Watching the Game Is Dangerous

Aside from Conan, who had absolutely no self-awareness, everyone still believed Master Lin's predictions.

If the master said someone was going to die, then that person was bound to suffer a Bloody Calamity.

"More work?"

Vermouth glanced at him knowingly.

She knew that the more Lin Xinyi played at being a cop, the more immersed he became—more of a busybody than a real police officer.

He would never stand by and do nothing while someone was murdered right before his eyes.

Even if the potential victim this time was Akagi Kakubu, a football hooligan who looked thoroughly obnoxious.

"We have to protect someone like him?"

Vermouth sighed reluctantly, but still gave Lin Xinyi a serious look.

"I understand. Leave it to me this time."

The best assassins were often the best bodyguards.

With an assassination expert like her on the job, she could follow Akagi Kakubu without a sound and ensure that no one—including the killer who might appear at any moment—noticed.

No one noticed.

"My ass!"

Half a minute later, Vermouth gave up.

Protecting someone in secret?

She couldn't do it.

There were simply too many people in this subway station.

There had already been a sea of people outside the station.

Now that they had entered the station, passed through the ticket gates, and descended to the platform, the crowd was even denser than during the Lunar New Year travel rush—no, it was worse.

This was practically Tokyo's morning and evening rush hour.

Countless fans pouring out of the stadium after the match, dressed in Noir Team and SPIRITS Team jerseys, streamed into the subway station like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea—into this tiny pond with limited capacity.

The massive flood of people filled the platform in an instant.

Passengers waiting for the train were packed