The three bombers who had been loudly plotting heard the unexpected reply, and a terrible premonition suddenly rose in their hearts.
The next moment, the shrubbery rustled. Someone stepped through the branches and approached from the other side, their shadow falling over the men.
The three looked up in terror and saw a face they had long dreamed of seeing. But according to their plan, this detective's face should have appeared amid the flames of an explosion, in the morgue at the Police Station, or in a black-and-white newspaper photograph... not backlit as it was now, gripping a Collapsible Baton, his features shrouded in a shadow more villainous than any villain.
Bomber: "..."
Bomber: "!!!"
Though the Killing Intent of these three was of rather poor quality, Jiang Xia still diligently walked over with his Collapsible Baton in hand. Meeting was fate; failing to knock it out of them would be disrespectful to their Killing Intent.
Unfortunately, he had barely landed two blows before two troublesome colleagues beside him pulled him back.
If it had only been Conan, it would have been fine. The elementary school student was weak enough that Jiang Xia could have ignored him as a leg-hugging accessory and kept swinging as he pleased.
Unfortunately, Amuro Tooru was here this time as well. Someone who could punch through a car front window clearly could not be treated as an accessory.
Jiang Xia glanced back at Amuro Tooru, then at the hand gripping his arm. Regretfully, he realized that a composed detective probably should not start arguing with his boss in public just to knock out some Killing Intent. That would be far too inconsistent with the behavior expected of a mature Detective.
He had no choice but to abandon the thought.
Beside them, Conan secretly watched