That huge pile of gold at the Twilight Villa was all genuine. Forget converting it to dollars—if it were converted to yen, it probably really would amount to hundreds of millions...
But that place could not be touched for the time being. After all, it had once been Karasuma Renya's residence. It would be bad if making a big move there drew attention.
Before securing his own footing, Fujino would not touch that gold. It was not only because of Karasuma Renya; there were far more factors to consider.
As the old Chinese saying went, "While others stockpile grain, I stockpile guns; everyone else becomes my granary." It made perfect sense. Forget turbulent times—showing off wealth even in peaceful times was practically asking to die.
Kuroba Kaito had no idea why Fujino would have such thoughts afterward.
Was this guy really that rich?
He had never investigated closely, but hundreds of millions in family assets? Who did Fujino think he was, some young master from a family with a thousand-year inheritance?
Kuroba Kaito was speechless. Then, as if he had suddenly realized something, he said, "Holy crap, what did you mean by that just now? If I inherit the family fortune, doesn't that make you my dad?!"
Fujino said, "Yep, my dear son."
Kuroba Kaito said, "%@%(+'')!"
His generation had just been downgraded!
Conan twisted the knife from the side. "And you call yourself Kaito Kid? You only realized it now!"
Kuroba Kaito's eyelid twitched as he forcibly held back his complaints about this shrunken brat detective.
They were both in the same boat. Who was looking down on whom?
"The diamond was actually made of glass? Didn't we risk our lives for nothing?"
"If it's fake, then my eel rice..."
"Huh? So it was fake after all."
"Glass really