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

“Okay…” the driver nodded, then added, “But boss, try to avoid places like Kabukicho as much as possible. Just leave it to your subordinates. If the man in the top hat and black really shows up…”

Shigeto Yotsuji shook his head. Ever since Reika Yotsuji died, some of the family's immediate relatives in the conglomerate had started to frantically show off.

Of course, he also needs to make his own business a success to win the old man's favor.

"Don't worry, those legends are just for kids." Shigeto Yotsuji said, lighting a cigarette.

He had controlled the underworld for many years and had fought back and forth with other gangs.

So what if the men in top hats and black really come?

He's nothing like that good-for-nothing, Yoshikawa Reika.

Moreover, after the incident with Yotsuki Reika, he modified his car to be bulletproof.

There were also professional bodyguards behind the car.

Just kidding. Besides, whether or not you kill yourself, whether or not the other party can leave after they come is another matter entirely.

Moreover, the existence of the man in the top hat and black clothes is still just a legend.

crunch.

The car braked suddenly and remained stationary.

"What happened?" Shigeto Yotsuji was burned in the mouth by a cigarette butt due to the sudden braking.

However, before the driver could answer, he couldn't say anything.

A tall, unusually large man, dressed in a black hoodie and black pants, stood against the backdrop of a dark box, his indifferent gaze devoid of any emotion, coldly staring at him.

Just by looking at his posture, he was terrifyingly strong.

On the other side stood a silver-haired man wearing a black top hat and a black trench coat, whose cold demeanor made him appear somewhat eerie.

The only one who seemed somewhat normal was the muscular man wearing sunglasses, but even he seemed a bit off after seeing the irregular, fierce light reflected off his sunglasses.

"Top hat, top hat and man in black!!!" The driver screamed in fright upon seeing this.

This shows just how terrifying that legend was.

"What's the panic! He might just be a new male escort at the club," Shigeto Yotsuji snapped at the driver. "What normal person would have such effeminate silver hair..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of bullets hitting the car body rang out.

Shigeto Yoshii's pupils contracted.

The silver-haired man raised his Beretta 92F and fired it at the fuel tank at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

“It’s bulletproof.” Gin frowned.

Upon hearing this, Vodka raised his gun and fired several shots at the tire.

"Charge it!" Shigeto Yotsuji, who had been somewhat panicked, was relieved to see that his defenses hadn't been breached and shouted loudly.

The driver floored the accelerator and rammed into the man wearing a black hoodie and no top hat.

"Retreat," Gin coldly ordered.

He had anticipated this outcome and had already devised a retreat plan in his mind.

If the target is not killed immediately, then retreat instantly.

Moreover, the terrain is very complex, making it difficult for the enemy to pursue.

“There’s no need for that.” Fuheshen’er grinned maliciously, raised his foot, and aimed it at the oncoming car.

"Are you crazy?!" Gin's eyes widened in fury.

Vodka's eyes widened as well.

The driver in the car couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Seeing the car speeding towards him and heading straight for him, instead of running away, he actively approached it?

Bang.

Due to the interaction of forces, the car came to a sudden stop, and then a tremendous force kicked the car away.

It crashed directly into the black car behind which bodyguards were sitting.

Gin's pupils suddenly contracted.

This power!?

Is the other person even human?

Vodka's eyes bulged out, and his sunglasses protruded forward at an extremely small angle.

“The other party’s car is bulletproof.” Gin didn’t have time to exclaim in surprise before he immediately analyzed, “The other party was in a bulletproof car, and it’s uncertain whether they are dead or not, so they used a bomb.”

“There’s no need for that,” Fuheshchen coldly repeated.

Gin didn't speak, but gestured for Vodka to stop.

Fuhesh walked to a telephone pole, raised his fist, and punched the pole.

Gin:?

Vodka: ?

At that moment, their only thought was that Cointreau had fallen ill again.

However... after a while, Gin and Vodka's expressions instantly went out of control.

The ten-meter-long, thick utility pole, more than twenty centimeters in diameter, was snapped in half by Fuhesh.

The opponent's expression turned somewhat ferocious and terrifying. He leaped forward at an extremely fast speed, raised the telephone pole above his head with both hands, and unleashed a downward chop. The whole sequence of movements was fluid and graceful.

Its overwhelming power was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Upon witnessing this scene, Shigeto Yotsuji, who was barely alive inside the car, stopped breathing and his expression turned to despair.

I felt as if a mountain was pressing down on me, time seemed to slow down, and my adrenaline was pumping wildly.

boom!

A cracking sound rang out instantly as the broken utility pole slammed heavily onto the two cars that had already collided.

The enormous impact caused the car to deform rapidly.

Shigeto Yotsuji only felt a slight pain, but he endured the blow without uttering a sound. The driver and the bodyguard behind him did the same.

"Boring."

Standing nearly two meters tall, Fuheishen looked down at the ruins.

There was silence all around.

Gin and Vodka, who were watching, were completely stunned and had no idea what had just happened.

Is the mission over already?

“You…” Gin coughed twice, his voice muffled as if he wanted to say something, but he held back and said to Vodka, “Make the scene look like a telephone pole explosion.”

Vodka snapped out of his daze, nodded, and got up to stage the scene.

Ten minutes later... the three of them left in a Porsche 356A.

In the car.

"How's your hand?" Gin asked in a somewhat cold voice.

Fuhei glanced at Gin and waved his hand in front of him.

Gin remained silent and said nothing.

"Cointreau, how... how did you do that?" Vodka, gripping the steering wheel, couldn't help but ask.

Judging from what just happened, this is no longer within the realm of human beings, is it?

Besides, what normal person would break a utility pole and not get any injuries on their hands?

"Want to learn? I'll teach you." Fuheishen's lips curled slightly. "This is Armament Haki."

Armament Haki?

A hint of doubt flickered in the eyes of both Vodka and Gin.

“That’s right.” Fuhei Shen took out a pack of cigarettes from Gin’s pocket, took one out and put it back in his own pocket, then lit it. “All you need to do is hammer your hand on a heavy object every day. When it turns purplish-black, it means you have awakened Armament Haki. The prerequisite is that you do it day after day.”

Gin took a deep breath, his lips twitching wildly. He was about to get angry, but he had to maintain a cool and aloof demeanor.

"You're lying, right?" Vodka curled his lip. "This is self-torture, okay? According to you, my brother doesn't sleep every day and still hasn't awakened anything."

"No... but I did awaken a head of silver hair," Vodka suddenly said, realizing something.