Glass shattered and flew everywhere. Liquor splashed over Gin's head, while blood streamed down from the gash in his scalp.
Among the flying shards, Vodka was rather unlucky—a piece of broken glass lodged in his face. Fortunately, it had not struck anything vital.
"This is just a lesson for you."
After saying that coldly, Vermouth turned and walked back.
Heiji Hattori and Conan, who had been watching the whole time, were both stunned. What was going on? Gin had actually been smashed over the head by a woman.
"Big Brother."
With a vicious expression, Vodka angrily pulled his pistol from his jacket and glared at Gin, his eyes asking for instructions.
The bar patrons who had been watching for entertainment revealed looks of terror when they saw Vodka's gun.
Then they all hurriedly ran outside.
"Conan, what should we do? Should we take this chance to get out?" Heiji Hattori asked Conan.
Conan considered it for a moment, then nodded and headed outside.
If they did not leave now, it would draw too much suspicion. Conan glanced in Hyuga Shin's direction before leaving with Heiji Hattori.
"Idiot!"
Gin glared at Vodka with icy eyes and roared furiously.
Who had told him to take out his gun at a time like this? Couldn't he see the panic it had caused? This safehouse was probably finished.
"Big Brother, I just... Vermouth went too far," Vodka said angrily.
She had smashed a liquor bottle directly over Gin's head. How could he possibly do nothing? Besides, his big brother was acting differently from usual.
In the past, no matter the consequences, Gin would have drawn his gun and killed Vermouth in a situation like this.
But why was it different now? Vodka did not dare ask.
What Vodka did not know was that it