Hattori Heiji could not help muttering, "What kind of rule is that? Don't tell me you have the mafia by the sea too."
Conan hurriedly kicked him under the table: What do you mean, "too"? What if members of the Black Organization were lying in wait nearby and heard that?!
Realizing he had misspoken, Hattori Heiji hurriedly picked up a strip of wakame with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and pretended to chew.
Just then, the main dishes began arriving one after another.
After Jiang Xia and the others finished eating, they leisurely wiped their mouths and began enjoying the restaurant's signature desserts, along with some cold dishes meant for snacking.
As Suzuki Sonoko ate, her eyes secretly drifted toward the neighboring table.
The man in the red vest noticed her gaze and snorted. "Why are you sneaking looks? If you want to look, look openly. Don't tell me you think we're the bad guys while that Aramaki fellow is some kind of good man—let me tell you, every time that guy goes fishing, he uses a trawl net to sweep up every fish, big and small, in one go. No sense of public responsibility at all!
"The fish around here have all been uprooted by that hateful outsider. He even started aquaculture, so naturally us local fishermen can only lose our jobs.
"But how could we just swallow this? Does he think we don't use trawl nets because we don't know how? What he's doing is fishing a lake dry! If this keeps up, the ecosystem here will fall apart sooner or later!
"He's got it easy—when the time comes, he can just pat his butt and leave, then go ruin some other place. But where can fishermen like us, whose families have lived by the sea