Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Inside the villa, the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere permeated everyone's lives.

"Brother Hutian, what's wrong?" A man with tattoos on his face asked, frowning.

Today's gathering can be described as a good day for our gang.

Backed by the Yamaguchi-gumi, who are said to have very powerful backers... apparently, it's some kind of man in a top hat and black.

Basically, with a little more time and effort, they can be legalized and become a legitimate security company.

However, his elder brother... the founder of the gang, remained frowning.

"I don't know why, but I feel uneasy today." Torada took a deep breath, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "The Yamaguchi-gumi usually doesn't pay much attention to us, so why did they suddenly remember us today... and even gather all the gang's top leaders together?"

"Brother, you're worrying too much." The tattooed man grinned, patting his waist. "Just in case, I'm carrying a gun..."

Japan is a country with strict gun control, and gang fights or purges usually involve weapons.

In his view, a piece of truth is enough to keep the situation in check.

Even if there's an emergency, he can stop it...

"Maybe I'm overthinking it..." Torada smiled, about to say something, when suddenly, a figure rapidly magnified in his pupils.

Its speed was like lightning, like a fleeting glimpse of a swan, gone in an instant.

I can't see it clearly, I can't see it at all...

The tattooed man was about to say something when he suddenly felt the light behind him dim, and a figure slowly appeared behind him.

"You're carrying a gun?" A strikingly handsome white-haired man with misty, azure eyes stared intently at the other man.

The tattooed man opened his mouth...

Bang! ! !

In an instant, a palm strike landed...

The tattooed man's entire head vanished instantly, forcefully pressed down...

Countless drops of blood gushed from his chest, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground.

Chianti and Cohen's eyes widened... Is this even human?

Gin, with a cold expression, raised his pistol and instantly took down a man who tried to sneak up on him.

"Top hat, the man in the top hat and black is here!!!"

"Quick, run!"

Those around, seeing this, suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly ran towards the gate, urinating and defecating.

But the door was already closed, so all he could do was reach out and frantically pound on it.

Vodka's expression was ferocious, and bullets kept gushing from his pistol.

Chianti and Cohen also realized what was happening, suppressed their shock, and took out their pistols to start clearing out the surrounding fodder.

The crowd began to scream, and even the pheasants, who were hiding far away, could hear it clearly.

The terrifying screams, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, made him crouch on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

What happened inside is unknown...

But the rumors about the man in the top hat and black clothes are not false... they bring signs of death and ruin!

In less than five minutes... the entire villa fell silent.

Fuheshner, carrying the terrified Tiger Field, threw him in front of Vodka, saying, "You decide whether he lives or dies."

Hearing the screams beside him, fear had already consumed him, and he shakily raised his head.

When she saw Gin's appearance, her expression changed drastically. Pointing at Gin, she said, "You, it's you! I didn't expect you to be that man in the top hat and black."

Everyone stared at him coldly, and no one responded to his question.

Vodka instinctively looked at Gin.

Gin glanced at Vodka with his dark green eyes. "Take care of it yourself."

Chianti and Cohen didn't say anything, they just stood beside Vodka.

"Big brother... Cointreau, you guys..." Vodka's feelings were complicated. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to smile, but found that he couldn't.

However, Gin and Cointreau ignored the vodka, walked to the side, lit a cigarette, squatted down, and looked like they were watching a show.

Vodka: "........"

“It’s you, I remember you…” Torada looked at the somewhat familiar face in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted. “I saved your father’s life back then. If it weren’t for me, your father would never have been able to pay back the money.”

"Without that money, you wouldn't even be able to afford high school."

"Besides, it was your mother's own wish; I didn't force her. You need to understand, with that money, you can..."

Bang!

Vodka's face darkened to a certain degree, and he broke one of the other man's legs.

The intense pain contorted Torada's face into a grimace...

"You don't understand at all!" Before the words were even finished, Vodka fired three shots, severing the man's remaining three limbs. The last shot struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

He had hoped to discover beauty and miracles in the mundane routines of everyday life.

Although life was a bit tough, my mother was there for me...

Can....

The reality is cruel. Since that incident, the law has failed to meet his expectations, and society has failed to soothe his emotions.

Only the darkened distillery answered his request...

From that moment on, he no longer cared about good or bad people; he simply hoped that evil would die out completely.

"Did you get anything out of the safe?" Gin stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and stomped out the butt.

“Over…” Chianti nodded, pointing the gun at the person beside her. “I’ll go get it in a bit…”

Cohen nodded. "Me and her...together."

"By the way, Jundu, how did you do that just now?" Chianti looked at Fuheshel, observing the other's eyes. "You, you're not a magician, are you... like in the movies, teleporting directly to the other person."

Cohen also looked up at the other person.

"Want to learn?" Fuheshchen glanced at the two of them.

Chianti nodded excitedly, and Cohen's eyes lit up as well.

“It’s very simple…” Fuheshen’er let out a clean boy’s laugh. “This kind of movement is called ‘shaving.’ By moving the legs at high speed, the user can move at a near teleportation speed, making it impossible for others to track the movement.”

“As for training... all you need to do is move your legs at high speed every day and stick to it,” Fuheshen continued.

"Really?" Chianti's eyes lit up.

“It’s fake.” Gin’s cold voice ended Chianti’s thoughts.

If it were all like that, he would have gone to learn from Jundu long ago, why would he need to look for them?

Of course, Gin's statement wasn't without basis.

He had previously trained his Armament Haki using Cointo's method with some skepticism.

As a result, my left hand is still swollen and hasn't gone down yet... I can only use my right hand to perform tasks.

However, in order to maintain his aloof persona, he did not go to the organization's medical room for treatment, but instead used ice packs to reduce the swelling.

“Jundu, you’re lying again. How could this be?” Vodka took off his gloves, revealing his swollen, purple hands. “Look at them, they’re all swollen like this.”

"Wow!" Chianti's eyes widened when he saw it. "A fist the size of a sandbag."

Cohen looked up at his hands, then looked down at his own hands.

"Talent and hard work... are both indispensable." Fuheshen threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.

Everyone: “…”

“Oh right, big brother, I almost forgot to tell you.” Vodka said casually, “Those people in the medical department were really outrageous. After examining the cause of the illness (Vokhejin’s special Armament Haki training method), they actually made me get my brain checked.”

"Think about it, brother. I'm following you. Looking down on me is looking down on you," Vodka added fuel to the fire.

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glanced at Vodka coldly.

Ha, thank goodness he didn't go to the organization's medical department for a checkup; Vodka was really stupid.