Arrogance Looks Good, Apologies Look Pathetic

"Go ahead and call out."

Fujino crossed his arms and silently watched the several spoiled brats in front of him, who had been beaten to a pulp and were now in a state of impotent rage.

Ordinary people might worry about their threat...

But him?

He's Humanoid Gundam who doesn't even flinch at Kyogoku Makoto, he's fearless!

A good mood makes you Great Detective, but what about a bad mood?

Sorry, I don't like beef!

Fujino is in a bad mood right now.

Suddenly, two little angels, one black and one white, appeared on my shoulder.

The ruthless bandit, Xiao Hei: [Tonight, I'll sneak into someone's house, rob the rich to help the poor, and while I'm at it, beat the whole family up and send them to jail.]

Beika Batman: [Break into their house during the day, rid the world of evil, and beat the entire family to a pulp, sending them to the ICU.]

Listening to the suggestion from the two little angels on his shoulders, Fujino began to ponder in his heart: [Whose house should I visit tonight, and while I'm at it, let's also perform a ritual to help their souls find peace?]

"Your grandfather is Emori Tetsunosuke?"

A cool, clear voice interrupted Fujino's thoughts.

He looked up and saw a young man in a black suit walking over, coldly looking at the few kids who had been knocked to the ground by the big fight.

"You... you know my grandfather?"

Akira Emori covered his already fat face, which had been slapped into a pig-like shape by Da Bidou.

But before he could finish speaking...

The young man grabbed him by the collar and gave him two more hard tugs of the fist.

"...?"

Feeling the burning pain on his face, the chubby boy was completely dumbfounded.

After regaining his senses, he burst into tears.

He scrambled and crawled away from the scene, dragging his body, which had become as fat as a pig's head.

On the carpet I passed by, there were still faint yellow water stains...

Seeing that the newcomers were hostile, the other kids also turned and ran, afraid of being attacked by two more big guys.

"My surname is Kujo, and my given name is Susumu."

Kujo Shin gracefully adjusted his gloves, politely extended his hand to Fujino, and introduced himself, "It's an honor to meet you for the first time."

"Fujino Doji is a detective."

Fujino reached out and shook hands with him, his eyes scanning the other person closely.

This Kujo Shin Susumu has a masculine yet feminine appearance, with his black hair slicked back, giving him a serious, old-fashioned, and high-status look.

His suit was made of exquisite materials, and his tie looked like a high-end custom-made item, suggesting he was a man of considerable wealth and status.

"Young man... it's rare to see someone like you who dares to lay a hand on an ill-mannered brat these days."

Kujo Shin, remembering that his young master was a detective, didn't find it too strange.

I was about to say hello, but then I remembered my father's instructions, and I suddenly stammered. I changed my form of address and changed the subject.

"Nothing."

Fujino noticed the fleeting expression on the other person's face. "They just said things they shouldn't have said, so they deserved to be hit."

Is that so?

Kujo Shin narrowed his eyes slightly. "Aren't you afraid of retaliation?"

"What am I afraid of?"

Fujino scoffed and retorted, "Mr. Kujo, you also made a move just now. Are you afraid?"

"Haha, well said..."

"Grandpa, it's them!"

Kujo Shin chuckled, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted—those spoiled brats who had been beaten black and blue by the big boss had come with their masters to demand justice.

"Alright, let's stop here for today..."

Kujo Shin's smile remained unchanged, but as he glanced back, his expression gradually turned cold. "It seems some people are not planning to give up easily."

Coming to his senses, his expression softened, and he said to Fujino, "Oh, right, kid, I forgot to mention, you don't actually need to worry about them. I'll have a good talk with their elders."

"Please feel free to do as you please."

Fujino watched the other person leave with a polite smile, a thought creeping into his mind.

He had a feeling that the other person seemed to know him...

However, considering that he was now a celebrity and the other party might be a fan of his detective work, he didn't take it to heart.

"Kujo Shin... I remember now!"

At that moment, Sonoko was standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise, "I never expected that the Kujo family would also be attending this banquet!"

"Is there anything special about Kujo?"

Ran was puzzled when she heard this, and asked Sonoko.

"The ordinary nine articles are nothing special, but this Kujo Shin very special!"

Sonoko thought for a moment, "I don't know much about Kujo Shin, since he rarely appears in public... I only heard my dad mention him, saying he's the secretary of the head of the Fujiwara family..."

"But now that he's spoken, those people definitely won't dare to cause trouble for you, Senior!"

Sonoko spoke, she cheerfully patted Fujino on the shoulder and laughed, "Fujino- Senior, you were really cool just now! I've been wanting to get rid of those brats for a long time!"

Fujino glanced at it and reminded her, "Sonoko, your dress."

"Oh!!"

Sonoko was taken aback when she heard this, and quickly put her hand down, hurriedly adjusting her backless dress.

"That's right, Brother Fujino is really handsome!"

While Sonoko was tidying up her dress, the little ones couldn't help but chime in, their eyes filled with longing as they looked at Fujino.

'Uh-huh.'

Conan stood to the side and nodded, silently agreeing in his heart.

Although somewhat reluctant, he chose to side with Fujino this time.

Although Fujino was quite aggressive this time.

But he felt pretty good about it.

"Actually, to be honest, I was a bit too hot-tempered."

Fujino chuckled softly, saying with a hint of helplessness, "After all, if it weren't for Mr. Kujo coming to my rescue, I would have been in a bit of trouble."

Well, while he wouldn't feel guilty about raiding the enemy's home, it would be troublesome if the enemy's family was too large...

"What does it matter!"

Sonoko crossed her arms and said indignantly, "How dare they talk about Senior! Even without Mr. Kujo, I would never have stood by and watched!"

Actually, she originally wanted to help Fujino, but now she represents Suzuki.

If I want to help, I should ask my parents first. Knowing their personalities, Sonoko think they'll definitely help with this small favor.

Thinking of this, Sonoko couldn't help but sigh: 'It's a bit of a shame that such a good opportunity to conquer the game was given to someone else.'

"Juvenile!"

Suddenly, a greeting came from the side.

Fujino turned around and saw Kujo Shin dragging several pig heads over.

Those standing there watching from behind must be the first ancestors of these second and third generation ancestors.

"We're sorry! We were wrong!"

The few arrogant spoiled brats who had just been acting tough bowed deeply to the group, their heads covered in pig's swollen fur, clearly unwilling.

"Clap clap clap!"

Kujo Shin gave several large tarts that the children loved to eat, and said sternly, "Not sincere enough."

"Waaaaah, I'm so sorry, we were wrong!"

This time, the children stopped being arrogant, and little pearls streamed down their faces as they bowed and apologized again.

"Tsk..."

Fujino looked at the pig heads and clicked his tongue.

Weren't you just floating around a moment ago?

Is it no longer floating?

Yes, you spoiled brats were indeed very arrogant just now.

But now, with his pig-like face and unwilling bowing in apology, he looks really pathetic.