Conan—or rather, how Kudo Shinichi would die—was not Fang Zheng's concern. He simply cuffed Phantom Thief Kid, dragged him out of the detective agency, and shoved him into the car.
"Wait, wait, sir!"
Who was he calling sir?
"Big bro!"
"Yeah? What is it?"
Only then did Fang Zheng glance at Phantom Thief Kid beside him. The latter gave an awkward laugh and quickly pressed his palms together in surrender.
"Um, I really am not Phantom Thief Kid..."
"Oh."
"Really, I'm not! I only disguised myself as Kudo Shinichi. In fact, I'm just an ordinary high school student."
As he said this, Kid flashed a smug smile at Fang Zheng.
"Or do you have proof that I'm Kid?"
"No."
Fang Zheng remained perfectly calm. In fact, he truly had no evidence. No one had ever known what Phantom Thief Kid actually looked like, so unless they caught him red-handed at the scene of a crime, catching him was fundamentally impossible. That was why the police had pursued Phantom Thief Kid for so long without getting anywhere.
However...
"What does that have to do with me arresting you?"
"..."
Kid stared at Fang Zheng, dumbfounded.
"Big bro, aren't you with the police? You need evidence!"
"I'm a special advisor to the Metropolitan Police Department, but I'm not a police officer."
Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes at Kid and chuckled.
"Think about it. If I knocked you out, cuffed you, dumped you at the Metropolitan Police Department's front gate, and stuck a note on you saying, 'He is Phantom Thief Kid,' what do you think would happen to you?"
"..."
The moment he heard that, cold sweat streamed down Phantom Thief Kid's face.
He was not afraid that the Metropolitan Police Department would actually arrest him just because of a note. As