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

[Ooka Main Residence]

In the quaint and luxurious corridor, Binga was lingering in front of the reading room door, still debating with Jiang Jin, who was far away in the coffee shop.

“I’m warning you, don’t try to be clever and kidnap Ooka Momiji. If it happens like it did on Hachijojima last time,” Jiang Jin’s tone was full of warning, “you’ll be the one to go to jail for Rum.”

Binga reluctantly agreed, and Jiang Jin urged him to hurry into the reading room to see the head of the Ooka family.

The Ooka family's reading room is filled with books, resembling a small library. The room is lined with bookshelves, and comfortable sofas and side tables are placed beside several bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

Binga turned the doorknob and entered the reading room. The head of the Ooka family happened to be standing next to the bookshelf, holding a book in his hand. The former Japanese prime minister had a calm yet dignified air about him; he merely glanced at Binga.

Then, taking the book, he walked to the window and sat down: "You're the young man Iori mentioned, what's his name again?"

Binga gave his name, and the head of the Ooka family merely nodded indifferently. Jiang Jin's voice came through the earpiece: "Don't get led astray. Where did your usual arrogant attitude, that you look down on even the boss, go? You're just a retired old man. Just state your purpose, go go go!"

“Butler Iori should have told you why I’m here.” Binga didn’t want to hear Jiang Jin’s mocking voice in his ear, so he braced himself and sat down in the seat opposite the head of the Ooka family.

The head of the Ooka family glanced at Binga with some surprise, then returned his gaze to the pages of the book in his hands: "Iori did tell me, but our Ooka family doesn't just recruit anyone. We won't take the risk of hiring someone with a questionable background."

Binga rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, thinking, "What's this old man pretending for? How clean can a former prime minister be when dealing with political enemies?"

"That's because I've worked under different bosses, so my style of doing things is naturally different. There's a Chinese saying, 'Each monkey has its own way of being tethered.' If the head of the Ooka family can give me the opportunity to serve him, then naturally I'll be whatever style you need."

The head of the Ooka family found Binga's words somewhat interesting, so he put down his book and began to examine Binga again. The young man in front of him, with dreadlocks, sunglasses, and a suit, who was clearly not Asian, exuded an aura that seemed quite different from what he had said.

"You even understand classical Chinese?" the head of the Ooka family asked. Binga's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself that of course he didn't understand; those words were just what Duyago had said.

"Uh... I know a little bit about it."

“I’ve recently become very interested in Chinese culture,” said the head of the Ooka family, pointing to the book in his hand. “So I’ve been reading books on this subject.”

Binga glanced down, but couldn't understand a single word.

"Since the patriarch is studying Chinese culture, he must have read the story of the First Emperor seeking immortality, right?" Binga listened to Jiang Jin's words through his earphones. He understood each word, but the combination of them confused him.

Is Duyago really going to tell this old man Chinese stories?

“I have indeed seen this story before, and there are many different versions.” The head of the Ooka family became interested, and his initial disdain for Binga lessened. Just then, Iori Muga knocked on the reading room door with prepared tea and snacks.

Iori Muga poured black tea for the two of them. He glanced at the head of the family's expression and noticed that the two seemed to be having a good conversation.

He couldn't help but wonder, was Amamiya Jin really just trying to find a job for his friend?

After Iori Muga left, Binga heard Jiang Jin continue, "There is never a story without a basis in this world. In ancient times, information did not flow smoothly, and all stories were passed down from person to person. It was much more reliable than the rumors that are rampant now that the internet is so developed."

The patriarch of the Ooka family paused slightly: "You mean, the story of the First Emperor seeking immortality is true? Immortality also exists?"

Binga's heart pounded like a drum; he seemed to know what incredibly shocking things Duago was about to say.

"Why not?" Binga hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "Why...why not?"

After hearing Bingjia's words, Jiang Jin was satisfied and continued to remind him, "Take out the document I gave you before and show it to him."

Binga, with a solemn expression, took out a document that had been given to him just before he left today.

The head of the Ooka family opened the document, and after browsing it, even the most composed former prime minister couldn't help but feel a slight twitch in his facial muscles from excitement. He put down the document, his sharp gaze fixed on Binga: "The authenticity of this document?"

Binga didn't know the contents of the document, so he could only repeat what Jiang Jin said: "Of course it's absolutely authentic. I got this document from Rum, I think you should be familiar with him, right?"

The head of the Ooka family was, after all, a seasoned veteran. Even though the contents of the document made his expression change for a moment, he quickly composed himself and then became suspicious again: "By doing this, aren't you betraying your former master?"

Jiang Jin, speaking earnestly through the earphones, said, "I didn't want to either! But Rum is now trying to sideline even that person, and he's not giving me a way out. Master, everyone has to think about their own future, right? With the strength of the Ooka Group and this experimental data, if that gentleman can do it, why can't you?"

These words are truly moving.

"Although the Karasuma Group is a century-old family, it's time for a generational change. Someone with your vision and courage, Patriarch, could easily take its place and become the new 'Karasuma Group.'" Binga said these words, but his heart was already churning like a tsunami. Jiang Jin continued, "Seeking immortality, so that the family business can continue for a century or even longer. Of course, Patriarch, you can also report me to the organization. Anyway, I wouldn't have thought of relying on you if I hadn't been desperate. But if I die, this report will certainly not remain in your hands."

After leaving the Ooka family, Binga was still a little dazed, after all, he had received too much information all at once.

"Binga, someone will come to pick you up in a little while." Jiang Jin's voice came through the earpiece, and Binga simply responded.

Until a silver minivan appeared on the side of the road, and the door opened, Binga, who was already lost in thought, was quickly pulled into the minivan by the people inside.

It looked just like the black van used for human trafficking in the legal news programs I watched as a child.

Binga, who had been pulled into the car, sensed something was wrong and was about to react when a cloth bag was shoved over his head. Then a woman's voice rang out: "Hold on tight, cornrows."

It must be one of Duyago's men! Is he out of his mind?!

In the car that was driving on the road, Curaçao hung up the phone and said to Rum in the back seat, "Sir, keep an eye on Binga's men and report that he went to the Ooka family today and seemed to have met with the head of the Ooka family. After he came out, he was picked up by Duago's men."

Rum opened his eyes, which had been feigning sleep, and said in a sinister tone, "Are you sure? Ha, that fool Binga dares to betray me. Is Duago trying to win over the Ooka family? What a pipe dream. Go and contact the Ooka family. I want to see the head of the Ooka family."