"What else could they do? Of course, keep living their carefree lives as outlaws." Conan clenched his fist. "But someday, I'll make those bastards pay!"
Hattori Heiji pounded his chest. "Just come to me if you need help! They actually have technology on that level—I'd really like to meet them."
The Eastern and Western Detectives had a pleasant chat. After verbally tearing into the Black Organization, they quickly settled on a time for the banquet and hung up.
Putting down his phone, Conan felt much better than before and nodded faintly in satisfaction.
Mist Tengu, who had listened in on the call, also nodded faintly. He floated off Conan's shoulder and returned to Jiang Xia.
Beside Jiang Xia, Amuro Tooru, who was in a foul mood, glanced at him. "What's got you so happy?"
Jiang Xia came back to himself and perfunctorily answered the coffee shop owner, who was currently giving off a fragrant aroma. "Before coming here, I didn't know which would be crueler for Miss Niimi: not getting to see her parents one last time, or watching her father breathe his last right before her eyes. But now, seeing that they still have so much time together, I feel like I might have made the right choice."
Conan, who had skipped over after hanging up, froze when he heard that. Remembering how he had suspected Jiang Xia not long ago, his conscience began to ache again.
Amuro Tooru, meanwhile, felt a burst of relief. But because of his identity as Bourbon, he could only yawn and comment, "How boring."
Conan: "..." Hah, just as expected of a cold-blooded suspected Organization Cadre.
Amuro Tooru did not notice the gaze of the little thing behind him, who was not even as tall as his legs. Standing at the end of