Heiji Hattori's expression froze instantly. Happy? Happy my ass.
"Hyuga Shin, if you dare set your sights on Kazuha, I'll kill you," Heiji Hattori roared furiously.
"Oh? Would you?" Shin asked blandly.
At most, Heiji Hattori was only trying to threaten him with those words. Could he really bring himself to kill someone? Did he dare?
"Damn it."
Heiji Hattori stared at Hyuga Shin's retreating back, able to do nothing but fume inwardly. Conan wanted to comfort him, but he had no idea how.
"Don't worry, Heiji. Sooner or later, we'll catch him slipping," Conan said to Heiji Hattori.
Although he knew Hyuga Shin was no good, they had no leverage against him. On the contrary, Hyuga Shin held leverage over him.
The fact that he was Shinichi Kudo was precisely the leverage Hyuga Shin had over him. If that were exposed, Hyuga Shin would not even need to act—the Black Organization would hunt him down and kill him.
Besides, Conan did not know whether Hyuga Shin had any connection to the Black Organization. He suspected that he probably did not.
After all, if there really were a connection, then with Hyuga Shin knowing his true identity, the Black Organization would never have let him go.
"Heiji, are you alright?" Conan asked.
Heiji Hattori looked extremely disheveled now. His clothes were covered in dust, and his face had turned somewhat pale.
"I'm fine." Heiji Hattori climbed to his feet, a flash of pain crossing his face.
It hurt. His entire back burned with pain, and it felt as though he had injured a bone. He nearly collapsed to the ground again.
"Hey, Heiji."
Conan hurriedly supported Heiji Hattori. "How about we go to the hospital? You look pretty seriously hurt."
As he spoke, Conan was about to make a call