Moroboshi Hideki's three Little Partners were somewhat flustered by the situation and instinctively followed the larger group without saying anything either.
So Noah pretended to have no objections and watched Conan enter the Playing Card Club.
At the same time, however, it secretly noted everyone's positions, touched the heavy gun at its waist, and gave them a gleefully troublemaking look.
Conan knew nothing about the "mole's" plan.
He quietly opened the door and, relying on his low presence, smoothly slipped into the Playing Card Club.
This club was quite famous locally, and it was evening—the perfect time for people to gather and play cards. Small round tables filled the hall, nearly all occupied. People from every walk of life had gathered here, their rough or elegant faces illuminated by the Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
In the warmest, most spacious corner farthest from the door stood a sturdy solid-wood long table.
—Whether in material, size, or location, it seemed to be the "VIP seat" of this Playing Card Club.
Four people sat around the long table in pairs, facing one another. They wore expensive, immaculate clothing, with piles of chips and golden liquor by their hands.
Conan's gaze quickly settled on that table.
Not only because this VIP seating area stood out in every way, but also because one of the four people was actually a woman—probably the only woman in the entire card club.
The woman wore a black evening gown, her long hair pinned up behind her head. An Evening Banquet Top Hat sat at an angle on her head, and a mist-like black veil draped softly down, concealing her face from view.
The woman in black held five cards, as did the person opposite her. They were playing five-card stud. Nearly all the chips were currently