's brother tactically retreated a few steps, and the two burly men beside him immediately moved forward, forming a human wall. He didn't retreat, but instead, using his companions' bodies as cover, quietly pulled out his gun.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense and full of gunpowder.

"—will be delivered to me." Everything Rum said was like reading a script that had already been written, as if announcing an unchangeable future script.

"As long as someone dies tonight, or..." Rum stared at the liquor meaningfully and said in a long tone, "...close to death."

The White Widow showed great interest in this new topic raised by Rum. She pursed her lips, and her originally charming eyes were instantly filled with cold murderous intent: "Who is it?"

Rum showed a playful smile on his face and cast his eyes on Grace who was sitting in the corner of the sofa. "She..."

When Baijiu heard that the target was Grace, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it seemed cruel for Grace to think this way, what did the death of a strange woman matter?

As long as the one you love isn't hurt, that's better than anything else.

In this cruel world, survival sometimes means being selfish.

"-Or her." Rum's smile became creepy, and his gaze suddenly turned to Vermouth, while closely monitoring Baijiu's every reaction.

For Rum, seeing even a flash of panic in Baijiu's eyes was enough to make him feel extremely happy. He extremely enjoyed seeing his opponent in an embarrassing situation.

At that moment, Baijiu's pupils flickered violently.

"I know you really want to kill me now, Baijiu." Rum sneered and gently raised his rough palm, "But what you should consider most now..."

"It should be about how to deal with everything that's about to happen. Because tonight... oh no!" Rum deliberately raised his voice, emphasizing the urgency of time. "It should be in a moment. You will witness everything happening."

"I will get the key, and then I will get out of this unscathed." Rum calmly walked towards the liquor. "I am like a wisp of smoke in a storm, unpredictable."

"But all this will have to wait until the person you care about dies." Rum said through gritted teeth, "Yes... that's the woman you're thinking of right now."

"Everything is already determined!" Rum's voice rose again, with a tone of judgment, "The fate that has already been written cannot be changed!"

"You figured it out?" Baijiu remained surprisingly calm. "Right?"

He did not show a look of fear as Rum expected. Instead, his eyes became more determined. He did not look like a mortal waiting for the judgment of fate, but more like a warrior determined to resist fate.

His voice was incredibly firm: "He's scared."

Baijiu looked around, his aura as if he was the center of the scene. "The intelligent being is actually scared! It sees we are closing in on us! Otherwise, why would it send you here?"

He refuted with reason and evidence, not intimidated by Rum's words: "Help me, help me combine the two keys, I will definitely be able to remove the intelligent body!"

Baijiu looked at the White Widow, making his final effort and pleading.

A hint of barely perceptible panic flashed across Rum's arrogant expression. He immediately looked at the White Widow, trying to stabilize the situation: "The intelligent body knows all your secrets, Alana."

"Don't listen to him!" Baijiu roared, "He's a lunatic!"

"If you choose to help him, you will die too." Rum issued a final warning.

"If you help him, everyone will die!" The veins on Baijiu's forehead bulged and his voice trembled with excitement.

"I don't have anything more to say." Rum turned his back. "I've already seen all this in the rehearsal. See you tomorrow."

"Alanna!"

Baijiu stared at the White Widow, hoping that she would change her mind at this last moment.

Rum deliberately walked towards the direction guarded by the three bodyguards, but the two burly men were no fools. They naturally wouldn't let this prophetic man go easily. More importantly, the White Widow hadn't made her final decision yet.

Rum snorted lightly, then turned around again, looked at the White Widow's expression, and said indifferently: "His fate is already determined."

"Could it be..." Rum narrowed his eyes, his tone threatening, "Do you want to be the next him?"

"Alana...don't be bewitched by him." Baijiu reminded the White Widow calmly.

Baijiu believed that White Widow was not someone who would yield easily, but... the power of her intelligence was simply too great. Perhaps every word Rum spoke at this moment was the only thing that could force White Widow to hand over the key, even in countless other worlds.

The White Widow blinked, and finally, her decision was made. "I'm sorry, Lark."

After hearing this, Rum turned around with satisfaction.

At this moment, Baijiu could no longer bear it!

He suddenly stretched out his long legs and rushed towards Rum like an arrow!

Almost at the same time, Grace, who had been silent for a long time, also seized the opportunity.

Seeing Baijiu start to move, she jumped up from the sofa in an instant and ran towards the other side where there was no one!

Seeing this, the bodyguards immediately clenched their fists and punched Baijiu's abdomen with a loud bang!

This long-brewing ultimate battle has finally officially begun at this moment!