Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 376 He liked this kind of tough guy at dusk!
Before Yuri could react, Xia Chuan began practicing Iron Palm on Yuri's hard back muscles with lightning speed!
Pat, cut, print, split, insert, spiral, press!

Occasionally, Tai Chi palm techniques would be mixed in, and the color on his back quickly became uniform—all purplish-red!
"Your back is indeed a bit stiff, and there's too much bruising. Luckily, I intervened in time. If you had continued like this without treatment, you wouldn't have been able to sit in your office chair for several years!"

"woooooo"

"Don't rush to express your gratitude. We've only completed the second step. We still need to loosen the muscles and joints! Finally, we'll use acupuncture to release the stagnant blood!"

Yuri: "???"

Is this supposed to be a thank you? I'm thanking your mother! Xia Chuan, do you dare look me in the eye?

Look into my eyes! Can't you see what's written in them?
Xia Chuan either didn't see it at all, or he saw Yuri's gaze but pretended not to know and continued operating on his own.

He's very eager to show off the techniques he just learned this morning.

Yuri struggled for a long time, then collapsed in despair: "Fine, fine, so you want to play like this?"

A fire was burning within him, and he secretly remembered today's humiliation, hoping that one day the tables would turn.

Xia Chuan's expression was indifferent, like a butcher who had slaughtered countless sows, as he wiped the medicinal wine off his hands with a towel.

The movement resembled sharpening a knife, and he would glance at Yuri every now and then, seemingly searching for the right spot to strike.

This step lasted for several minutes. Xia Chuan finally found the right position. The Dragon King grinned and pressed his joints until they cracked. He drew circles on his shoulders as if the cupping and massage were just a warm-up before getting to the main event.

"Shall we start with the legs?"

This seemed to be a question, but Yuri could only make "woo-woo" sounds.

Xia Chuan nodded to himself, seemingly explaining: "The thighs and calves are key parts of the human body, after all, it's like rolling from the tenth floor to the first floor."

What are you going to do?
Yuri's eyes widened, tears streaming down his face. Xia Chuan pulled out a rolling pin from somewhere and started rolling it directly on Yuri's calf muscle.

"Well"

The body, fresh from cupping, shuddered; the soreness from the rolling pin pressing on the muscles was even greater than the iron fist of love from Joel.

Snot and tears started flowing uncontrollably. Yuri gritted his teeth and tried to hold it in, but to no avail. He could only bury his head on the towel to prevent Natsukawa from seeing his tears and snot.

But the shrugging shoulders said it all.

Xia Chuan chuckled and shook his head. Originally, the younger brother-in-law was the most powerful, but Yuri insisted on going against him, which led to his current predicament. He hoped that after this incident, Yuri would repent and become a loving family with him.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and looking at his legs, which were now red and purple and dripping with blood, Xia Chuan nodded in satisfaction.

She couldn't press on his back; the bruising there was quite severe, and Xia Chuan was worried that it would cause the bruising to return to his body.

Playing around is fine, but don't joke about life and death. Even though Yuri can take a beating, there's a limit.

So they simply matched the color of the thighs and calves to the back.

There's no way around it, he has OCD, and his body has to be perfectly neat and tidy.

"Whoo~"

Xia Chuan took a few deep breaths. "All that's left is acupuncture and bloodletting. This step will be quick, just bear with it for a bit."

"what?"

Finding no Morse code-like "woof woof" response, Xia Chuan tilted his head and glanced at Yuri, who was lying on a towel, seemingly lifeless. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his breath, Xia Chuan would have thought he had used too much force and killed Yuri.

It seems they've given up resisting. Xia Chuan pondered for a moment, then raised his hand to look at the acupuncture needles in his hand.

Uh...did we go too far? Should we just forget about it?
Xia Chuan felt he should ask Yuri's opinion, so he tilted Yuri's head and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Hmm?" Yuri felt a chill in his heart and a burning sensation in his body. He thought to himself, "Is it finally over?"
We finally made it through.
Towards the end, my body seemed to be numbed by the alcohol, and I couldn't feel anything at all. All I knew was that my back was being violated.

But now that it's over, how can we show weakness to the enemy?

As the most resilient man in all of Japan, he absolutely cannot say "no," otherwise he would be letting down his sister's "training" over the years.

Furthermore, Xia Chuanqian has exhausted all his tricks, so we absolutely cannot let him think he has won!
A man is a boy until he dies, and a man should never admit defeat until the very end!

When my stubbornness flared up, so—

"Hmph, that feels so good. I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, but it turns out you're nothing special. Next time, I'll challenge you to a contest to finish a whole bowl of my sister's lovingly made ramen."

"Are you sure?" Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow. If Yuri backed down, he could choose to give up.

However, if Yuri himself feels that there is no problem and even feels great, then he likes this kind of tough guy!
With a wave of his hand, Xia Chuan spread a white linen cloth out on the table with a "whoosh," revealing a dense array of silver needles, each needle protruding from the front and back, its gleaming tips sending chills down Yuri's spine.

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I suddenly want to take back what I just said.

Yuri jolted and almost launched himself off the table, but his hands and feet were tightly handcuffed, giving him no chance and only causing a series of metallic clanging sounds.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon. Believe in yourself and don't give up halfway!"

Yuri didn't hear a word of Xia Chuan's encouragement. He glared at Xia Chuan with bloodshot eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to curse, but the towel was stuffed back into his mouth, and he couldn't make any sound except "woo woo".

Xia Chuan clenched his fists, each finger holding a silver needle. He rubbed the needles like Wolverine stroking his adamantium claws, producing a strange buzzing sound.

Suddenly, Xia Chuan leaped up and stood directly on the dining table. He replicated the moves from the Street Fighter in the game "Dungeon Fighter Online," moving his hands up and down to precisely strike the back, inserting silver needles into acupoints one by one.

This wasn't the end. Running out of silver needles didn't mean the end. Xia Chuan casually pulled out a second batch and continued the operation.

Yuri went from staring wide-eyed at the beginning to feeling numb and indifferent at the end, feeling that he had reached the peak of his life, but also the end.

When Joel came out of the shower, he was a little stunned to see the two of them in that position. He rubbed his eyes, and then rubbed them again.

Her younger brother's back was covered in silver needles, making him look like a hedgehog. Luckily, she didn't have trypophobia, otherwise she would definitely be horrified.

"Is Yuri really alright?"

"It's nothing, just standard procedure."

Xia Chuan wiped the sweat from his brow, pushed the electrotherapy device he had just brought out under the table, and decided to postpone the acupuncture and electrotherapy plan until another time.

"Yuri, how are you feeling?" Joel leaned down and asked.

"It's alright, sister. Your husband is so kind. You must cook him a delicious meal for me another day to thank him."

Yuri was exhausted and covered in sweat, but he still managed a smile. Only Xia Chuan knew the "malice" behind that smile.

Xia Chuan didn't take it seriously and silently began to remove the silver needles.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)