Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

"I didn't expect that you two had such a good relationship."

Tohru Tono glanced at Maya Tachibana, who was cooking with her head down and whose expression was obscured, and smiled.

Chapter 125 Drunken Clam Bar

“Of course, we’ve depended on each other since we were little.” Shinji Tachibana said matter-of-factly.

“That’s good…” Tohru Tohno paused for a moment, “So, you’ve heard about it from Maya Tachibana, right? What are your plans for the future?”

"..." Shinji Tachibana glanced around the living room before slowly speaking, "I know this petition is somewhat unrealistic..."

"Would you allow me to take my sister out to find another place—"

"If you know it's unrealistic, then shut your mouth." Tono interrupted him before he could finish speaking. "What do you think?"

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Shinji Tachibana opened his mouth, but then continued, "We can pretend we've never seen you before—"

"Shinji." This time it was Tachibana Maya who spoke.

"My boss is very good to me, and he doesn't plan to move out anytime soon—right?"

She still had a few tear tracks on her face, but she still managed a smile.

"......it is good."

Tohru Tohno smiled helplessly: "I can understand your thoughts, but I'm not stupid, right?"

Shinji Tachibana sighed in disappointment, then looked up at him: "So... do you plan to take action against the organization?"

“How could I? I wouldn’t be foolish enough to try and shake such a behemoth—besides, we have a friendly partnership.” Tohru Tohru still smiled.

Shinji Tachibana scrutinized him for a moment.

"Alright, it's almost time for me to go. You have a way to get back by yourself, right? You can take the train or something. Public transportation in Beika Town is quite convenient."

Tono Tohno gave them the order to leave.

"Huh? Aren't you going to eat dinner?" Tachibana Maya looked at him in surprise.

"You guys eat by yourselves, I have other things to take care of."

Tohru Tono put on his coat and walked out of the entrance hall.

Shinji Tachibana watched him leave, but ultimately didn't say another word.

“Shinji, you shouldn’t have asked that,” Maya Tachibana suddenly said. “There’s no need to say more about things that everyone already knows.”

"Ah, I know... but I just want to try my best."

Shinji Tachibana looked at her.

"I've worked in this organization for so many years, and no matter what I do, don't you know why?"

"..."

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

......

Toru Tohno was actually in a good mood after unexpectedly picking up a high-ranking police officer he could call upon at any time.

If I count on my fingers now, including Shiho Miyano, Kaito Kuroba, Tooru Amuro, Maya Tachibana, Shinji Tachibana, and even Conan Edogawa, I can control them to some extent by holding them hostage.

Gin probably owes me a favor too, so I can use psychological manipulation to get his help if necessary.

In general, there are now some manpower available, and the individual is no longer a lone wolf who has to do everything personally.

Unfortunately, there are many dangerous people among them, and I can't easily reveal my identity... It's fine if I can easily control someone like Shinji Tachibana, who is obviously a sister-complex, but if Tooru Amuro finds out, he'll probably have to find a way to take back control of the conversation.

Although it's highly likely that no one will ultimately self-destruct, things might become more equal, and such a life where one can't take whatever one wants is not what he desires.

In short, be careful around people like Amuro Tooru.

So this time he chose to take the subway, and then flew there wearing a hang glider.

Most of the times he met with Tooru Amuro were in a bar.

The bar is tucked away in a small alley. Its signboard is ordinary, and the neon tubes form a clam, its mouth opening and closing with the flashing lights.

"Drunken Clam Bar"

Since it doesn't have an official name, we'll just use this name for now.

They may not look particularly impressive, but most of the people who go there are actually members connected to the Yakuza or low-profile black market dealers.

For this reason, to prevent trouble, the bar's waiters are generally quite capable, and there are also some burly bodyguards in the back.

Tohru Tono always gives me a feeling of being like a dragon whenever he comes here.

The Black Organization generally doesn't use such "common" places as rendezvous points; they have their own intelligence depots.

However, "Starlight" was not exactly a member of the organization, and apart from the time of the transaction, the organization was still quite wary of her.

So Amuro Tooru chose this place, I don't know where his twisted sense of humor came from.

She walked into the bar still dressed as a high school girl and leaned against the bar counter with practiced ease.

Burning gazes fell upon them from all sides.

"Yo."

The bartender was a handsome guy, and I was fairly familiar with him, since he was very eye-catching and I had been there quite a few times.

"What would you like to drink today? Gin? Or bourbon?"

As he said this, the bartender quietly leaned close to his ear and said, "Be careful, a few people with mental issues have come in today."

He stopped short of making a move, quickly pulling himself back from his slightly forward lean and continuing to fiddle with the cocktail shaker as if nothing had happened, as if he had simply lost his balance by accident.

Tono nodded almost imperceptibly.

I sensed it as soon as I came in; most yakuza members wouldn't stare at him for long, as they're usually quite intelligent.

Can a girl who dares to wear JK uniform into a place like this be a decent person?

There are always people who don't understand this principle.

"No hard liquor today... just make me a daiquiri."

The Daiquiri is the world's highest-ranked rum cocktail, made primarily from lime juice, rum, and syrup, and has a refreshing taste.

"Okay," the bartender replied, taking out half a rum and cocktail glasses from under his feet.

"How can you change your ways and stop drinking strong liquor?"

They started chatting while shaking the clear solution.

"My headache from the hangover is so bad it will affect my classes the next day."

Tohru Tono will also be very dedicated to upholding his character design here.

The bartenders, quite naturally, never believed it, but they wouldn't call out the customers; they would just laugh and respond.

"Is there math class tomorrow?"

"Actually, it's Chinese literature, which is my worst subject."

"I see." In just a short while, a clear cocktail was freshly made.

The bartender poured the still-bubbly wine into a stemmed glass, cut a slice of green citrus, and placed it on the rim of the glass.

"Daiquiri, please use it."

"Thank you." Tohru Tono took a sip.

Cocktails definitely taste better. Ordering strong liquor to tease Amuro Tooru was such a stupid thing to do.

Holding his wine glass, he casually found a booth where no one was around and sat down.

He took out his phone to check the time. Had he arrived too quickly? Amuro Tooru hadn't even arrived yet.

He had forgotten when the appointment was, so he decided to wait a while.

The most distinctive feature of this bar is its quietness. People there generally talk about things that are not meant to be discussed in public, so they try to keep their voices down to appear very well-mannered.

People who are not sensitive to sound can use this place as a library.

There's also a constant supply of drinks, which is much better than a library.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

"Hey, new here? You're pretty good-looking."

A gruff voice rang out behind him.

Tohru Tono turned his head and saw three men dressed like typical Japanese street thugs.

If you were a regular customer, you wouldn't have said I was new.

Chapter 126 The blond guy is annoying

"Three guests, this lady is a regular at our bar."

The bartender spoke tactfully, but his words carried a lot of implications.

Firstly, as a regular customer, the bar would likely help her out of consideration for her money.

Secondly, these people come here regularly; how could they possibly be controlled by a small-time thug like you?

"What's it to you, oh la." Unfortunately, how could a thug understand such rhetoric? The leader, a blond-haired man, clenched his arm muscles and shouted at him fiercely.

The bartender helplessly shrugged, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.

Then I went behind the cashier to wipe the table.

He understands the importance of setting aside any desire to help others and respecting individual fate; as a bartender who has worked here for many years, he knows this very well.

"Tch, coward."

As the bartender looked at him like he was an idiot, the blond-haired man curled his lip in disdain.

Then, we turned our attention back to JK.