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

The cold wind was howling outside the window.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, the bloodshot veins in his dark green pupils clearly visible from lack of rest.

"Kundo, if there's nothing else, get off the train," Gin said calmly.

He never wanted to see the person who had taken his lighter again.

"Take me to the Beika Town horse racing track," Fuheshner said to Vodka in the driver's seat, ignoring Gin.

"A horse racing track?" Gin frowned slightly. "What's wrong? Did someone there offend you?"

His first reaction wasn't to bet on horse racing, but rather that some tactless person had offended Cointreau.

Given Cointreau's temperament, it wouldn't be surprising if he blew up the racecourse.

“No, I just want to go betting on horses, so this will take me there.” Fuheshen’s expression remained unchanged. “It will save you the cost of a taxi.”

As someone responsible for assassinations, dealing with undercover agents, fighting against the FBI, the CIA, and the Japanese Public Security Bureau, he made a name for himself under the watchful eyes of all the officials, protecting researchers, planting undercover agents in the opposite direction, managing the best action team in Japan, cleaning up messes for core members, training new recruits, preparing arms, trading, extortion, that gentleman's confidant, and the worldly-wise Qin, the model worker, had never seen such a boundless person.

Stealing a lighter and then a car?!

Do you really think he has that much free time?

Doesn't he know he's very busy?

He hadn't slept for two days and two nights to complete his mission, and now he was going to make a deal with some shady industry.

We also need to be prepared to guard against traitors and find a suitable transaction location, and set up the scene...

I'm exhausted, and I still have to take Jundu to the racecourse, just for horse racing?

Gin's dark green pupils stared at Fukuro Jinji, and from Fukuro Jinji's perspective, the bloodshot veins in the other's eyes were clearly visible.

“Brother, the Beika Town horse racing track is on the way.” Vodka quickly intervened when he saw Gin’s silence, making no mention of the lighter. “It won’t take long.”

"What's wrong?" Fuheshen raised an eyebrow and moved closer to Gin. "You don't look too good. If this bothers you, then I'll get out of the car."

“Of course, vodka. I’m sorry to disappoint you for wanting to give me this.” Fuheshen shook his head. “The Beika Town horse racing track is only a few kilometers away. It only takes me about two hours to walk there.”

Feeling the indifferent yet somewhat sarcastic breath on his ear, Gin's eye twitched. "Vodka, take him to the horse racing track."

"Don't worry, brother, it won't delay the mission. I've already started it!" Vodka said with a smile.

Back when Jundu compared him to his older brother, he already knew that his older brother spoke coldly because of his personality, which could easily lead to misunderstandings among new colleagues. Of course, he wasn't as understanding as Jundu.

Of course, he wasn't stupid. He could tell that Jundu was trying to sow discord, but that was impossible. He belonged to his elder brother for life.

"That's enough for now, I'm going to rest for a bit." Gin rubbed his head, which was throbbing from not resting, and leaned back in his chair to rest for a while.

"Don't rest, brother, we've arrived." Gin had just closed his eyes when Vodka's loud voice rang out.

Gin: "......."

Shivering and cold.

Fuheishen: "......."

How miserable.

...........

"Hurry, hurry up, run faster!"

There were quite a few people at the Beika Town Racecourse, most of them with red eyes, holding their betting tickets and shouting wildly.

After watching the horse races on the field, Fuheshen went to the ATM next to him to withdraw cash and carefully selected some items.

Although he always loses at gambling, he believes there's no faster way to make money than this.

If we win just once, wouldn't the winnings double?

"Hey, Mr. Fushiguro, it's nice to see you again." A familiar voice came from behind.

Fuheshchen tilted his head slightly. There was a high school girl with a single horn, a boy in strange clothes, and a middle-aged man who was seriously choosing a horse for betting.

He glanced at Ran Mouri. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt underneath a light green vest, and a green skirt. Even so, it couldn't hide her slender waist, and her legs were as delicate and flawless as porcelain.

However, he seemed very nervous, as if he was on guard against something.

"We meet again, Xiaolan." Fuheshen'er nodded.

He glanced at Kogoro Mouri beside him.

Power: 13

Agility: 13

Stamina: 13

Insight: 15

Skill: Judo: Max

Weapons: max

Kogoro Mouri glanced at Shinobu Fushiguro, then his expression turned serious.

As a sharpshooter and judo master who dominated the Metropolitan Police Department, he may have become decadent, but his observation skills remain excellent.

The guy who struck up a conversation with his daughter... he's really something; the scar on his lip is a testament to his achievements.

"Hello, I am Kogoro Mouri, Ran's father," Kogoro Mouri said formally.

"Fukushige." Fukushige smiled and shook hands with Kogoro Mouri.

Then he looked at Conan, who was standing guard to the side.

“I can clearly sense your hostility, little one.” Fuheshen smiled at Conan.

Conan was on high alert; he could even see the fear in the other person's eyes.

Realizing what had happened, Conan quickly pretended to be a child and said, "No, big brother, I just think you look scary."

boom!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a fist came crashing down on him.

Conan looked at Kogoro Mouri with a tearful expression.

"That brat has absolutely no manners." Kogoro Mouri cracked his fist. "He's really offended me."

That Conan almost made me lose a wealthy client.

Judging from the other person's attire, they are wearing a Prada turtleneck sweater and black trousers from Babul, but their shoes are unknown.

But these two items alone cost over a million yen.

Besides, the other person's temperament speaks for itself.

"It's alright, kids are just naughty, a good beating will fix it." Fuheishener said calmly.

Conan: "......."

Mouri Kogoro: "......"

Xiaolan: "......."

"Mr. Fukuro, you're not here to gamble on horse races, are you?" Xiaolan asked with a strange look.

"Otherwise what?" Fuheshen touched the scar on the corner of his mouth, his eyes lowered as he looked at the money in his hand.

Xiaolan was about to say something, but stopped herself after seeing the other person's actions.

Xiaolan's perspective:

The man with a melancholy expression gently stroked his scars, seemingly thinking about those tragic days of the past.

I have no one to rely on but myself.

Loneliness and sadness accompanied him like a tide, and perhaps the only way he could keep himself alive was through betting on horse races.

"Mr. Fukuro, did you come alone?" Xiaolan asked, taking a deep breath.

Fuheishen: "???"

Fukushige was taken aback, wondering why the topic had changed so quickly, not knowing what the other person was thinking.