I'm in Detective Conan, but it's a chaotic battlefield.

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven: "Didn't you see that he charged straight at us just now?"

"I saw it."

"Didn't you notice anything?"

"I think he might not be very bright," the driver admitted.

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven slapped the driver hard on the head, so hard that his forehead hit the horn on the steering wheel.

The car suddenly honked briefly while driving, startling the car in front, which quickly gave way.

"So that's why you've been reduced to driving for me now, you idiot," said Tetsukishiro. "That kid's posture is too perfect, he has definitely practiced swordsmanship. I've only ever seen that kind of flawless feeling on Madam."

Moreover, he remained remarkably calm throughout the process, his movements perfectly controlled—a level of composure rarely seen at his age.

The driver pursed his lips, somewhat disbelieving.

Tetsukken Twenty-Seven continued, "So there's no need for us to clash with him. Besides, I'm also planning to give Madam this information, and I'm sure she'll be satisfied."

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven Lang waved his phone; it displayed a photo he had secretly taken of Chen Nuo.

The driver finally showed an "I see" expression, but he still didn't take it seriously; he just didn't want to be beaten again.

This Lord Tetsukishiro was a senior from many generations ahead of him, and had even been given the name of the Tetsukishiro family, making him far more prestigious than him.

The Tie family had been secretly collecting sword geniuses for a long time. Once they discovered one, they would recruit him using various methods and train him in the most brutal way.

If one can pass a series of tests, one can be granted the surname of the Tie family and become a core member; it's no exaggeration to say that one can rise to the top in one step.

This Lord Iron Sword Twenty-Seven is the senior who passed all the tests.

However, I heard that he has been stagnant in his kendo practice.

His leg was broken by Mrs. Tetsuya Chiko herself.

Although Lord Twenty-Seven's leg was lame, his strength remained. When he first met this group of newcomers, he stood there with a bamboo sword and cut down more than a dozen of their arrogant fellows.

So even though he didn't believe it, he didn't dare show it.

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven had actually noticed the driver's thoughts out of the corner of his eye long ago, but he was too lazy to say anything. This guy had decent talent, but his mental fortitude was average. He was probably destined to be a driver for life.

The main reason I brought him along this time was because he was a stranger to me, so I could try to avoid being noticed.

As for strength?

It's just hiring a female lawyer; there's no need to make such a fuss. Having too many people around will only attract more attention.

The two did not exchange any further words along the way.

Soon, the car stopped across the street from a Japanese restaurant. There weren't many people on the street at that time, so not many people noticed them.

As soon as the car stopped, people came out of the restaurant and headed straight for them.

Twenty-Seven Lang of the Iron Sword rolled down the car window: "How is it?"

"She seems to be having dinner with her ex-husband and daughter. They've been inside for a while now," the person assigned to follow her reported.

Twenty-Seven nodded: "Then let's wait. There are too many people here; it's not convenient to make a move."

“Alright, then I’ll go back…” The person in charge of surveillance started to say, “Lord Twenty-Seven, look.”

Following the direction he pointed, Tetsukishiro saw Eri Kisaki storm out of the restaurant entrance, followed by a young girl who bore a resemblance to her; she was probably her daughter.

The girl grabbed Eri's arm, as if pleading for something, but Eri kept shaking her head.

"Looks like they had a fight?" the driver interjected.

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven smiled slightly: "That's good news, it saves us a lot of trouble."

Eri Kisaki exchanged a few words with Ran before getting into a taxi and leaving.

Ran stood there, watching Eri's departing figure with some frustration.

Meanwhile, Tetsukken Twenty-Seven followed silently.

"First, we need to see where he's going. If he's going home, that would be best. If he's going back to the law firm, we need to check if any other families are lying in ambush nearby. In any case, we must get him back before dark."

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven Lang instructed.

The driver kept a close eye on the taillights of the car in front, carefully maintaining a distance that would prevent him from being noticed.

The taxi drove through the bustling commercial district, entered Beika Town, and drove for a while before finally stopping in front of a kendo dojo.

Eri Kisaki got out of the car.

"Huh, why did you stop here?" The driver looked puzzled, but didn't follow too closely, parking the car at a distance on the side of the road.

"A kendo dojo?" Tetsuken Tsujuro frowned. "Is practicing kendo during such a crucial time a unique way to relieve stress?"

"Could it be that you're meeting your lover?" the driver interjected. "If it's your lover, there might be more ways to relieve stress."

