After weighing their options, the dangerous plan of "hiking through an unknown expanse of forest to survive" was ultimately rejected.
"Besides getting lost, if we run into that vandal in the woods, we'll be at a serious disadvantage. It'll be trouble if he uses the terrain to pick us off one by one." Senior Toyono sighed. "And we have no idea how large that forest is. Our group consists of the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Rather than gamble on being able to walk out, we should wait here for the bus."
When he mentioned "the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled," his gaze fell on the elderly Doctor, the young Conan, and several high school girls who appeared incapable of even trussing a chicken.
He also glanced at Vodka—apparently assuming that the man, who wore sunglasses around the clock and currently had two dark circles under his eyes, suffered from some unspeakable eye condition.
Vodka silently adjusted his sunglasses. ...Idiots. One day, when you die because an enemy remembered your faces, you'll understand how wise I am.
Although there was some debate over who qualified as old, weak, sick, or disabled, most people agreed with the conclusion.
"Do we really have no choice but to keep waiting?" The gray-haired Real Estate Tycoon paced back and forth before finally snapping at the tour guide, "It's all your absurd Travel Agency's fault! Your emergency plan is a complete mess. Just wait—I'll sue you into bankruptcy!"
The tour guide seemed to have plenty of complaints about his own company as well. He sighed but did not refute the guest's words.
The Real Estate Developer felt as though he had punched cotton, and his anger only intensified. Just then, he noticed that the famous painter was sitting nearby,