Seeing the three rendered speechless, President Teraizumi smiled smugly. He had truly been worried that they might find some evidence, but fortunately, one bluff had revealed that nothing of the sort had happened.
He immediately became self-righteous, even straightening his back further. "Instead of coming here to make a scene, why don't you think of a way to earn some money? If you can pay back what you owe, it's not like I can't return the sports cars to you—but haha, can you even earn that much?"
Jiang Xia looked at the three unfortunate presidents and noticed that the Killing Intent dripping from them had finally sped up a little.
President Teraizumi looked at the three small fry he had wrapped around his finger, then suddenly added, "I get it. You three were actually the ones who sent that threatening letter, weren't you?"
"A threatening letter?" This time, the small-company presidents looked genuinely confused. "We have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hmph, still playing dumb." President Teraizumi had failed to bluff out an answer, but he had already decided that the cut-and-paste threatening letter was the work of these three men. He declared forcefully, "No matter what obstacles arise, I will make sure this exhibition center opens smoothly. You'd better keep your little tricks well hidden."
With that, he flicked his sleeve and strode away down the corridor.
Conan had been watching the drama from nearby when he suddenly noticed something. Looking at the repair shop president's trousers, he found the pant legs increasingly familiar. Then he remembered: wasn't this the man who had been making a phone call on the balcony not long ago?
If I remember correctly, when he was on the phone, he said something like, "Tonight is the last chance," and "Just follow the plan"...