Iron Sword Twenty-Seven's eyes lit up.

"It's possible. Hurry up and get the camera out; you might be able to capture something useful," Tetsukishiro urged.

The driver quickly bent down to look for his camera.

Twenty-Seven Ronin stared intently at the entrance of the dojo: "Hurry up, she's already knocking. We need to get a picture of that man's face."

"They're here, they're here."

After finding the camera, the driver quickly pointed the lens at Eri Kisaki, who was standing at the entrance of the dojo.

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"Big brother, she's knocking on the door."

Meanwhile, in a van parked on the other side of the dojo, Shintaro Kazama observed the entrance to the dojo through the tinted glass.

A short, stocky, bald man behind him asked, "Was this woman here last time you came?"

Shintaro Kazama thought for a moment: "She's a bit like that violent woman who smashed the wall, but she seems to be a bit older."

"Could it be my older sister?" someone interjected.

The short, stocky, bald man smoked a cigarette, lost in thought.

Shintaro Kazama hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and said, "Big brother, how about we tie this person up and use him to blackmail Chen Nuo?"

Shintaro Kazama really wants to show off in front of his new older brother.

Although his surname is Kazama, he has no relation to the leader of the Kazama Group; he is just a low-level member who has recently joined the Kazama Group.

He was one of the people Chen Nuo beat up last time.

After that trip back, the former leader, whose eyes had been gouged out by Chen Nuo, was banished to a pachinko parlor to look after things, and it's estimated he won't be coming back.

In their last encounter, Shintaro Kazama was knocked unconscious by Chen Nuo.

After returning home, he was deemed to lack backbone and had one of his little fingers cut off.

Shintaro Kazama had been waiting for an opportunity to show off in front of the new boss and, incidentally, teach the brat who caused his finger to be cut off a lesson.

This morning, the Kazama Group received news that the Queen of the Legal World, with a 100% success rate, had accepted Chen Nuo's case, meaning they might not stand a chance this time.

So the higher-ups discussed it and decided to solve the problem using the methods that Yakuza are good at.

So, Shintaro Kazama finally managed to get this opportunity.

He absolutely must wash away this shame and make that kid pay the price.

The bald man pondered for a while before finally making up his mind to grab the woman first. That way, even if the kid was a good fighter, he would be hesitant to act rashly.

Shintaro Kazama nodded inwardly, thinking that this new boss was quite cautious, much better than the previous one.

He glanced again at the skinny man's waist in the back seat; it was bulging, and he felt it was a pistol.

Why bring a gun just to deal with a kid?

"Is this making a mountain out of a molehill?" he wondered to himself.

The van door was opened.

A group of people filed out and rushed to the door at a very fast speed.

Of course, Shintaro Kazama was at the forefront.

As a former member of the gang, he naturally had to act tough in this situation.

Upon getting closer, Shintaro Kazama realized just how beautiful this woman was—long eyelashes, delicate skin, and a queen-like aura that far surpassed any of the women in the red-light district.

I wonder if I'll have the chance to taste this ripe peach later?

As he thought about it, he reached out his hand to Eri Kisaki.

Then he felt something clamp his arm, his vision went dizzy, and his back slammed heavily onto the concrete floor, almost vomiting blood.

That fall was too hard.

Shintaro struggled a few times but couldn't get up.

He lay on the ground and heard his companions cursing behind him, the woman's cold rebuke, and his companions' cries of pain as they were thrown to the ground.

Seriously? Is this woman also a formidable fighter?

Da da da da!

A piercing electric shock sound rang out.

Shintaro looked up and saw that the woman had been electrocuted and that the skinny man from before was holding a high-powered stun gun.

What? I thought it was a handgun.

Shintaro felt somewhat disappointed.

Shintaro Kazama stood up, and the other yakuza who had been thrown down by the woman also struggled to their feet.

Before he could catch his breath, a discordant voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute, this lady is our guest, let her go."

Shintaro Kazama turned around and saw two men in black suits standing in front of him, who looked a bit like bodyguards.

The young man standing in front was burly, but looked a bit dim-witted. The one speaking was a lame man standing behind him.

At that moment, a yakuza shouted from behind, "This is Kazama-gumi territory. If you don't want to die, get out of here."

Shintaro finally came to his senses.

At this point, I have to rush up and show the aura of the ultimate path, otherwise I'll get my fingers cut off again when I get back.