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

After dealing with the sniper, Fuhesh returned to Sherry's side, his gaze indifferent.

Shirley was looking down, staring blankly at the blood she had just touched.

"Didn't I tell you to close your eyes?" Fuheshen said calmly.

Shirley raised her eyes, her eyes red-rimmed and tears still clinging to her fair cheeks, making her look pitiful.

Without answering Fuheishen's question, he quickly walked to the other's side, checked the injuries, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "You... are you alright?"

"..." Fu Heishen's lips twitched.

Did Shirley hope something bad would happen to her?

At his current level, let alone sniper bullets, even missiles might not be able to break through his defenses.

Feeling a cool, delicate hand exploring his body, Fuheishen took a step back and asked, "What do you think?"

Seeing Fuheshen's actions, Shirley paused, lowered her head, and whispered, "I know, you're invincible."

She knew Shen'er was very strong and powerful... she knew he was very strong and powerful from the time he saved her at the amusement park.

But what he didn't know was that he was so strong that even bullets wouldn't pose a threat to him.

She had just checked and found that she wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest; she had only managed to stop the bullet with her bare body.

Perhaps seeing through Sherry's thoughts, Fuheishen turned around and said calmly, "You have never understood how strong I really am."

Sherry's pupils widened slightly, and she bit her lip, realizing that her thoughts had been guessed again.

Seeing Fuheshel walk away in one direction without looking back, Sherry realized what was about to happen.

"Be careful..." Shirley said worriedly, standing still.

"Hmm..." Fuheishen responded, and gradually disappeared from the other party's sight.

.........

The pale sunlight had a cold hue, devoid of any warmth, merely illuminating the snow-covered ground in a white light.

Inside a meeting room in the Yotsubi Group building.

A huge long table sits here, enough to accommodate more than twenty people, but two seats are missing.

"It's now confirmed that the person who killed Miss Reika was the man in the top hat and black... At the amusement park, Miss Reika had an argument with Kazuto Nikaido, but it ended quickly. That same night, Miss Reika was murdered." A young man in a suit and tie was operating a remote control on the large screen.

The screen prominently displayed a photo of Voxeln at the amusement park...

The other person walked alone in the crowd, with a cold expression, and people around him deliberately kept their distance.

This situation presents a stark contrast.

What's most striking is the contempt and indifference in their eyes.

“It’s been confirmed…” Yotsuji Miyahei looked somewhat exhausted as he sat in the main seat. “The murders of Reika and Shigeto were committed by the men in top hats and black.”

Unlike the others, Yotsumiya Hei's position was that he knew of the organization's existence...

However, this is only the tip of the iceberg; the organization has existed since the Middle Ages.

Mystery and ambiguity shrouded that organization... Any force that opposes it will be reduced to ruins and inferno.

Although he loves his daughter very much... it's not worth risking the entire conglomerate for her.

As the person in charge of the Yotsubi Group, he had to consider the group's future.

Moreover... these younger people seemed to be very dedicated and efficient, which put his mind at ease.

At least after his death, he was able to preserve such a large enterprise as the Yotsubi Group.

"Uncle...don't worry." A younger member of the Yotsuui family smiled slightly. "No one, no matter who, can go against the Yotsuui Group."

Upon hearing the junior's words, Yoshimiya Hei felt a sense of unease and frowned, "What do you mean?"

People around also turned their attention to that direction.

The younger brother, Yoshii, smiled. He had originally planned to give this uncle a surprise today.

But I didn't expect that my uncle already knew about the murderer... There's really nothing I can do about him.

Upon learning of the killer's identity, he immediately used his uncle, Yotsumiya Hei, to hire a top-three sniper.

Moreover... his mission wasn't to assassinate the killer, but to make the other person experience the feeling of loss.

Then capture them alive...

Thinking of the fear on the man's face, the junior Yoshii couldn't help but laugh, as happy as a child.

"In a little while, we'll see that man weeping and repenting," the junior member Yoshii announced the good news. "I've already hired an assassin."

boom!

Yotsumiya Hei slammed his hand on the table, his eyes wide, "What did you say?!"

Bang!

A bullet came hurtling in, striking the junior squarely in the head... a burst of blood mist erupted from one side of his temple.

Yoshimiya Hei's pupils contracted slightly as he watched helplessly as his nephew was shot dead before his eyes.

Before anyone in the meeting room could react, the entire hall fell silent.

"Dismissed, dismissed..." Fu Heishen walked in step by step, holding a pistol in his hand, a smile on his lips, but his eyes were indifferent to the point of being cold.

The moment they saw Fuheshen'er, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and the twenty-odd people began to stir.

"What are you going to do?" Yotsumiya Hei gritted his teeth, barely suppressing his anger.

"I..." Fuheshen slapped his head with the hand holding the pistol, as if remembering something, his face contorted with rage, "Of course I'm here to kill you!"

puff!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fuheishen had already transformed into a phantom, appearing beside the other party at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

One punch...

Before Yoshimiya Hei could say anything more, he saw a fist already appear in front of him.

The people around were also stunned.

"How is that possible?!"

'How could it be so fast!'

Their eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Yotsuji Miyahei wanted to do something to defend himself, but it was too late.

In an instant... Fuheishen's fist slammed into his face.

Bang!

With a muffled thud... Yotsumiya Hei's head was smashed open.

"Ah!!!" Screams erupted from the crowd, and chaos ensued instantly. "He's dead! The chairman is dead!"

Fuheishen shook the blood off his hands, calmly drew the Soul-Devouring Blade from his body, and walked towards them step by step.

"You really should be more tolerant and kind to others...but unfortunately..."

He swung his sword three times...

*Pfft...pfft...pfft*

Three muffled thuds followed, and the three screaming men were split in two, spurting out large amounts of blood.

Some people wanted to beg for forgiveness and admit their mistakes, but it was to no avail.