Took Care of Vermouth!

"There's definitely a lot this guy is hiding. One day, I'll find out all of it." Conan clenched his fists.

Hyuga Matsuba went downstairs and found that the coffee shop had not closed yet. It even seemed like there were still people inside, so he opened the door and walked in.

To his surprise, a silver-haired woman was sitting in a chair, holding a newspaper.

Azusa Enomoto looked at Hyuga Matsuba with a particularly helpless expression.

Although this place sold alcohol as well, it was different from a bar. It normally closed at ten, but this customer refused to leave, so they could only stay open.

"Vermouth, it's been a while since we last met, hasn't it? Why did you change your color this time?" Hyuga Matsuba slowly sat down.

Vermouth rolled her eyes. Was this man some kind of Pacific Ocean cop? Why did he meddle in everything?

"So you two know each other?" Azusa Enomoto looked at Vermouth, then at Hyuga Matsuba.

"You came to my shop. Don't tell me you're here for coffee? I don't think the coffee here is worthy of you."

"I came to discuss something with you. Can we talk privately?" Vermouth glanced at Azusa Enomoto.

"Of course. I just don't know why you came looking for me." Hyuga Matsuba raised an eyebrow.

The two of them then left the coffee shop and returned to the car.

"Gin is injured now. Did you do this?" Vermouth frowned.

"I did have something to do with it, but why are you asking about this?"

"I have something I want you to help me handle." Vermouth smacked her lips.

"Of course I can help you. We're acquaintances, after all, but you still have to pay me." Hyuga Matsuba raised an eyebrow.

"We're already so close. Why do