This Big Brother Is a Good Person — Please Vote

This Big Brother Is a Good Person — Please Vote

"?" The little girl smacked her lips.

Her mouth was full of the taste of dirt and blood.

Something felt wrong. She opened her eyes in confusion.

Jiang Xia stood up and flicked her forehead. "Don't take advantage of people just because you're young."

The little girl froze, then flushed red as she retorted, "I-I just wanted to thank you!... That's how they do it on TV!"

Jiang Xia remained unmoved. "Nonsense. You were clearly lusting after my face."

Though guilty, the girl raised her voice. "I was not!"

Ignoring her argument, Jiang Xia took a drag from his extinguished cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of nonexistent smoke.

"Don't go around kissing people. Today, I'm being lenient. If you ran into someone more vindictive, they'd definitely send you to the station on a molestation charge."

The little girl: "!"

She had not learned any law yet, and nobody had taught her that children could break the law whenever they wanted.

Frightened by Jiang Xia's stern expression, she recalled the big-shot criminals in prison dramas. She was scared stiff and stared at her fingers without daring to speak.

After a while, she apologized quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Jiang Xia nodded, his tone forgiving. "Mm. Be careful next time."

The little girl's heart finally settled back into her chest.

A simple, radiant smile spread across her face, as if saying, You really won't arrest me? You really are a good person!

Conan, who had silently watched the entire exchange from the side: "..."

Although...

But...

Sigh... forget it.

He sat down, clutching at the throbbing vein in his temple.

Just now, when he saw the little girl launch a "surprise attack" on Jiang Xia and Jiang Xia suddenly swing the ball bat, Conan had nearly jumped up.

He had been afraid Jiang Xia had gotten addicted to beating people up and might lose control, give the little girl a whack too, and send the hostage off for good.

Fortunately, Jiang Xia had not hit her.

He had merely devastated the child psychologically.

Jiang Xia tossed aside the ball bat and carefully put away the remaining Ghost Mint.

Then he looked around the chaotic warehouse and took out his phone.

Jiang Xia had Mouri Kogoro's phone number, and he also remembered Mouri Ran's.

Mouri Ran had once written the numbers on a slip of paper and forcibly handed it to him, saying they lived close by and should help each other out. He could call them if anything happened, or call just to chat if nothing did.

Although Jiang Xia had never once called the Mouri household, he really had remembered the numbers.

It could not be helped. His memory was simply too good...

However, at the moment, Jiang Xia should not know that Conan was connected to Mouri Kogoro.

Though scaring Student Kudo sounded fun too, Jiang Xia did not want to overplay his hand.

After all, he really did have quite a few ties to the Black Organization.

And Conan had always been very good at telling Red from Black.

At this particular stage, when Conan thought everyone he saw looked like Gin's accomplice, it was better to be cautious.

So Jiang Xia turned to the two children and asked for their parents' phone numbers.

Eager to redeem herself, the little girl quickly recited a string of digits, then lifted her chin and waited shyly for praise.

Jiang Xia praised her.

Then, while imaginary pink bubbles floated around the little girl, he called her father and briefly explained the situation in the warehouse.

Of course, he did not forget to make some appropriate artistic adjustments to the part about beating up the kidnappers.

The parents and Mouri Kogoro were not far from the school and arrived soon after.

The police arrived at the same time—the moment the Delinquents entered the school, the gatekeeper had secretly called the police, conveniently saving them the trouble.

Before the police, Jiang Xia hid his cigarette butts and put on the appearance of a model student, insisting that he had heard cries for help while passing by the school and had therefore brought people in to rescue them.

Once they heard that the group had come to save someone, the police indeed did not pursue the matter of illegally entering the school.

They even praised them and hoped they would continue carrying forward the fine tradition of helping others. They only told them not to beat criminals quite so badly in the future; knocking them down would be enough.

When Mouri Ran saw Jiang Xia, she happily walked over to greet him.

Although a group of Delinquents with brightly colored hair stood beside Jiang Xia, making Mouri Ran a little nervous like any law-abiding good student would be.

But when she heard that the Delinquents had come to help rescue someone, Mouri Ran felt a little guilty and quietly thought that she should not have judged them by appearance before.

Mouri Ran did not stay at the school long. She soon took Conan to a nearby clinic—Conan had been struck in the head by a kidnapper's ball bat and was covered in blood, a truly terrifying sight.

Jiang Xia watched them leave and felt there was probably nothing to worry about.

Kudo Shinichi's Combat Power was negligible, but he was exceptionally tough. The reason was unknown...

Inside the school's Abandoned Warehouse.

After the little girl's father excitedly hugged his recovered daughter for a while, he walked over and solemnly thanked Jiang Xia.

Then he handed him a check.

Mouri Kogoro stood nearby, looking longingly at the Commission Fee that had originally been his. He felt a little heartsick.

But he was too embarrassed to compete with a junior for it. Fortunately, the Rich Man had already paid him a substantial deposit...

Jiang Xia looked at the check and still did not refuse it. He accepted it and put it away, intending to cash it once the bank opened and split it among his underlings.

Though the Delinquents had failed to go cruising as planned, they had helped rescue a kidnapped little girl and were extremely satisfied with today's adventure.

With so many police officers present, they could not bring up late-night street racing again.

So they followed their boss's lead and tried their best to act like good students, leaving as though they were simply heading home after school.

Jiang Xia also planned to go home.

But just as he swung onto his Motorcycle, he noticed something was wrong with it.

Jiang Xia stopped, pushed the Motorcycle forward a little, and discovered that the rear tire had somehow developed a bulge.

Jiang Xia: "..."

He glanced back at the fresh tire tracks in the warehouse and realized that he had probably damaged the tire when he crashed through the window earlier. He let out a quiet sigh.

...Being an agent of justice really did come at a cost.

Fortunately, his underlings had already gone far away.

Nobody saw the hardships behind the hero.

A bulging tire was highly likely to suffer a Flat Tire, so he could not keep riding it.

But fortunately, Jiang Xia's Motorcycle broke down every other day. He was already very experienced and remained perfectly calm about it.

Jiang Xia pushed the Motorcycle out of the school and headed toward a repair shop with a zen-like calm.