Young People Don't Play by the Rules

Fujino glanced at the unconscious Silver Fox but didn't pay her any more attention.

The power of that kick should put this guy to sleep for a while.

As for kicking someone to death...

Fujino felt that the villains in the Conan World shouldn't have such terrible physical constitutions.

If Silver Fox could be kicked to death by him, then Ran would probably have a dozen lives on her hands by now.

After all, isn't it terrifying to smash a telephone pole with one punch?

People in the Conan World cannot be understood using common sense.

Turning her gaze away, Fujino kicked away the pistol that Silver Fox had dropped earlier, and then turned her attention to the man who was holding Ayumi and another child hostage not far away.

He raised his Wooden Sword and, with the added benefits of the Zulijian Elderly Shoes, charged towards the man at incredible speed.

"Don't come any closer..."

Watching Fujino rapidly approach, the man retreated repeatedly.

He released the other child's hand and pinned both of his hands to Ayumi's body.

But before he could take a few steps back, Fujino's figure had already silently arrived.

He brandished the Wooden Sword he gripped tightly in his hand.

With a whooshing sound, the short hair that Ayumi's head hit the man's face.

"Duang!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The man saw nothing but darkness.

He then fell to the ground, hitting the back of his head, and lost consciousness.

The arm that was holding Ayumi lost its strength, and Ayumi fell onto him.

Bang...

Although Ayumi, being a little girl, wasn't very heavy, this blow still caused him some internal injuries.

Fujino's figure had already moved behind the man.

He glanced back at the man rolling his eyes and thought to himself: This brain is of pretty good quality.

Then, he turned his gaze to the old man less than two meters in front of him, who had lost an arm, was powerless, and had a white beard.

The old man, with his arm in a cast, was holding Mitsuhiko hostage, while his other, still-mobile hand was gripping Genta by the back of his collar.

Genta struggled desperately as his collar was grabbed, as if it were child's play.

Fujino: "..."

Mitsuhiko is understandable, but what the heck is Genta?

Once someone grabs your collar, you can't break free?

Is Yuan Tai a spy?

Taking a deep breath, Fujino suppressed the urge to complain, raised his Wooden Sword and pointed it at the old man with a missing arm, saying in a deep voice, "Old man, I'll give you two choices: release those two children, or I'll break your other arm before you release them."

The old man stared at the Wooden Sword that Fujino was gripping tightly and swallowed hard.

Judging from appearances, this young man's fighting ability should not be underestimated.

Not only that, but he also took down his female boss, Silver Fox, and another accomplice in less than ten seconds.

And then there was that overwhelming aura that suddenly rushed in through the window...

Are you sure this guy isn't an FBI agent?

"I surrender!"

Without hesitation, the old man released Mitsuhiko and Genta and raised his hands.

He's not stupid; the situation has already turned against him.

If they resist again, they'll probably get a beating just like those two.

"Hands behind your head!"

Fujino walked forward slowly with Wooden Sword in hand.

The old man, who had already surrendered, did not dare to hesitate and quickly raised his left hand, fearing that Fujino would also hit him.

Silver Fox and his accomplice were relatively young, so being kicked or hit with a stick was no big deal for them.

But he's old; if he gets kicked, he'll be seriously injured.

"Squat down and put your hands behind your head!"

Fujino shouted again.

Upon hearing this, the old man squatted down and glanced at his left hand, which he had already raised to cover his head.

Then he turned his head and glanced again at his right hand, which was in a cast and broken.

"..."

In the end, he could only look helplessly at Fujino.

It's not that he can't get it up, it's that he simply can't!

But Fujino wasn't buying it.

He gripped the Wooden Sword tightly in his hand and swept a whip kick at the old man squatting on the ground.

He meant to put his hands behind his head.

The old man isn't keeping his hands behind his head; he's clearly not behaving himself!

"Ah!"

The old man fell in the direction Fujino kicked.

It's broken!

His left hand, which was originally quite healthy, was also broken by the force of this whip kick!

The old man who was kicked away did not lose consciousness.

The stinging pain in his arm caused him to let out a series of groans.

His wails were mixed with curses at the young man Fujino for ambushing him, an old man.

Fujino ignored the old man's curses, raised his Wooden Sword, and smashed it down on the old man's head.

"Duang!"

This time the voice was somewhat muffled.

It's nowhere near as crisp as the head I just saw.

It's clearly not a good brain.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have disobeyed him and raised both hands.

Thinking of this, Fujino sighed softly: Indeed, one cannot generalize about the minds of different people.

"Fujino?!"

Just then, a sound came from behind.

Fujino turned his head and saw Conan, who had just entered and was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt.

Conan surveyed the chaotic scene of the crime.

Then, turning his gaze to the side, he saw Fujino standing in front of an old man who had collapsed unconscious on the ground, holding a Wooden Sword Fujino in his hand, and couldn't help but show a bewildered expression.

He glanced at the broken window beside him and a bold guess formed in his mind.

Could this guy have come in through that window?

But speaking of which, what is this guy doing here?

"Brother Fujino, thank you so much for saving Ayumi."

Ayumi, having recovered her senses, went up to Fujino and thanked him.

"It's alright... If you want to thank someone, thank Ai. It's all thanks to her for telling me about this. I happened to be nearby, otherwise I would have been in trouble today."

As he spoke, Fujino patted Ayumi's head.

Fujino certainly wouldn't show any displeasure to such a grateful little girl.

"Ai?"

Ayumi seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of doting care from her elders. "Brother Fujino, do you know Ai?"

"She's staying at my house right now."

"So that's how it is."

Ayumi nodded. "Yes, Brother Fujino, you're so kind!"

"Gentle...?"

Ai Haibara looked at the two of them, then paused, momentarily stunned.

Both Fujino and Akemi Fujino were indeed gentle people, with a strong spirit mixed within their gentleness.

Speaking of which, her older sister is also a gentle person, but her gentleness is too gentle, so much so that in the end...

Unlike her sister, who had a slightly gentle and good-natured temperament, the Fujino family members seemed to be more martial and virtuous.

There are two completely different kinds of gentleness: one is silently bearing everything to protect her, while the other is taking care of those who bully her...

Since her sister died, she has had nothing left to rely on in this world.

On the night she escaped the organization, she dreamed of her sister more than once...

But that was just a dream. When you wake up, you have to accept the harsh reality.

Fortunately, she was lucky... to have met the Fujino family.

She had seen her sister's shadow in Akemi Fujino more than once.

That gentle feeling allowed her to temporarily forget the cruelty of reality.

She knew it was all just a self-deceiving dream.

But she still hoped that this dream could last for a little while longer...