The bomb beeped somewhere nearby.
Not far away, before Hashimoto Maya could send his email, he received one first.
[The hero is on the way to save you. Stay calm.]
Hashimoto Maya froze. In an instant, countless emotions surged through him, and he almost shouted, "Lord Uzo!" But after glancing at Irish beside him, he quietly swallowed the words.
Still, he could not help feeling moved. He had never expected that at such a life-or-death moment, it would be that terrifying demon... ahem, that formidable man who gave him a chance to survive. It was truly unexpected.
But then again...
"A hero? Is it Jiang Xia?" Hashimoto Maya leaned over to look outside the basket. "In such a troublesome situation, can Jiang Xia really save us... Huh? What is that thing?!"
On the path leading to Hot Air Balloon Park below, a tiny figure was speeding along on a Skateboard—yes, a very tiny figure.
The one who had come was not Jiang Xia, but that first-grade elementary school student!
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Lord Uzo! Are you really not considering anyone else? Will this "hero" actually save people, or will he kick me, his rival, while I'm down and get me killed on the Hot Air Balloon?!
Remembering all of Conan's overachiever behavior so far, Hashimoto Maya's eyes filled with despair.
Beside him, Irish noticed his expression and snorted. "It's not time to despair yet. You've only been acting on your own for a short while. How did you become so useless?"
Hashimoto Maya came back to himself. "..." This isn't about despair. I just feel like someone is trying to kill me.
Irish did not see the desperate cry in his heart. This Organization Cadre, who never admitted defeat, stopped at one spot. He lightly stamped the floor. "The bomb