Guchuan: I Want to Improve So Badly

Ventriloquism Master!?

Little Ai wore an indescribable expression. She did not think she was an idiot.

But looking at the crowd around her, all of whom seemed accustomed to this, she did not know whether something was wrong with her or with them.

Under "Kogoro Mouri's" deductions, the culprit was quickly identified.

Nakajima's suitcase was opened, and Takeshita crouched on the ground in terror, covering his head.

"So, Mr. Takeshita is the bomber, right?"

"This suitcase should be the one Mr. Nakajima was supposed to hand over to that man in black."

The culprit was angrily arrested, and only then did things truly begin.

"Then, Mr. Nakajima, who was lucky enough not to be killed, what exactly was the identity of the man in black you were dealing with?" Conan asked.

"Now that you've ruined the deal, that group definitely won't let you off. The best choice is to tell the police everything and seek their protection."

Nakajima gritted his teeth.

"I really don't know who those people are, but we always conducted our transactions at the same place."

Little Ai already sensed that something was wrong.

The person trading with this man named Nakajima was very likely from the organization.

Little Ai looked up at Guchuan and, for once, took the initiative to ask to be held.

"I'm tired. Can we go home?"

"We have to wait for the police to let us go." Guchuan picked Little Ai up.

"Guchuan!"

Conan shouted at Guchuan and rushed out of the company. Guchuan placed Little Ai in Ran's arms and followed him.

"Don't go!" Little Ai shouted after Guchuan, then furiously cursed Conan.

That damned detective! Why did he have to drag Guchuan into this?

The moment Conan stepped out of the company, Guchuan treated him to a chop to the neck.

I'm not interested in playing games with you. Just stay put.

After tossing Conan into a dumpster, Guchuan called Gin.

"Gin, I have some tragic news for you. Tequila is dead."

"I know." Gin's voice carried a rare note of anger.

An elite organization member with a codename had died so inexplicably. It was simply disgraceful.

"Gin, although Tequila is dead, I got the money back. And since a codename member just died, do you think I could get promoted?" Guchuan wanted to improve so badly.

Gin was stunned for a moment.

This damned brat had never completed a single independent mission. What gave him the right to receive a codename? Did he think the organization was somewhere one could rise through connections?

"If you have sufficient ability, I'll apply to the boss for a codename for you. Bring the goods over now."

"Received."

Arriving at the place where Gin often hung out, Guchuan casually sat beside Vodka and ordered a glass of juice.

With an arm around Vodka's shoulder, Guchuan pulled money from his clothing pockets. Soon, the table before them was piled with banknotes.

Vodka's eyelid twitched. Just how many pockets did this guy have?

"It was only a simple transaction mission, yet Tequila, a codename member, somehow got himself killed? Good thing an elite employee like me was here to bring the money back."

Guchuan looked smug, with his legs nearly propped up in Vodka's face.

"So, Gin, when am I getting promoted?"

Guchuan's was the only voice in the entire bar. Gin silently smoked, but the heavy pressure in the air made it clear that he was in a terrible mood.

"The organization has no need for disobedient codename members." Gin stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out a baseball bat.

"What do you mean?" Guchuan stood up.

"I just rendered a service to the organization!"

He had just saved so much money for the organization. What right did Gin have to hit him?

But Gin did not need a reason to kill people, much less beat someone up.

Vodka wore a delighted smile beside them. That brat had been so arrogant, even daring to haggle with his big brother when accepting missions.

"What the organization needs is those documents, idiot." Gin looked at Guchuan the same way he looked at Vodka, which made Guchuan very unhappy.

"I still have pockets. I just haven't taken everything out yet."

Guchuan took off his black trench coat, and several stacks of documents slipped out.

Gin glanced at Guchuan. If he had not mentioned it, would this troublemaker have withheld the documents the organization needed?

"Since you preserved the documents this time, having your legs broken will be reduced to merely teaching you a lesson."

Gin was not an unreasonable man.

"Vodka, go!"

"Huh? Me?" Vodka felt terrible.

He had seen Gin fight Guchuan before. Vodka figured that if he went in, he would be the one getting beaten up.

But Vodka soon realized that he had misunderstood Gin's meaning.

Gin meant that the two of them would attack together.

Bang!

Crash!

No one knew how many bottles were smashed, and even several sofas and chairs were destroyed.

With Gin shamelessly disregarding his status to gang up on him, several patches of Guchuan's body swelled red, and his face was covered in scrapes.

Gin was all right, but Vodka had turned into a pigheaded mess. Even moving his face hurt.

"Gin, you went too far! I'm going to report you to the boss!" Guchuan clutched his wounds and sucked in a breath.

With his Combat Mastery, he was not afraid of Gin one-on-one, but Gin had no martial honor and ganged up on him.

"Heh."

Gin lit up a post-fight cigarette, but could not find his lighter.

When he turned toward Guchuan, he indeed saw him pulling a lighter from his pocket.

"Even while fighting, you didn't forget to swipe something from your opponent. You really haven't forgotten your original purpose."

"Just took it while I was at it." Guchuan tossed the lit lighter onto Vodka. Thanks to the earlier chaos, Vodka was covered in alcohol, making him highly flammable.

"Ah! Damn it, you bastard!"

Vodka hurriedly tore off his clothes, while the bartender quickly brought over a bucket of water and dumped it over him.

In the end, the bartender nearly committed murder and had to save Vodka with a fire extinguisher. Vodka did not suffer any burns, but when water touched the wounds from the beating, he kept sucking in cold breaths from the pain.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Guchuan innocently waved his hand.

Honestly, he really had not done it on purpose. It was an accident. All of it was an accident.

Gin looked at this troublemaker and this useless fool, his headache worsening.

"Get lost." Gin turned around, unwilling to look at Guchuan's damned face.

"Then what about my promotion?"

"Get lost!"

"Fine, I'm leaving. Why are you being so fierce?"

Guchuan straightened his clothes and walked out of the bar.

Once Guchuan had left, Vodka finally could not resist speaking ill of him in front of Gin.

"Big Brother, that brat Guchuan is completely a menace. Keeping him in the organization will only cause trouble!"

"Then go kill him." Gin gave him a cold glance.

"Uh..." Vodka smiled awkwardly.

Better forget it. It was still unclear who would kill whom.

"I mean, transfer him to the intelligence division. With his identity, gathering intelligence would be much easier."

As long as Guchuan remained in the operations division, Vodka would continue being bullied. Yet that guy had been born into the right family, so Vodka could not encourage his big brother to simply kill him.

So that bastard had better get as far away as possible.

Gin did not agree with Vodka.

"The organization has fewer and fewer talented people."