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

Inside a Porsche 356A.

"Jundu, can I learn martial arts from you in the future?" Vodka gripped the steering wheel, hesitant to speak, yet still wanting to. "I want to become a martial arts master like you."

“Of course.” Fuheshen’s scarred lips curled up. “But the tuition is very expensive. Whether you can learn it or not depends on yourself.”

“That’s not a problem, I have money,” Vodka said with a smile.

“You can’t learn it,” Gin said coldly from the back seat.

Upon seeing Vodka's expression, Gin knew his wallet was in danger.

"Why?" Vodka said, sounding a little aggrieved. "I have a very strong learning ability."

“…” Gin took out a cigarette, opened the window, lit it, and said, “Our constitutions are different.”

One is a witcher, the other is an ordinary person, how can they learn from each other?

"Heh, you know it now?" Fuhe Shen'er glanced at Gin.

“I know a little bit.” Gin took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled. “At least you’re not like ordinary people. We’ll talk about it when you can break a telephone pole without hurting your hands.”

"That sounds... a bit difficult." Vodka swallowed.

Fukushiro glanced at Gin with disdain.

What a waste of time! Xiao Lan can smash a telephone pole and not get hurt at all.

He refused to believe that Vodka was ineffective; at least his strength was only slightly lower than Xiaolan's...

Gin, needless to say, with a power level of 18, could easily tear a person in half if he put all his strength into it.

"Stop the car..." Gin suddenly called out after glancing out the window.

Vodka quickly turned on his hazard lights and then immediately stopped the car.

The three of them leaned forward slightly.

"What's going on?" Vodka opened the window and looked outside. "Brother, it looks like someone's robbing us."

“No…” Vodka’s pupils contracted. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed that he wasn’t seeing things. “It’s a kid that Cointreau knows. He’s robbing someone.”

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Junto. Pure evil, huh?

Vodka tilted his head in confusion and looked out in the direction Vodka was looking.

Conan snatched the pink box from the old lady's hands while holding a skateboard. His face twisted with excitement as he shouted, "Hey, I found it! I found it!" He then hopped on the skateboard and sped away.

Edogawa... Conan, what are you doing?

Fukushiro took a deep breath. He never imagined that Conan would rob an old lady on the street.

The character design is wrong!

"That little kid..." Gin's dark green pupils followed Conan's skateboard as he moved.

On the street, everyone was in a panic, discussing the robbery that had just happened.

“This is not a good way to educate children.” Gin looked at Fukushiro.

"You mean... I taught him how to rob?" Fuheshchen's lips twitched.

Gin snorted coldly, "He's still young, and his main task is to study. We can't let him unleash too much of the evil in his nature, otherwise he'll be easily exposed after joining the organization."

Fuheishener: ?

Good grief, is Gin thinking of bringing Conan into the organization too?

“You’ve misunderstood,” Fuheshen said calmly.

Gin sneered and did not respond to Fukushiro.

Cointreau... that's how it is.

Rumble...

At that moment, an explosion suddenly occurred where Conan had left.

"What happened?" Vodka's pupils contracted again. "Brother, the sound of the explosion just now came from the direction that child left in."

"Follow them and see." Gin was also startled by the sudden explosion, and he considered the worst possible outcome.

In an instant, a variety of guesses flooded his mind.

There may be an undercover agent, or a hostile organization may have noticed the promising talents being cultivated by Cointreau and want to take this opportunity to assassinate them.

...........

The truth is:

Conan received a phone call using Shinichi Kudo's phone.

The other party claimed to have a bomb and had placed it on a toy, which was being played with by several children.

Conan dared not underestimate the situation and rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the news.

Upon arriving at the green park, the first step was to maneuver the toy airplane bomb to a safe location and detonate it.

Although Genta tried to stop them, intending to lead everyone to their doom, Conan still managed to win and successfully lured the bomb to a safe area.

Then, Conan received another warning: under the tree, and detonate it at exactly 2:00 PM.

As time ticked by, Conan still hadn't found the bomb.

Because there's nothing under the tree.

"Please take it away, kind person." Just then, an old lady picked up a pink box and said this in his panic.

Then they opened the pink box, and a kitten ran out.

Conan's brain was instantly pierced by a laser.

Conan, who had previously studied in Hawaii, immediately thought of it.

Under the tree, under the tree roots, tree roots (Nekko).

Neko (cat)!

So Conan snatched the cage and, after examining it, confirmed that the bomb was indeed inside.

His face was contorted with excessive relaxation and excitement. "Hey, I found it! I found it!"

With the bomb about to explode, he immediately jumped on his skateboard and sped off towards a less crowded area.

"Damn it, only ten seconds left." Conan's voice was filled with despair. He glanced around at the crowd and realized that there was still a large flow of people. He couldn't just drop the bomb.

How to do how to do.

Upon seeing a beach beyond the road, Conan's eyes hardened. He leaped off the road on his skateboard and threw it with all his might.

'boom! '

The bomb exploded instantly just seconds after Conan threw it.

Conan was also thrown into the air by the shockwave, and then crashed heavily to the ground, his vision going completely black.

"This child is seriously injured..."

"Can't die."

"Get him to the hospital quickly."

In his dazed state, Conan heard a somewhat familiar, yet cold, voice...

He was then picked up and Conan could vaguely feel the warmth in the person's arms, and it seemed... there was also a head of beautiful silver hair.

"Is it Angel?" Conan muttered subconsciously.