Watching the pebble, its interior inscribed with formation patterns by his own hand, slowly sink deep into the ground, Qing Mo's eyes revealed a trace of satisfaction!
For the sake of Vermouth, that rose, Qing Mo would not directly slaughter this tiny island!
However, once this country's national fortune had been completely drained away, it would naturally meet its end in destruction!
After setting up the Fortune-Stealing Formation once more, Qing Mo, who had come out alone with only Little Tail, strolled leisurely down the street!
Having been brought out by Qing Mo again after so long, Little Tail was especially happy. It darted from one of his shoulders to the other, its adorable little black eyes rolling busily as it looked around without pause!
"Ah! It's Mr. Qing Mo, and Little Tail too!"
Just as Qing Mo was taking a solitary stroll through the streets of Beika, the Teitan Three Fools—Mitsuhiko, Ayumi, and Genta—came running toward him from the front!
Since it was the weekend, and since they often got together to play detective games, they had run into Qing Mo, who did not feel like working, while on their way to meet Conan!
"So it's you little brats?!"
"Where are you planning to go?!"
Watching the three of them run up before him, their gazes all fixed obediently on Little Tail on his shoulder, Qing Mo looked down at them expressionlessly!
"Little Tail, do you still remember me?"
"Mr. Qing Mo, we're going to find Conan and play soccer at the park!"
"Mr. Qing Mo, can we play with Little Tail again?"
Looking at the three little brats before him, all longing to play with Little Tail, Qing Mo slowly raised his arm. Little Tail, perched on his shoulder, thoughtfully scampered down along his arm!
"Haha! Little Tail,