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

Chapter 110 Gin seems to have lost all his abilities

night...

Fukushi drove the car to the entrance of Asai Narumi's clinic.

At this time, Akemi Miyano seems to be planning a robbery, Sherry is busy with her research, and Ran... is probably already asleep.

So, being a little hungry, he had no choice but to come to Chengshi.

He opened the car door, got out, and was just about to enter the clinic when he caught a glimpse of another car parked behind the clinic.

Fu Heishen's pupils contracted.

That's a Porsche 356A...

"How about you try these?"

"It is too sweet."

"The sweet ones are alright, bro. You can't be so picky about food. You know, before..."

"Shut up!"

Several voices came from inside the clinic... Fuheishen's pupils dilated slightly.

Gin, vodka... he came behind his back to find Narumi, who belonged to him, for a late-night snack?

Why aren't you calling him?

Fuheishener coldly pushed the door open violently.

"Who is it?!" Vodka, sensing Asai Narumi's questioning gaze directed towards the door, slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage. "Do you even know who's protecting this place?!"

However, after recognizing the tall figure, Vodka shut his mouth.

Gin glanced up and then... his brows furrowed slightly, and he adjusted his top hat to hide his expression from Fukushiro.

"Hey, Shen'er's here." Cheng Shi stood up with a happy expression.

“Hmm…” Fuheshen took off his black coat and handed it to Narumi. He walked to Vodka’s side and said in an icy voice, “I want to know… who’s protecting this place?”

"Uh..." Hearing the cold breath in his ear, Vodka's pores opened and cold sweat poured down his face. "Yes, it's Big Brother. Big Brother said he wanted to have a midnight snack, so we came over."

I don't know why... even though it was just a meal, it feels a bit strange that Jundu saw us like this.

Gin:?

What? What does this have to do with him? Can't we even have a simple meal together?

"Not saying a word, just pretending to be aloof?" Fu Heishen sat on the sofa, coldly looking at Gin. "You eat my food, drink my drinks, and then you don't even call me?"

At the same time... Vodka also gulped down his throat; he knew what Cointreau meant.

He was very unhappy that he and his older brother came to Chengshi for dinner without inviting him.

“…” Gin rubbed his forehead, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. “No… I just feel like you’re very busy.”

A few days ago, I noticed that Fuhesh'er's personal doctor's cooking was quite good, and with Vodka's constant encouragement, I would occasionally come over for a bite after finishing my missions...

Yes, it was just a simple meal, but the feeling of being discovered was strange, like... "Don't mess with Cointreau."

But as his boss, he would never admit to feeling that way.

Fuheishen leaned back, his expression icy.

Seemingly sensing that Vodka was a little angry or dissatisfied, he said in a wronged tone, "Don't be angry, Cointreau, I really forgot to call you... Besides, we're colleagues."

Seeing that Vodka was still ignoring him, he said, "At worst, I'll give you the money, don't be angry."

He heard that Shen Er seemed to really like money...

A glint appeared in Fuheishen's dark pupils. "Heh... I didn't say anything, did I?"

“Well…” Vodka’s expression brightened; it seemed Cointreau was easy to talk to after all.

"Just give me the money for a meal..." Fuheshener recited the cost of the meal he had with Sherry last time.

“You’re more expensive than my older brother!” Vodka exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Gin glanced at the desire in Fukushiro's eyes... and snorted coldly. He knew that the other party was using this to set a trap for them.

"I'll just treat you to a meal next time," Gin scoffed, then said coldly. "What, you're not really here for the money, are you?"

Cointreau's behavior must be stopped... otherwise, after experimenting with vodka, he'll start experimenting on himself.

Sometimes... he really had no reason to refuse Cointreau.

“Mind your own business…” Fuheishen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said, “You know I’m very busy…”

“Each other…” Gin sneered, also taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it…

At that moment, Narumi also came over with the heated food. When she noticed that the atmosphere was a bit quiet, she tilted her head in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Vodka said with a smile. "My brother and Cointreau were just having a little tiff, but they're fine now."

Gin:?

Cointreau:?

During the meal, Gin didn't stop working; he picked up his phone and called Rum.

Cheng Shi wisely left and went into a room.

"What did you say?!" Gin's eyes widened suddenly, his entire body radiating murderous intent...

"What, what's wrong?" Vodka was intimidated by Gin's imposing manner and took a few steps back.

Fukuro Jinji remained expressionless as he ate his food...

"Time is money, I don't like repeating that..." Rum's voice rang out, "This whole thing started because of you, you were too flamboyant."

“I told you… that matter was handled very well.” Gin gritted his teeth, his dark green pupils radiating murderous intent.

"Heh... handled it well?" Rum chuckled, but his voice remained completely calm. "You're being cute again, Gin. You handled it very well. Why are the higher-ups in Japan targeting the organization's base?"

“There are other rats within the organization…” Gin reached out and bit his slightly longer nails, exuding a murderous aura.

"Isn't it too late to say this now?" Rum sneered. "Heh, I'm not going to say any more to you. You're out of pay."

Click... The phone was hung up.

Gin's hands hung limply, his eyes unfocused as he leaned against the sofa back, seemingly having lost all his strength and ability.

Before he arrived, he had just finished the organization's tasks, not only achieving perfect attendance but also exceeding the quota by many tasks.

Now, with just one sentence, he'll lose his salary?

"What happened?" Fuheshel asked.

“There’s a rat in the organization…” Gin’s voice was cold. “Someone leaked that the organization was behind the Yotsubi Group incident… The Japanese high command, under the pretext of counter-terrorism, dispatched troops to take down one of the organization’s strongholds.”

“That stronghold belonged to Rum…” Gin continued, “and all of Rum’s men died inside.”

Fuhei frowned. Rum's men... he only remembered one named Curaçao.

"Who are they?" Vodka asked nervously.

“Golden Wheat and Martell…” Gin’s expression was somewhat grim. “Be careful with our actions lately; the current timeframe is a bit sensitive.”

“Heh…” Fuheishen’er chuckled menacingly, “It seems… not enough people have died yet.”

Gin's pupils contracted. "What do you want to do?"

“Yeah, Cointreau, you’re not planning to kill all those high-ranking Japanese officials, are you?” Vodka asked, bringing up a thought he never even dared to consider.

"Do you know what the best solution is in this situation?" Fuheshen leaned back on the sofa, his eyes chillingly cold.

"What is it?" Gin frowned slightly, adopting a serious listening posture.

"Kill them, or be killed by them... Running away won't solve anything." Fuheshner moved closer to Gin's face, their eyes meeting. "To the death, or it will be over..."

Gin's pupils contracted sharply. "No, the consequences of doing this will be severe."

“Yeah, Cointreau, let’s tone it down a bit,” Vodka said, sounding somewhat fearful.

"In the pursuit of ideals, one must tread upon countless corpses. Isn't that the natural order of things?" Fuheshen'er said calmly. "The ideals of the strong require the weak to pay the price, and desires require the weak to fulfill them. That's why so many people want to become stronger. If one retreats because of these difficulties, then no one will follow the strong, and it will also chill the hearts of others."