Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

“We’re not open today,” the hotel owner, Ikeda, said angrily, standing up. “This is my territory, and you have no right to act recklessly here.”

"Are you sure?" Ichikawa waved his hand with a smile. "If you kick me out today, I can't guarantee what the acquisition price of this land will be. The Shimadzu Group has plenty of ways to make you compromise, so you'd better think it through."

"Hmph, this inn is my family's heirloom, it's been open for almost a hundred years, how could I possibly sell it to you!" Owner Ikeda's voice was hoarse with anger. "Get out of here right now, you're not welcome!"

"Wait, let me finish what I have to say first."

Ichikawa smiled, took a document from his subordinate behind him, and handed it to Boss Ikeda.

"There's something you might not know: your son owes the Shimadzu Group over a billion yen. How do you plan to repay this debt?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Mr. Ikeda was so angry that his face turned ashen and he almost fell over.
"How could my son owe you money? You are framing me."

“He didn’t initially owe us money,” Ichikawa said with a smug smile. “However, we have already bought his debts from his previous creditors, which is legally permissible.”

“Mr. Ikeda, if you are honest with us about the acquisition, this debt can be reduced a little.”

“If you don’t know what’s good for you, then we’ll have to take you to court. Even if you give us the hotel and the land, it probably won’t be enough.”

With a look of disbelief, Boss Ikeda snatched the document from the other party's hand. After only two glances, his face turned from red to green, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body swayed, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he was about to fall to the ground when Mr. Kojima rushed forward and reached out to support him.

The innkeeper, Mr. Ikeda, leaned weakly on Mr. Kojima's shoulder, his cloudy eyes unfocused, muttering to himself, "The inn is finished... finished..."

“Your son has definitely been scammed,” Mr. Kojima clenched his fist angrily. “Normally, how could he possibly owe so much money…”

“Mr. Kojima, you need evidence to support your claims,” Ichikawa said with a forced smile. “Even if his son was scammed, it has nothing to do with us. We only acquired his bonds. If you continue to slander us like this, I’ll sue you for defamation.”

His words were tantamount to an open admission that Ikeda's son had been deceived.

Seeing that Mr. Ikeda's face had turned pale with anger, Mr. Kojima, who had known him for many years, could no longer hold back. He clenched his fist and was about to rush forward, but was immediately held down by two employees behind Ichikawa.

"You bastard!"

Mr. Kojima struggled violently, his teeth grinding together.

Unexpectedly, with two clicks of the camera shutter, his angry expression was captured by Ichikawa's men.

“Send the photos to the newspaper,” Ichikawa’s voice was filled with a smug sense of victory. “I’ve even thought of the headline for them: ‘Rogue villagers extort money from their demolished homes, and after being exposed, they become enraged and want to beat someone up.’”

"You are shameless!"

Mr. Kojima's body trembled with anger.

"You bastards, you'll get your comeuppance for using any means to achieve your goals."

His voice echoed in the hotel, filled with anger and helplessness.

“If I weren’t shameless, I wouldn’t have gotten to where I am today,” Ichikawa said dismissively, brushing non-existent dust off his suit. “Mr. Kojima, you might not care about tomorrow’s news, but what about your son? His days at school will probably be…”

Before he could finish speaking, an egg traced a perfect parabola and smashed onto Ichikawa's shiny forehead with a "thud," the yolk slowly sliding down his stiff smile.

"You big bad guy, you're not allowed to bully my dad!" "You bastard!"

Ichikawa, furious, wiped his face, his gaze fixed on Kojima Genji at the doorway.

The boy was holding another egg in his hand, with a stubborn expression on his face. Behind him were many children from the shopping street.

"You brat, you..."

Just as Ichikawa was about to get angry, Kojima Genji had already directed his friends to throw all the eggs they were holding at him.

In an instant, eggs rained down on Ichikawa and his men.

The group immediately lost their previous arrogance and became disheveled, with egg yolk and egg white all over their hair, clothes, and faces, making them look quite comical.

"Grab those brats!" Ichikawa roared angrily. "I'm not going to let them get away with this today!"

Just as several Shimadzu Group employees were about to make their move, a voice suddenly shouted from the crowd: "Ichikawa, you bastard, how dare you show your face in front of me!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was none other than Takeshita Matsufumi, the academic director of Teitan High School and Hayashi Hideichi's math teacher.

Upon seeing him, Ichikawa, who had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly became flustered: "So it's Takeshita-sensei..."

Takeshita Matsufumi stepped out from the crowd, approaching step by step, each step feeling like stepping on Ichikawa's nerves: "Twelve years... and you've managed to make something of yourself."

Ichikawa's Adam's apple bobbed, his earlier arrogance completely gone: "That matter... was long ago settled..."

"Finished?"

Takeshita Matsufumi's thin fingers suddenly grabbed Ichikawa's tie, pulling him back and causing him to stumble.
"My daughter's life... what will you use to settle this!"

The entire hall was completely silent; even the children's playful noises stopped.

Lin Xiuyi noticed that Takeshita Matsufumi's hand, which was gripping his tie, was trembling violently, while Ichikawa's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, which looked particularly comical against the backdrop of the egg liquid.

"So it turns out that Takeshita-sensei's daughter, Naoko, was..." Mrs. Orikasa's voice was as soft as a sigh.

Lin Xiuyi also recalled what he had heard from Mr. Murakami in the office before.

It's unbelievable that the person who ran over and killed Takeshita's daughter with his car was Ichikawa.

"...What you think is your business!" Ichikawa gritted his teeth in resentment. "I even lost my job at the Metropolitan Police Department because of that accident, aren't you satisfied yet?"

"satisfy?"

Takeshita Matsufumi tightened his grip on his tie, and Ichikawa's face began to flush from lack of oxygen.
You ran over and killed Naoko with your car!

The old man's voice suddenly rose, echoing in the hall.

"You clearly hadn't been drinking, but those incompetent cops in the Metropolitan Police Department said you were drunk driving and that's why the accident happened!"

His eyes welled up with tears, and his voice choked with emotion.
"You murderer, you have never received the punishment you deserve!" (End of Chapter)