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

After having lunch at the Beika Town Grand Hotel, Fuheshel drove there.

He was already seated in the pachinko parlor, embarking on one of his few hobbies.

After seeing the failure result displayed on the screen, Fuheshen rubbed his hair in frustration.

Another loss!

Didi didi...

Just then, my phone rang.

Fuhesh picked up his phone; it was Vodka calling.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Fuheshen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. He was planning to quit drugs.

"Jundu, why aren't you replying to my messages?" Vodka's carefree voice came from the other end of the phone. "I saw you replied to your older brother's message, but you didn't reply to mine."

"Heh...just because of this trivial matter?" Fuheishen sneered, his voice sounding somewhat irritated.

"Scare me, it won't work. This is no small matter." Vodka felt the cold breath on the phone and quickly explained, "The base has come down. Didn't I get you a legal identity? If you don't reply to me, the base can't sign your name."

"Really?" When Fuheshen heard that the base had come down, his dark eyes, which had been dulled by losing money, regained their light. "How come it's so fast?"

In Japan, houses or land are generally owned in perpetuity, but the approval process is very complicated, and since he doesn't have legal status, it would take a long time.

“Hey, don’t underestimate me. Although it’s troublesome, the organization here has a lot of influence, and I helped you with the identity, it’s flawless,” Vodka boasted.

Fuhesen could clearly feel the smile playing on Vodka's lips on the other end of the phone. "That amazing?"

“Of course, I graduated from Tokyo University. If it weren’t for my brother’s busy schedule, I would probably only be able to get a…” Vodka’s voice was interrupted by Gin.

Gin, sitting in the back seat, slightly opened his eyes.

He originally wanted to take a break during his free time, but he vaguely heard the sound of vodka.

It was so noisy that he couldn't fall asleep.

When I opened my eyes, I heard Vodka talking nonsense to Cointreau again.

"Give me your phone," Gin said coldly.

"Okay, okay." Vodka glanced at Gin through the rearview mirror. "Big brother, aren't you going to sleep?"

Gin: "........."

Ignoring Vodka's question, Gin picked up his phone and said, "I'll send you an address in a bit. Come over, and I'll hand over the base to you."

"Travel expenses..."

Upon hearing Cointreau's voice, Gin's lips twitched. "Didn't that gentleman just give you a car?"

"..." Fuhe Shen'er was silent for a while. He had lost a lot of money today, so he wanted to save as much as possible.

Gin frowned as he listened to the noisy sounds on the other end of the phone. "Are you at the casino?"

The other party remained silent, and Gin knew what was going on.

“Gambling is no good, Cointreau, it’s a money pit,” Vodka advised. “You should learn from your older brother and focus your time on missions. You need to be more ambitious.”

Gin glanced coldly at Vodka and said, "If you don't have money, come over here yourself."

Fuhesh'er's voice also turned cold, "Heh, it seems you're a heartless fellow."

"Inhumane?" Gin sneered.

Forget it, Jundu. He hung up on her when she was out with Sherry. He read her message but didn't reply. Why doesn't he say that's heartless?

“Brother, let’s go pick up Jundu. He’s a colleague in the same organization, after all,” Vodka said, gripping the steering wheel. “We can’t be so cold-hearted.”

Gin: "........."

"Send me the address. Next time this happens, just come over yourself." Gin was about to hang up when he realized the other person had already hung up before him.

At the same time, the address was sent to my phone.

Gin took a deep breath. As the organization's workaholic, the head of Tokyo, and Cointreau's superior, he was always the one who hung up on others first!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Gin picked up his phone and dialed Fukushiro's number.

"What's wrong?" Fuheshen'er's voice rang out.

"Go wait at the door." After saying this coldly, Gin hung up the phone with lightning speed.

..........

Fuheshel parked his Mercedes-Benz G-Class inside the villa.

He wore a black, stand-up, long trench coat in the style of a Corsica coat, with a gold logo tattooed on the collar.

I walked into the washroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

Slightly disheveled hair, a cold profile, indifferent dark pupils, and a scar at the corner of his mouth that added to his mystery.

The long black trench coat accentuated his figure beautifully, and he wore black formal trousers.

He was as elegant as Count Dracula...

Elegant when calm, brutal when the disguise is torn away.

Fuheshel glanced at the black top hat but didn't wear it, finding it troublesome.

He used to never care about fashion.

Wearing a black, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and training pants with a belt... he went to carry out a mission.

But things are different now. He has a lot of black clothes in his closet. Wouldn't it be crazy if he didn't wear them?

It looks pretty good...

Fuheshchen nodded with slight satisfaction.

A few minutes later, Gin's Porsche 356A arrived, and the horn sounded.

Fukushima went downstairs and sat in the back seat, squeezing in with Gin.

"Won't you get a seat in the front?" Gin glanced at Fukushiro.

Why won't you sit in the front passenger seat?

Why do you insist on squeezing into the back seat with me?

“I don’t like sitting in the front,” Fuheshen replied, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

Gin: "......."

The Porsche 356A started up, and Vodka first took Vodka to complete the relevant procedures to legalize the base.

They then drove the car to the base.

After arriving at the destination, Beikacho 4-chome 1.

After parking the car, Fuheshen got out and observed the surrounding environment.

It was a deserted alley, surrounded by uninhabited houses, with a small bungalow in the middle.

"This is what they call the base?" Fuheshel frowned.

Gin sneered and didn't answer. He glanced at Fukushiro with the look one would give a country bumpkin before walking inside.

Seeing Cointreau's appearance, Vodka grinned, his sunglasses reflecting an unbearable light as he looked at Vodka, ready to mock him.

But upon meeting the other person's gaze, Vodka's smile vanished.

After glancing at the vodka, Fuheshel followed him inside.

Inside was a spacious living room with various pieces of furniture, but it wasn't dusty, suggesting that someone had been cleaning it.

Gin walked to the side of the liquor cabinet and opened the hidden mechanism.