The Progress of Armchair Detective Conan

"If you hadn't come back soon, I was going to call the others and have them go look for you."

The moment Tangze walked into the room, Conan's resentful voice rang out.

"You came back this late without even notifying me. Do you know what time it is..." Conan, arms folded and already changed into comfortable loungewear, sat at the head of his bed.

They had eaten and drunk with Eri Kisaki's law firm colleagues. After returning to the hotel, they had followed Mori Kogoro to Ritsuko Usui's room to play cards. Then Hitoshi Saku had entered the room...

After that whole string of events, coupled with the police detaining them in the room while awaiting the examination results for the suspected victim of a serious crime, it was nearly midnight by the time Tangze had briefly cleaned up the completely knocked-out Sayamura Misao and put him into his own car.

"Something held me up. Sorry, sorry." Having successfully obtained what he wanted, Tangze was in quite a good mood and remained agreeable despite the complaint. "It's not like you just met me yesterday. What's there to worry about when it comes to my safety?"

Tangze, benefiting from multiple enhancements, had a thorough understanding of his own combat ability by now. Unless he provoked Kyogoku Makoto, the One-Punch Man, and got blown away with a single punch, there simply was no one who could easily subdue him under normal circumstances.

"Is that so? That's hard to say..." Conan's mouth twitched a few times at Tangze's shameless declaration.

He understood the logic, and he had indeed witnessed the physical abilities Tangze displayed in all kinds of emergencies. But Tangze's confident proclamation only made a few rather ill-fitting images flash through his mind.

For instance, Tangze getting separated from the group for