He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Above the heart, cherry blossoms bloom!

Ying Sheng moved with ghostly speed. Before the blood splattered, the thin blade in his hand had already slit the throat of another security guard, silencing his shout before he could even utter a sound.

With a gentle flick, a drop of blood fell, leaving the thin blade as smooth as new.

Ying Sheng walked swiftly towards the lounge without stopping.

At the same time, he was having a friendly conversation with another person through his earpiece.

"I don't want a single penny, Lord Gin. All I want is for you to find a suitable way to end this place."

"why?"

The voice on the other end was very cold, with a slightly hoarse quality, as if shrouded in smoke.

"So that the Muddy Forest won't be constantly on edge and lose its vitality, and so that they can keep spawning monsters when I need them later."

"Ha, you really are a madman."

"Thank you for the compliment, thank you, officer?"

What if I don't agree?

"It's simply a matter of asking the Sumiyoshi-kai to help, which isn't difficult for me. I prioritize the organization, firstly because I don't want the benefits to go to outsiders, and secondly because it would make our power stronger."

His words were simple and clear, which pleased Gin, but he still chuckled and spoke with a hint of amusement.

"You slept with that old woman from the Sumiyoshi-kai?"

"If one is an ordinary person, one will naturally see the vulgarity in their appearance."

"Tsk, she truly lives up to her reputation as the top courtesan."

"I'm not accepting male guests at the moment. I'm sorry, Lord Gin. I'm going upstairs now. Goodbye."

Hotaru hung up the call without a second thought, not caring how the other person would react. In any case, given Gin's rationality, he would never act impulsively because of a joke.

[Killing Intent +1]

Ha, that guy must be a serial killer.

Upon entering the second floor, Ying Sheng sheathed his specially made thin blade and switched to a baton. Xiao Lan burst in through the back door; she wouldn't encounter him on the first floor, but the second floor and beyond were connected.

However, if the aim is accurate, a baton can also kill a person, and it is more discreet than a knife.

But after venting his frustrations a little, Ying Sheng saw no need to go all the way and kill them all.

In any case, these small fry who died suddenly could not provide him with any killing intent.

Core objectives:

The collateral, the loan agreement, and the three responsible persons.

Two afternoons that I was out have already been cleaned up; now, it's just a matter of finishing up.

Bang! ! !

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted at the end of the corridor. The door shattered, and a shirtless Yakuza was sent flying. While still in mid-air, a bolt of yellow lightning coalesced above his head—BOOM!!!

He delivered a downward kick, striking the dark blue circular tattoo on his chest.

Ten rings!

Yakuza collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood, his pupils turning white. Ying Sheng saw this from afar and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

This guy must be doing something terrible, otherwise why would Xiaolan be so angry?

"It's alright now. Put your clothes on and let's go."

Xiaolan's gentle voice came through the earphones, and the direction she was looking was naturally the room where she had just made her heroic entrance.

Three seconds later, a woman's sobs, hard to describe, came from inside the room; they were a mixture of regret and a sense of rebirth.

Ying Sheng smiled slightly, thinking how lucky she was.

"Alice, keep your voice down."

"Understood, Tian Shu."

Inside the brightly lit office building, violence and bloodshed continued to unfold. Screams, screams, cries, and pleas for mercy gradually merged into one, playing a wild and intoxicating nocturne under the moonlight.

boom!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Not long after, the sound of gunfire erupted from the seventh floor, and Xiao Lan, who was guarding the office door on the fifth floor, showed a hint of worry in her eyes.

But she didn't move. She just looked coldly at a woman lying on the ground and spoke in a low voice.

"Call the police, put it on speakerphone."

Five minutes later, ding—

The elevator door opens.

Xiaolan assumed a karate stance, ready for anything, the door slightly ajar...

Oops!

It was a black suit!

Xiao Lan's pupils contracted sharply, and she was about to make the first move when the black suit suddenly dropped a bit.

"Don't kill me! I have money! I'll give it all to you!"

Xiao Lan was slightly taken aback. She looked at the round, plump old man who was prostrating himself inside the elevator and kowtowing repeatedly, and was about to speak.

