When Tangze, in his joker state, descended into the cruise ship's engine room, Kaito Kid and Conan's showdown had reached its critical moment.
"Since you suspect I'm Kaito Kid, why don't we call the police..." Kaito Kid picked up the maintenance phone connected to the deck, only for Conan to kick it apart with a soccer ball... Where had this kid even found a soccer ball?
"Hmph, don't think you can pull the same trick again. You deliberately brought the police over that day so you could quickly change into a police uniform amid the flashes and slip away with the crowd... At a time like this, you can't call anyone over." Conan planted his foot on the rebounding soccer ball, his face brimming with confidence. "I came specifically for this one-on-one showdown, to show my respect for a criminal artist who dared to storm a heavily guarded place alone."
Kaito Kid looked at the confidence on Conan's face, so mismatched with his age, and smiled as well. He tossed the pearl in his hand toward Conan. "Fine, I surrender. I'll give up the 'Pitch Black Star.' But the girl who lent me her clothes is still lying in a lifeboat. I wonder if she'll catch a chill."
With a tug of his finger, he pulled a bra strap out from his collar. "What can I say? I'm a perfectionist."
Conan was startled, realizing Ran was probably lying outside stark naked right now. Even his expression changed.
Just as Kaito Kid was about to throw another flashbang and escape again, a red shadow darted down from above and snatched the flashbang from his hand once more.
For the second time, his premonition had come true. Kaito Kid sighed wearily and leaped aside without looking back. Sure enough, the next second,