A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin."

Inside the bar, Gin sat in the center of the bar, with Vermouth sitting beside him at the same level. Jiang Jin gave up his seat to Gin and then sat at the high table opposite him. Binga sat down opposite Jiang Jin, while Vodka chose to curl up on the sofa.

Vermouth took the initiative to start the conversation, her beautiful eyes sparkling: "The Miss Japan pageant awards ceremony is in a week. The ceremony will be held at the newly built Suzuki Hotel. There will also be a banquet, which will gather celebrities from all walks of life, and our target is among them."

Suzuki Hotel? It's the Suzuki family again, Jiang Jin thought. "Then this hotel investment is probably going to be a waste again. Shouldn't the head of the Suzuki family go to the temple to pray?"

"What is the mission? And why do we need so many people?" Binga looked at Gin and then at Jiang Jin.

Vermouth propped up the tablet in front of her, and after fiddling with her nail polished nails, she turned the screen to face Jiang Jin and the others.

The tablet displayed two photos: one of a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a work ID around his neck; and the other of a sly-looking man in a suit.

“The man on the left is Mitsumura Ichiro, a reporter. He has a recording and wants to use it to exchange for money to leave Japan.” Vermouth said, turning to Binga, “You’ll be in charge of this deal.”

Binga rested his chin on his hand and nodded slowly. But Vermouth didn't move on to the next person; instead, she looked at Jiang Jin: "This Mitsui Ichiro is an unscrupulous reporter. The higher-ups don't believe he'll really keep quiet. Only the dead can shut up forever. You can handle this one, right?"

Jiang Jin flicked two fingers to his forehead and said confidently, "Of course, I guarantee he won't leave the hotel. But can't I travel with the boss?"

"No, that won't do," Vermouth refused with a smile.

"Why don't you dare to come with me? Are you afraid of messing things up and I'll laugh at you?" Binga said unhappily. "Hmph, don't worry, if you ask me for help later, I might even help you clean up the mess."

After Binga finished speaking, he thought the other party would immediately retort. He had even thought of how to respond, but unexpectedly, Jiang Jin just turned his head and stared at him.

Just as Binga felt uncomfortable being stared at, Jiang Jin swiftly grabbed Binga's hair, which was tied behind his back, and pulled it, then immediately let go.

Binga immediately reacted like a furious pufferfish, almost jumping up: "Duyago!!"

"Hey, why are you calling me 'young master'?" Jiang Jin sat calmly, as if it was Binga who was being unreasonable.

Vermouth simply smiled and watched, then looked at Gin: "These two kids are really energetic."

Gin's dark green wolf eyes swept over them, and in his eyes, the two were extremely childish, like elementary school students. He took a deep breath, and his gloomy voice rang out: "If you keep making trouble, get out of here."

The scene finally quieted down, but Binga was still furious. He cursed inwardly, "Even if he provoked Duyago, couldn't he just yell back? Pulling his hair is nothing!"

“Alright, let’s continue.” Vermouth took the two of them as a little performance to relax during the meeting. “The other person, Jun Watanabe, is a secretary to a political figure. He has a new business partner and hopes the organization can help him get rid of this only stumbling block.”

Vermouth gestured to Gin: "This is for you two."

"Understood," Gin replied crisply.

"I will provide logistical support for you at the hotel, including real-time intelligence and evacuation arrangements for both of you," Vermouth said, bringing the meeting to a close.

At this moment, even Jiang Jin had no idea how lively the Suzuki Hotel would be next week.

The Miss Japan pageant awards ceremony was held at the newly completed Suzuki Hotel, and this year's competition was supported by several major conglomerates.

This was not only the Miss Japan pageant awards ceremony, but also the opening banquet of the Suzuki Hotel, which invited many Japanese celebrities to attend.

Suzuki Hotel

"Sonoko, your hotel is huge!" Kazuha exclaimed, looking up at the enormous crystal chandelier overhead.

