Akai Shuichi thought, under the gaze of all, "Mr. Yamada" probably won't refuse to take that Miss Mouri to the hospital if he wants to maintain his public image.
But once this is over... in private, he might resent Jiang Xia for causing him trouble and make things difficult for that Peripheral Member behind his back.
Still, it's not a major issue. As long as I find something for Vodka to do when I have time, he won't have the time for any of that—given his personality, if he realizes I'm targeting him, he'll definitely keep as far away from me as possible. Then he won't have time to trouble Jiang Xia either.
Before Vodka could turn this way, Akai Shuichi turned around and slipped away. He needed to reach the parking lot before Vodka, drive his car out, and prepare for the follow-up surveillance.
Inside the Chinese restaurant.
Like a serf forcibly pressed into service, Vodka reluctantly approached to "help."
What the hell? How did this kid know I was in the restaurant? Having learned from his pain, Vodka silently reviewed his terrible experiences that day.
Could it be that my decision to treat myself to a good meal because work had been too stressful wasn't a spur-of-the-moment choice, but Uzo's influence?
...Impossible. I haven't had any contact with Uzo at all lately. No matter what, he can't be that uncanny. Thinking rationally—maybe one of his lackeys is in this Chinese restaurant. The moment they saw me come in to eat, they reported me to Uzo?
That made much more sense.
While mentally cursing Uzo's ancestors, Vodka headed toward the nearby parking lot, then began agonizing over whether to floor it and flee or obediently drive the car back to the restaurant.
At the restaurant entrance.
Conan had