Conan stood on tiptoe and leaned over the front desk, asking the young woman who was happily playing with Jiang Xia's new business card, "Big sister, are you very familiar with Brother Otosaka?"
"Hm?" The receptionist turned around and smiled brightly at the cute child. "More or less. We are colleagues who see each other every day, after all."
Conan's eyes lit up. "Can you tell me something about him? Anything is fine—it was Brother Jiang Xia who asked me to."
The receptionist answered every question, and the entire conversation reached Vodka's ears.
Vodka: "..." He was pretty skilled at throwing his weight around. Today, he could use Jiang Xia's name to extract information from random passersby; tomorrow, he might wave Uzo's banner around and wreak havoc on The Organization... Just imagining what this guy would be like when he grew up was enough to send chills down his spine. If only he could snuff out this evil seedling while it was still young.
In an instant, countless ways of easily sending this brat to his death flashed through Vodka's mind.
But in the end, he could only take a deep breath and suppress his Killing Intent.
"Calm down! Think carefully—why did this kid come here now of all times?"
Vodka pushed up his sunglasses, his gaze turning wise. "Maybe this is bait Uzo laid for me. He guessed I was nearby, so he tossed out this annoying child—if I let that stir up criminal thoughts and came up with some fancy method... that idiot Pisco might be a lesson from the past."
Several walls away.
Leaning against the front desk, Conan felt waves of chills crawling down his back. As he listened to the receptionist, he could not help secretly scanning his surroundings. "..." Could Mr. Otosaka