"Pooh!"

Ukura Takashi spat and said disdainfully:

"What a wicked thing! How could you come up with such an idea!"

"If a nail punctures the tire, it may cause the car to have an accident!"

"Making money is one thing, but you can't take advantage of others' mistakes. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't scatter nails, why are you scolding me?"

"You are still young and have no morals. Your head is full of evil ideas. Scolding you is too light. If I wasn't tied up, I would beat you to death!"

Crash...

Ukura Takaki, who was spitting saliva, suddenly found that the rope behind him was loose. He looked back blankly, only to see that Sakaki Makoto not only untied his rope, but also handed him a stone:

"Grant your wish."

Conan: “….”

Ukura Takashi: "......Aren't you guys in the same group?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as you can't beat him to death, then beat him to death. I've wanted to beat him for a long time."

After weighing the stone in his hand, Ukura Takaki looked at Conan dimly. Conan's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously began to step back, but bumped into Miss Miyano's leg.

This development is not right...

Aren't we going to torture for information?

How are you guys...

Why are you targeting me?!

Looking around, Conan found himself in a state of isolation and helplessness.

"Then I won't be polite..."

Ukura Takaki, who was full of anger, finally found a vent for his anger. He walked forward with a sinister smile, intending to teach Conan, this boy with evil thoughts, a lesson.

Just then...

"Remember to say hello to Ishikawa Hide for me when you get back."

"Okay."

Ukura Takaki, who was rubbing his hands with eagerness, suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned back slowly, and was about to cry but had no tears:

"Brother, according to the rules of the underworld, we don't use such clichés..."