Bang!

The white figure behind him suddenly kicked out, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.

"The old man is quite well-prepared; he even has a dagger hidden in his shoe." Ying Sheng lightly touched the ground with his toes and slashed through the air, a bright flash of light streaking across the sky.

"what!!!"

The old man screamed as his left forearm, which he had just managed to raise halfway, was pinned to the wall.

A hint of reluctance appeared in Xiaolan's eyes...

"He is Miwanagatsu Tatsuzo."

I couldn't bear to see it disappear.

Xiaolan looked at Yingsheng, who had spoken, and Yingsheng handed her a blue folder. Xiaolan opened it and flipped through only two pages before her eyes immediately filled with anger.

This document is a chronicle of the major events of this Muddy Society branch over the past three years. In the eyes of the Yakuza, it may be considered a remarkable achievement, but in Xiaolan's eyes, no, in the eyes of any person with a sense of justice.

That's a list of crimes, too numerous to recount!

If Xiaolan had any doubts about the legitimacy of her actions before, all her hesitation disappeared after seeing this document.

"In his struggle for power, this guy even killed one of his own organization's cadres and buried him deep in the mountains and forests. That place even became a filming location for a TV station and became popular. It's disgusting. I almost went there for a date once."

Xiao Lan was slightly taken aback, then quickly flipped through the pages. "They even write this in the chronicle of major events?"

Ying Sheng waved the notebook in his hand. "He actually kept a diary, and even put bookmarks in it. He was probably quite proud of it."

"..."

Xiaolan remained silent, turning her head to look at Mian Guanchen, the yakuza figure who had seemed so ruthless and violent to her just an hour ago, but had now completely become a clown.

Mian Guanchen shuddered, tilted his head back, and revealed a greasy, nauseatingly obsequious expression on his old face.

"My lord, as long as..."

Bang!

Chapter 32 Professional Ground Cleaning for Wineries

Boom!

dong dong...

Mian Guanchen's head was kicked against the wall, and he slowly slid down, losing consciousness.

Ying Sheng was too lazy to waste any more words with him, so she withdrew her foot and looked at Xiao Lan: "There's a safe on the seventh floor that I can't open. Mian Guan Chen San insists that he doesn't have the key either. Please, I'll wait for you here."

Xiao Lan nodded and took the elevator upstairs.

Ying Sheng used his toes to flip over Mian Guan Chen San's body, kicked his throat until it was shattered, then shoved a pistol into his hand, put his finger on the trigger, and flipped him back over.

The people in the finance office were all huddled in a corner of the office, unable to see this side that was hidden by the wall.

Ying Sheng walked to the door, glanced around, drew his gun, and spoke calmly amidst their fear and trembling.

“A manager came over and pulled up the recent business data; I need to keep it as evidence.”

After a brief commotion, a middle-aged woman wearing thick-rimmed glasses was pushed forward and walked shakily to a computer to operate it.

Yingsheng walked over to check the latest business record.

Great, it's 10 a.m. today.

Ying Sheng had tested the efficiency of this loan shark twice, but as expected, he was quite satisfied.

Ultimately, the problem lies in Japan's slow progress in implementing IT-based office practices.

Moreover, this is a makeshift operation reorganized from yakuza groups, and its top manager is an outdated old man.

"Where is the archive?" Yingsheng asked.

The middle-aged woman trembled, but since things had come to this point, she naturally wouldn't put up a fight anymore. After the computer displayed the data export progress bar, she quickly got up and led the way.

The faint sound of sirens could be heard outside the window. Ying Sheng looked at the group of lambs with gleaming eyes in the corner.

“My personal suggestion is that you stay and turn yourselves in. Otherwise, if the police come to arrest you one by one according to the list, you will probably get a heavier sentence.”

After saying that, he turned and headed to the archives.

Two minutes later, Ying Sheng returned to the office alone. Only one person in the group hesitated to walk to the door, but immediately retreated when he saw Ying Sheng return.

Ying Sheng nodded in satisfaction: "You made the right choice. Confessing will be treated leniently, and accomplices are generally not severely punished."

Those people felt relieved upon hearing this.