Jiang Xia replied politely, "We've only met a few times."
"How cold. What do you mean, 'met a few times'? We've been through life-and-death situations together."
At some point, someone had wandered over from nearby—"Kudo Shinichi," who went wherever the excitement was. Instead of buying snacks with Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, he joined their conversation.
Kid casually patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder as though they were close buddies, then looked down at Conan. "I even helped him out last night. He fell asleep in a bar and nearly got dragged away by a pretty auntie. Big cities can be dangerous places. If he'd really been taken away, who knows what might have happened? By that logic, I saved his life."
Conan: "...Saved whose life?" Jiang Xia had indeed been drinking last night, but when he solved the case, he had been obviously clear-headed. At that level of drunkenness, he would have woken at the slightest touch. Even if someone really dragged him away, they would be the one getting beaten up.
...Wait, now that he thought about it, had Jiang Xia slipped off to the bar alone last night not just to drink, but to fish for trouble? Had he been unable to knock anyone out during the past few days of their trip, gotten itchy hands, and wanted someone to deliver themselves right to his door for a little fun?
Conan: "..." Jiang Xia was way too unfriendly toward criminals. Maybe that was the clash between justice and evil...
Haibara Ai had not expected there to be such an incident last night either. Speechlessly, she raised a hand to press at her temple. "..." No matter where Jiang Xia went, he attracted the same kind of people. The strange clients in Tokyo were one thing, but why