Ran Was Terrified

"I've had all sorts of identities. I've even been a Marine and a Grim Reaper! Are you sure you don't want me to tell your fortune?"

"No need." Conan waved his hands repeatedly.

"You brat, you actually said I'm about to die." Boss Manaka walked over unhappily.

Matsuba had not lowered his voice earlier, so every word had reached Boss Manaka's ears. Anyone would be angry at being told they were about to die.

"Hm!" Boss Manaka's gaze suddenly landed on Ran, and his expression immediately changed.

There was no need to mention how beautiful Ran was. The moment Boss Manaka saw her, his heart stirred.

"Miss, would you be willing to have lunch with me? We could also discuss the joys of life." Boss Manaka smiled as he invited Ran.

"That bastard, that disgusting fat pig." Conan glared at Boss Manaka's lecherous old face, so furious he nearly ground his teeth to pieces.

"I'm not interested." Ran looked at him with disgust.

"Hmph! You don't know what's good for you." Boss Manaka snorted coldly, a glint flashing in his eyes as though he were plotting something.

Bang!

Boss Manaka's body flew five or six meters before crashing into the wall. He shattered the painting hanging there, sending it tumbling to the floor, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You're dead today. Even Jesus can't save you—I said so." Matsuba withdrew his foot and spoke indifferently.

Curator Ochiai looked at Manaka's miserable state. Though he was delighted inside, the instant he saw the damaged artwork, that joy vanished without a trace, replaced by heartache.

"You dare hit me? I'll make you regret this!" Boss Manaka shouted as he climbed back to his feet.

Although Manaka had been sent flying dramatically and had coughed up an even more dramatic amount