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

“I’m here to take him home.” Fuheshel opened the car door.

Terai Huangnosuke's pupils shrank...

All that could be seen was Kaito Kuroba wearing only boxer shorts, his clothes nowhere to be seen, and an overcoat that was clearly not suitable for the young master's size.

"Achoo...Grandpa Terai." Kaito Kuroba got out of the car with a grin, his leg trembling from his injury. It seemed the movement was a bit too much, causing his cut to reopen and bleed.

"You...you guys!" Terai Kinosuke took a step back in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that the young master had lied to him about stealing the Dark Star.

No wonder his friend said he didn't see Kaito Kid appear.

So she was on a date with Mr. Fushiguro...

He had actually heard the rumors at school before, but as someone close to the young master, he certainly didn't believe them.

But after seeing this scene, he believed it.

"What's wrong, Grandpa Terai?" Kaito Kuroba took his soaking wet white tuxedo out of the trunk and looked at the listless and somewhat dazed Terai Kinosuke with a puzzled expression.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Terai Kinosuke suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and looked at Fushiguro Jinji. "Thank you very much for taking care of Kaito tonight..."

Fuheishen'er's eyes remained indifferent; he did not accept the gratitude, because it meant the other party did not need to pay. "Where's the money?"

Before he arrived, Kaito Kuroba had promised to pay him a fee...

"Oh, right, I almost forgot." Kaito Kuroba slapped his forehead. "Grandpa Yotsui, give Jin-ge one million yen..."

If it were before, he wouldn't have known Fuheshel's style, and given their relationship, he would have found it strange.

But now, after going through so much, and having become sworn brothers, Kaito Kuroba understands this very well...

She's just a stubborn, arrogant person who uses a transaction as a pretext to help herself...

But he didn't say anything.

Terai Kinosuke sighed, shook his head, and turned to go inside to get the money.

Young master, young master, you still don't understand?

He doesn't care about you at all; this is just a purely transactional relationship.

He had also investigated Shen'er.

However, the investigation yielded many results: some said he was a bartender, some a detective, and some even a gigolo...

The identities are constantly emerging.

But now it seems like being a gigolo would be a better fit...

He took out his liniment for bruises and some money from inside the house.

After Fushiguro Jinji left, Terai Kinosuke looked at Kaito with some heartache, "Young master, this is a liniment for bruises and sprains. It's very effective for treating wounds in that area."

"Oh?" Kaito Kuroba's eyes lit up as he took the liniment. "Grandpa Terai is so thoughtful."

Knowing that it was not easy for him to steal the Dark Star and that he was prone to scrapes and abrasions while flying on the ship, they specially prepared liniment for him.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Terai." Kaito Kuroba saw the worry and sadness in the other's eyes, and thinking of Conan, the culprit behind all this, he said fiercely, "I was just a little careless this time. I will definitely retaliate next time."

After saying that, Kaito Kuroba limped in, leaning against the wall.

Terai Huang Zhisuke:?

With Mr. Fushiguro's already impressive physique, how could you possibly be thinking about a next time? And even about retaliating? ???

........

The sun slowly sets...

After finishing dinner, Fuheshel put on his clothes to go out.

"Are there any more requests?" Xiaolan asked, clearing away the dishes.

She heard from her brother Shen'er a few days ago that he wanted to eat takoyaki, so she came over and made it for him right after class.

After cleaning up the dishes, I went back to the office to cook for my dad and Conan.

"Mmm." Fuheishen nodded, instinctively tugging at the scar at the corner of his mouth. "Takoyaki is delicious..."

"That's good." Xiaolan said with a smile, "I learned some new dishes a few days ago, and I'll make them for Brother Shen'er to try later."

"We'll see when the time comes." Fuheshen took the car keys and opened the door. "Just close the door when you leave."

"Okay." Xiaolan nodded obediently and said in a very soft voice, "Be careful..."

"A very simple task..."

Fuheshel left the villa and headed towards the garage...

Sitting in the Mercedes-Benz G-Class, Fushiguro Jinji used Koizumi Akako's transformation device... to transform into Gojo Satoru.

He dialed Gin's number. "Where are you?"

“Home…” Gin’s voice was cold as he sat on the sofa, drinking gin.

"Not doing the mission anymore?" Fuheshen'er's voice turned low.

A few days ago, Vodka messaged him saying that he had found those debt collection companies from before.

Intelligence and lists are all available.

But now, Gin is home?

“No, I’m waiting for Vodka to pick me up,” Gin replied coldly. “He just hasn’t arrived yet.”

"Send me your address, I'll come pick you up," Fuheshen'er said calmly.

Gin remained silent for a moment. Generally, secret agents are very wary of revealing their addresses to others.

But Cointreau is different; it's trustworthy.

However, considering the other person's personality, they probably won't ask him for gas money after they arrive, right?

"No need, I'll come find you." Gin got up, put on his coat and black top hat. "I'll go straight to the base then."

Fuheshen didn't say anything and sent the address.

Ten minutes later.

Fuheshel chose a park and parked the car.

A taxi stopped, and Gin opened the door and got out with a cold expression.

"Sir...you haven't paid yet." The driver forced a smile.

"Huh?!" Gin glared coldly at the other party.

The driver's pupils contracted slightly... Masaka, that look, that murderous intent, and the aura of death... this way of not paying.

Because it was nighttime, the driver didn't notice... that there was a head of silver hair under the black top hat.

It's the father of that elementary school student from before!

"It's alright, it's alright." The driver, on the verge of tears, stepped on the gas and drove away.

Fukushiro turned his head to look at Gin... his lips twitched.

It seems Gin really enjoys indiscriminately unleashing his killing intent.

Beep beep...

Fuheshener sounded his flute twice.

Gin spotted the familiar Mercedes-Benz G-Class and strode over to it.

Then, he pulled out his Beretta 92F and pointed it at Fuhesh, his voice chillingly cold, "Who are you?"

The person in the driver's seat was not Fuhesh, but a white-haired man with eyes that... were as deep as a world, completely unlike those of an ordinary person.

There's only one possibility... a magician.

Gin's pupils contracted sharply. Could it be... that Cointreau has already been killed?

Is the other side trying to follow the clues and wipe out the organization?

Gin's dark green pupils revealed an icy killing intent, even though his opponent was a mage, and there were no core members of the organization or large-scale weapons of mass destruction nearby...

He showed no inclination to retreat, his mind racing as he considered how to leave a message for Vodka or other core members of the organization.

At the same time, the index finger is slightly bent... in preparation for pulling the trigger.

"It's me." Fuhe Shen'er silently recited the somewhat speechless incantation in his mind again, and transformed back into his original form.

Gin's hand twitched, he put the gun away, opened the back seat, sat down, and said coldly, "Tell me in advance next time you're going to disguise yourself."

"Are you angry?" Fuheishen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Tell me, what were you imagining just now?"

He was somewhat curious, because he had just genuinely sensed Gin's... immense killing intent, or rather, a certain determination.