Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 93: It’s not an Angel, it’s a female warrior!
Pornography, gambling, and drugs, wherever there is one, there will always be two, and these three have never been separated.

Kabukicho is a major base for the sex industry, and the sales of various small pills have never been small. For those who are high and eager to vent their energy but cannot find women at the moment, pachinko is not enough to satisfy them.

On the surface, gambling is of course illegal.

But in this largest red-light district in Japan, in an underground casino run by an organization recognized by the police as a "vibrant social organization," no one will pay attention to you unless you go to the door of the police station to solicit customers.

The place Yingsheng is going to take Xiaolan to now is one of them, and the owner behind that casino is their old friend.

What a miserable society!
The taxi drove for about ten minutes and slowly stopped at the entrance of a rather secluded alley.

Of course, the so-called quietness is only compared to the previous noise. There are actually quite a few people on both sides of the street here. Most of them are single women leaning on the fence playing with their mobile phones. Most of them wear heavy makeup, and the fragrance from their bodies gathered together, even if there is no night breeze blowing, it would be quite intoxicating.

When they saw a taxi stop, they all looked up, but after just a quick glance at the people getting off the taxi, many of them looked away in disappointment.

There is no way a man like this, dressed in a well-dressed suit, would come looking for low-class people like them.

Yes, they are very self-aware.

Then their purpose of coming here was obvious. Several street prostitutes couldn't help but cast their eyes towards an iron gate at the deepest part of the alley. Several people who would never come to such a place had already entered there.

And like the two newcomers, they all wore masks.

The only strange thing is that those people are all men, why is this guy bringing a woman?
A burly man in a vest standing in front of the iron gate was also very surprised, but when he saw Yingsheng and the other man walking towards them, he hurriedly went to greet them, but did not speak.

Yingsheng took out a black card from his pocket. When the man in the vest saw it, he was about to speak, but Yingsheng pinched his fingers and pulled out a simple pure white business card with his name in gold.

Chiyoko Kanhara!
The man in the vest froze all over and subconsciously reached for his waist, but Xiaolan was quick and grabbed hold of him like an iron clamp, making his face turn red but unable to move at all.

"Relax, I heard about what happened a few days ago, but I'm just a passerby, don't take your anger out on me."

Yingsheng reached to his waist, took out a dagger, sneered, and threw it on the ground.

“How much do you make a month?”

The man in the vest felt that his dignity was insulted, and he stiffened his neck and said, "Three hundred thousand!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, what are you doing with such a small amount of money? It's not even as much as what the ladies on this street make."

"I...I! I still have a bonus!"

"Tsk, I'll give you a bonus right now." Yingsheng took out a stack of banknotes and put it back on the waist of the man in the vest where the knife was originally placed. "Let me ask you, isn't the game here today said to be quite elegant? Why didn't they change the venue and didn't they clean up the mess?"

Feeling the thickness of the waistband, the man in the vest immediately turned into a flattering expression: "It's to prevent the police from smelling it and finding it, ruining the fun of you gentlemen, and to confuse them. And if anything happens, they can use it as an excuse."

Yingsheng shook his head in disappointment: "If you don't have any courage, you will never be able to show up on the stage." He patted the man in the vest on the shoulder and advised him kindly: "Go home and sell sweet potatoes quickly, it will be too late if you are late."

After saying that, he brushed past him, opened the door and went in.

The man in the vest was stunned for two seconds, then looked back at the iron door at the entrance, and was stunned for another two seconds. Suddenly, he realized something and reached for his waist. Hey, where is his key? !
No, no!

Aren’t there two more people inside?
Why is there no movement at all?! The lights were dim inside the open iron gate, and the mottled and messy graffiti on both sides were stained with a layer of creeping blood. The man in the vest swallowed his saliva and walked towards the monster's open bloody mouth with fear. Just one look at it, and he was immediately scared to death.

Gan!
Two people fell to the ground!
Feeling the pain in his right wrist that had not yet dissipated, and remembering what the man with the Prajna mask had said before, the man in the vest didn't even dare to look over and turned around and ran away.

The two people behind the door fell down without any sound. That Prajna and the female warrior were absolutely terrifyingly powerful!
What bad luck! It must be that the Sumiyoshi-kai has come to cause trouble for them again!

He wants to go home and sell sweet potatoes!

Bang!
Suddenly his feet hit something, and the man in the vest, who was running fast, fell to the ground. Cursing his bad luck in his heart, he was about to get up with great effort when a huge force hit his chest. The severe pain of broken ribs made him scream, and he flew backwards and hit the wall.

pat!

It fell into a pool of dirty water, splashing some soaked cardboard and buzzing flies.

When he raised his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the attack, he saw a little yellow-haired boy in a green jacket, looking at him with disgust through a white cat mask.

"What will happen inside tonight?" asked the little yellow-haired Vermouth in a cold male voice.

"???!!!"

The man in the vest was shocked. You don't know anything, but you come over to trip me and kick me. What do you mean? !

Unfortunately, he had to bow his head under the eaves. He spoke hastily the next second: "It is said to be an auction! But I don't know what is being auctioned!"

"auction?"

Vermouth frowned slightly and glanced around. It was dirty, dark, and messy. No matter how many times she looked, she still had this impression.

Moreover, all the street prostitutes had run away because of what happened before, and now the place had become even more dull, as if a storm was brewing, depressing and dull.

It can be seen from the clothing store that Shuiyue Yingsheng has good taste. If he can say that the situation here is very elegant, then this auction must be worth watching.

No matter what the auction items are, it is indeed out of place in this kind of place.

The Ni Miserable Society is really just a bunch of rotten mud.

Without even looking at Le Se who was breathing rapidly, Vermouth walked towards the iron gate deep in the alley. As soon as she stepped through the door, she immediately knew why she could no longer eavesdrop on the conversation between Mizuki Hotosei and Xiaolan through the headphones. There was a signal jammer here.

It must have been installed by Shuiyue Yingsheng.

Is he planning to do something big?
Vermouth sneered. She had just started to change her attitude towards this guy, but he brought Angel to do such a dangerous thing. It was simply unforgivable!
Vermouth took a step back, and the communication in the invisible headset on the other side was reconnected.

"Calvados, get ready."

"understand!"

On the other side, in the speeding police car, Kudo Shinichi listened to the busy tone on his phone, his face anxious:
"Faster, Officer Megure!"

(End of this chapter)