"It's a bit cold at night lately..."

At Beika-cho 4-chome, under the dim street lights, Conan rubbed his shoulders and stamped his feet to keep warm.

It seemed like it only took a day or two for the weather to turn from warm to cold. The temperature could still reach over 30 degrees at noon, but only 20 degrees at night.

"Who told you to wear so little?"

Sakaki Makoto complained disapprovingly.

"Hey, they're wearing the same thing as me!"

Conan pointed angrily at Miss Miyano and Toyama Kazuha.

They weren't cold at all because they were wearing their boyfriends' and childhood friends' coats, but Sakaki Makoto and Hattori Heiji...

His body was quite solid, so he didn't have much of a reaction.

Comparing people makes you die, comparing goods makes you throw them away...

Conan has no one to care for him, so he can only bear it alone. If Xiaolan was here, he could still hold her tightly in his arms, but now...

It all depends on your ability.

Conan didn't know who they were waiting for here so late at night. Judging from Sakaki Makoto's expression, it seemed that the other party could guarantee their safe entry into the Nichan Conference.

At 8 o'clock, everyone finally saw more than a dozen cars driving down the viaduct, led by a Bentley sedan, followed by a group of white vans, which stopped beside them in a menacing manner.

The rear window rolled down, and a thin face with black and white short hair appeared in the eyes of Makoto Sakaki and the other three.

Fujiwara Daizu!

Conan's neck shrank, he had heard of this 'brother'.

When Makoto Sakaki was still entangled with the Kamishin Group, Conan asked Professor Agasa to investigate them, and saw the information about Fujiwara Daisuke.

Without the help of the new team, the operation to rescue Miyano Akemi would have been much more difficult.

The most important thing is...

None of Fujiwara no Daisuke's subordinates are good people. Most of Akutsu Shinichiro's forces fell into their hands, and their firepower, number of people, and territory area almost increased overnight.

Groups like the Mud Conference...

He can only be considered as a lackey of the new group.

How did Sakaki Makoto find him here!

Conan, who is full of justice, never thought that Sakaki Makoto would rely on the power of the underworld, even though the Japanese underworld is a legal organization.

But let me tell you one thing...

The underworld is legal, but carrying guns is not!

When Fujiwara Daisuke got off the car, a group of sturdy men jumped out of the dozen or so box trucks behind him. Each of them was wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses, with half of the barrel of a submachine gun exposed at the bottom of their clothes. If you didn't know, you would think they were filming The Matrix!

Among all the people present, only Sakaki Makoto knew why Fujiwara Daisuke was asked to come.

after all...

This Fujiwara no Daizo is not that Fujiwara no Daizo.

Reaching out to take the cigarette handed to him by his younger brother, Fujiwara Daisuke glanced at Conan and smiled at Sakaki Makoto:

"There are 78 people in total, including me. Is that enough?"

“Enough is enough…”

Sakaki Makoto was a little embarrassed. He asked Vermouth to come over to help out. His original intention was to intimidate the Ni Canhui and make them hand over the prisoner without hesitation. Unexpectedly...

When Vermouth heard that Conan was there, she directly brought 77 fully armed minions. It didn’t look like a negotiation, but rather a meeting to destroy Nichan!

It really is an honor, but it’s for Conan.

When the godson needs help, the godmother will naturally step forward!

Seeing her godson shivering from the cold, Vermouth blew out a puff of smoke gracefully and said:

"clothing."

The sturdy man next to him turned around immediately, took out a coat from the car, and was about to put it on the boss...

Bang!

Vermouth slapped the younger brother on the head:

"What are you trying to put on me? Can't you see there are kids here who are afraid of the cold? Where has the kindness and righteousness that I usually teach you gone?!"

"When did you start caring about little brats..."

The burly man looked aggrieved and handed the coat to Conan while muttering something.

Conan was immediately flattered, and didn't understand why he deserved such courtesy from the gangster boss...

It wasn't until he smelled a faint scent of Chanel lavender perfume from the coat that he suddenly understood something.

oh...

I see.

No wonder Makoto Sakaki said you'll know who he is when you see him in person, after all this fuss...

We are one of us!

Conan is not stupid. After several contacts with Vermouth, he naturally knows Vermouth's attitude towards him, and now he is even more certain.

A godmother is a godmother. She never betrays her son and is even closer to him than his biological mother!

The poor kid finally got someone to care for him...

Conan was so moved that he put on the coat that didn't fit him at all. He held the hem tightly with his little hands to prevent the clothes from dragging on the ground. When he stood in front of Vermouth, he looked like a chubby penguin, curled up in his mother's arms, looking around at this cold and vast world.

After the younger brothers had gathered and adjusted their equipment, Vermouth took the lead and led a large group of younger brothers towards the headquarters of the Mud Conference.

In a car parked on the side of the road in the distance, a half-eaten piece of bread was frozen in mid-air. Sato Miwako and two other police officers from the First Investigation Section were all dumbfounded.

Something is wrong!

A few minutes ago, they saw the leader of the Nisankai, Dokujima Kiriko, entering the industrial zone in a vehicle. Before they had time to report to Megure Jusan, Sakaki Makoto called a bunch of gangsters over. Look at the situation...

I am afraid that there will be a big dispute between them and the Ni Canhui, and both sides have made sufficient preparations.

According to common sense, as a police officer, Sato Miwako should get out of the car immediately and stop Sakaki Makoto and others, but...

In what name?

There is no law prohibiting people from coming to industrial areas at night. The prerequisite for a gang fight is the presence of enemies. In other words...

As long as Fujiwara Daisuke flatly denies that they are here to cause trouble today, then Sato Miwako will have no reason to stop him. She can only wait until the new group and the Nisan Society confront each other before she can come forward as a police officer.

At this time, someone will ask, didn’t Fujiwara Daisuke and the others carry guns? They can be arrested on the charge of illegal possession of firearms!

Sure, but...

How could Miwako Sato not know the purpose of Makoto Sakaki and others?

The police officer next to him already had some complaints. Who would want to work overtime in the field in the middle of the night instead of going home to hug their wife?

If we keep wasting time like this, when will we be able to find the criminal?

Magnesium wrapped in kerosene will not react. If you want magnesium to react with oxygen, you must first take it out.

"Officer Sato, should we...should we ask for backup..."

The police officer in the passenger seat grabbed the intercom and said with trembling lips:

"We are no match for them with our three small guns...if a gunfight breaks out..."

"Do you want to make the situation worse?"

Sato Miwako glared at him:

"Calling for support will only provoke conflict. If Fujiwara no Daisuke sees the situation is bad and wants to fight to the death, something terrible will happen!"

"But...but..."

"Contact Inspector Megure and Superintendent Kuroda. The situation is beyond our authority. Ask our superiors and let them make the decision!"

“Ohhh…”

The police officer put down the walkie-talkie, took out his cell phone and called Megure Juzo.