Sonoko is wearing a beautiful light blue dress today. As the future heir of the Suzuki family, she will naturally attend such a banquet.

"How about it? Isn't this hotel impressive? My dad poured all his heart and soul into this hotel, even meticulously refining the design plans," Sonoko said proudly. "A bunch of celebrities are here for the Miss Japan awards banquet. I had to sell out my cousin to escape and find you guys. Hurry up and go inside."

Many people were invited to the dinner party, including the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, as well as Heiji Hattori's mother, Shizuka Hattori.

The former is a celebrity, while the latter is an etiquette consultant for the Miss Japan pageant. After all, she was once the "Queen of Karuta" and comes from a prestigious family.

Only Heiji Hattori was unaware of how formidable his mother was.

In the banquet hall, Ooka Momiji looked around at the people chatting and laughing, feeling rather bored. The invitation to the banquet had also been sent to the Ooka family, but such a banquet did not require the head of the Ooka family to personally attend. Therefore, in order to train his granddaughter, Iori Muga accompanied Ooka Momiji to the banquet.

"Ugh, this kind of boring banquet is so pointless, it's all just adults socializing." Ooka Momiji complained to Iori Muga in a low voice. Just then, she inadvertently glanced at a few people entering the banquet hall. "Iori, do you think that's Hattori and the others?"

Iori Muga was taken aback and turned to look. He found that it was indeed Hattori Heiji. Not only him, but also Toyama Kazuha, Sonoko from the Suzuki Foundation, the boy named Conan, and Mouri Kogoro.

“It’s Master Hattori, Miss,” Iori Muga replied.

Ooka Momiji finally perked up and immediately walked over to them excitedly. Perhaps she had been at the boring dinner for too long and wanted to talk to acquaintances as soon as possible, so she didn't notice a waiter carrying champagne passing by.

"Young Miss..." Iori Muga noticed and hurriedly called out to remind her, but it was too late, and the two of them had already collided.

Ooka Momiji was startled, thinking the wine would spill on her face or body. However, the waiter who served the wine quickly and steadily caught the glass and even managed to pull Ooka Momiji back from falling.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" The waiter immediately released his grip after seeing Ooka Momiji stop. Iori Muya also immediately went behind Ooka Momiji. "Miss, are you alright?"

Ooka Momiji shook her head: "I'm fine. I'm really sorry, I left in such a hurry."

The waiter simply nodded and then left with the drinks. Iori Muga's gaze followed the waiter as he left; the young lady didn't notice, but he saw it clearly.

The way that waiter just held the wine glass steady is something an ordinary person couldn't do; there's something wrong with that waiter.

However, this is not his business.

After this little incident, Momiji finally found Hattori Heiji. They were also slightly surprised to see Momiji there.

"With you all here, I'm finally not bored anymore." Hongye visibly cheered up, and at that moment, waiters brought desserts to each table.

Sonoko enthusiastically recommended, "You must try this dessert! The pastry chef came from France, it's absolutely delicious!"

Unbeknownst to them, the waiter who had just bumped into Hongye was strolling through the banquet hall with a glass of champagne, eventually stopping in front of a man in a navy blue suit.

This person has the appearance of someone of mixed foreign descent, with smooth blonde hair draped over their shoulders and a pair of blue eyes.

"I thought you'd come out in a Western-style dress." The waiter handed the champagne to the other person with feigned elegance; this person was none other than Jiang Jin in disguise.

The man was clearly taken aback when he saw the waiter, but he quickly recovered and replied in a low voice, "Am I crazy? This dress can't hide my figure at all, and there's a live TV broadcast here."

That's right, this person is Binga. In order not to stand out too much at the banquet, he even briefly gave up his dreadlocks and put on some makeup to make his appearance different from his original one, pretending to be a young master from some wealthy family.

“It looks better this way,” Jiang Jin said. Binga rolled his eyes. “The transaction is about to happen, so you’d better not mess it up.”