Conan, I'm Entrusting My Performance to You!

"Oh, by the way, Guchuan, someone else found out my identity."

"Mhm."

"Why are you so calm?"

"Isn't that to be expected?"

Guchuan's words stung Conan a little, but then his mood brightened. As expected of my good brother, he knows me so well.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. I have something very important to do." Guchuan hung up the phone and fully focused on Little Ai.

He had given Little Ai too much leeway by calling her earlier; it was time to get his revenge.

Even after returning home, Little Ai still hadn't recovered.

And so, Little Ai ate the first meal Guchuan ever cooked.

She hadn't thrown up at all after being bumped around at the amusement park for half a day, but after tasting Guchuan's food, she did.

Guchuan felt a bit awkward. Was it really that bad? Little Ai, you're exaggerating a bit.

"I originally thought 'so bad it makes you throw up' was an exaggeration, but it turns out it's a realistic metaphor," Little Ai said, rinsing her mouth in the bathroom.

Guchuan sheepishly took a bite. It really wasn't that bad.

"I think it's fine," Guchuan defended himself.

"Heh heh."

Guchuan's face darkened. Your mockery has deprived the world of a great God of Cookery.

However, he absolutely had to cook a meal for Gin someday. Guchuan had always been Gin's little fanboy, and cooking for his idol had always been his dream.

Having been tormented by Guchuan all day, Little Ai went to bed early.

Guchuan began to apply makeup for disguise, change clothes, and then sneak out to mess around.

"Bang!"

Guchuan slammed a newspaper onto the table, pointing to the news of the diplomat's murder.

"The mission is complete, so when will I get my codename?" Guchuan asked.

Gin glanced at him.

"You were at the amusement park when he was killed."

"So what? Does that prove I didn't kill him?" Guchuan said, looking indignant.

"I used a very sophisticated method to subtly guide the diplomat's wife to want to kill him, and then, through gradual influence, I told her how to commit the murder, ultimately successfully killing him. And my going to the amusement park at the time was purely a display of confidence," Guchuan said shamelessly, portraying himself as a master criminal.

Fortunately, Gin didn't believe him at all.

"You've never had any contact with that diplomat's wife," Gin said coldly.

"That just proves my ability even more!" Guchuan grinned smugly, a villainous smile spreading across his face.

"No one knows I had contact with the diplomat's wife, so as long as she doesn't say anything, no one will suspect me."

Gin fell silent.

Although Guchuan spoke eloquently, and the diplomat's murder was a clear result, Gin still didn't believe that Guchuan, a guy whose brain was filled with water, would kill someone with such a high-IQ method.

"Gin, if you dare to deny my contribution, I'll go complain to the boss," Guchuan threatened.

"Hmph, The Organization will remember your contribution," Gin scoffed.

Just let it be Guchuan who killed him. With the result right there, Gin couldn't really say anything.

"Big Brother, let me cook you a meal," Guchuan suddenly said with a beaming smile.

"Huh?" x2

Vodka and Gin were both confused.

Vodka: Oh no, this kid isn't trying to apologize to Big Brother Gin and steal my position as his top subordinate, is he?

"Alright," Gin said, a slight curve to his lips.

He also thought Guchuan was showing submission. No man disliked the feeling of conquering a wild horse.

Guchuan began to heat the wok and oil, with the bartender assisting him. Soon, a plate of stir-fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs was ready. It looked like a simple home-cooked meal; it couldn't possibly be that bad.

Under Guchuan's expectant gaze, Gin, being considerate, was the first to pick up his chopsticks.

"Hm!?"

Gin frowned and pulled out his gun, aiming it at Guchuan.

At this moment, he was furious. He had thought this little wild horse was going to submit, but it turned out this kid was trying to trick him!

But then, seeing Guchuan calmly eating the food, Gin felt bewildered again.

"What are you doing?" Guchuan's eyes held three parts bewilderment, three parts confusion, and four parts utter perplexity.

"Keep eating. Finish it," Gin said.

"Oh." Guchuan nodded.

Guchuan had only just realized his sense of taste was a bit odd. Food that tasted perfectly normal to him was apparently awful to others.

Gin watched Guchuan finish eating, then coldly glanced at him.

"The gun is yours."

"Thank you, boss!" Guchuan happily took the handgun from Gin.

This was the first time he'd gotten a gun from Gin without stealing it, and he was truly touched. If he used this gun on Gin, Gin would surely be very pleased.

This scene made Vodka gnash his back teeth.

Damn brat, always sucking up to big brother.

Gin opened a nearby bottle of liquor and poured it down, chugging.

"This is your next target, a doctor," Gin said, pulling out another photo.

"No problem, I can handle it quickly," Guchuan said confidently.

Gin looked at Guchuan with suspicion. He'd thought Guchuan was just lucky when the diplomat was killed last time. He didn't believe Guchuan could be that lucky every time.

"One person is too few, give me a few more tasks," Guchuan said boldly.

"Alright."

Gin appreciated Guchuan's attitude. There weren't many people in The Organization with Guchuan's drive and ambition. While there had been some friction with Guchuan before, all those issues had now disappeared.

Looking at Guchuan, Gin almost saw his younger self.

Vodka felt a great sense of impending doom. Oh no, it seems big brother really is looking at this brat, Guchuan, in a new light.

After Guchuan left, Vodka immediately tried to badmouth him again. But unlike before, Gin now gave Vodka an icy glare.

"Though Guchuan's temper is a bit odd, he genuinely commits to his tasks."

Vodka: ...

As soon as Guchuan left, he called Conan. Good brother, it's your time to shine again.

"Conan, I've investigated a doctor who has some connection to The Organization. He might have been treating members of The Organization all along. However, it seems The Organization wants to eliminate him."

"And that other person, he's also connected to The Organization, and The Organization wants to eliminate him too."

"And..."

Guchuan rattled off a long list of names to Conan. Conan took them down one by one in his small notebook, marveling at Guchuan's ability. He had put in so much effort without any clues, yet Guchuan could instantly find so many connected individuals.

This time, he was sure he could expose more of The Organization's pawns, and perhaps even uproot it entirely.

Guchuan cheerfully hung up the phone. He was afraid if he didn't hang up, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from laughing out loud.

Actually, he wasn't entirely lying to Conan.

They really were connected to The Organization, and The Organization really did want to eliminate them. Not a single word of it was false.