The instant Rekatis finished speaking, Conan gripped the soccer ball tightly and said, "Rekatis, you're my idol. I hope you'll recognize your own limitations!"

Conan released the soccer ball, turned around, and kicked it hard at Rekatis.

Rekatis tilted his head slightly and dodged the ball. At that moment, he thought to himself, "This wasn't in the script. It seems the director didn't make it clear that there was a scene where I get kicked."

Meanwhile, in the room, Guangyou slowly opened his eyes, yawned, glanced at the time with his still-drowsy eyes, and suddenly opened them wide, jumping up from the sofa.

"It should be about time by now!"

Pushing open the door, I leisurely walked up the stairs to the door of that room, and as soon as I arrived, I saw Conan kicking a ball at Rekatis.

Guangyou didn't react much, but just breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, we made it in time."

On second thought, Guangyou felt that it was all the show's fault.

"Those damn hypnosis shows are so effective."

The poor show host got unfairly blamed, and he would feel wronged if he knew, since they were making a comedy show.

"Kuangyou?" Conan asked, puzzled, as he saw Kuangyou coming down the stairs. "What are you doing here?"

"He's here to explain." Kōyū yawned and smiled at Rekatis. "This time, it really wasn't him who did it."

Conan was also stunned: "But all the evidence I've collected is related to Ray."

Kōyū straightened his expression and said seriously, "This matter is somewhat related to that organization. Originally, Rekatis did want to do this, but I found out and persuaded him to stop."

"What on earth is going on?" Conan was completely baffled.

As soon as he entered the room, Guangyou sat down on the bed, patted the spot next to him, and said, "Come on, sit down and let's talk."

"The deceased belonged to that organization."

Conan frowned: "Are you serious?"

Guangyou nodded slowly, while Rekatis, standing to the other side, was completely bewildered. What organization?

Suddenly, Kōyū turned to Rekatis and asked, "Are you ready?"

Guangyou didn't rush to get an answer and gave Rekatis some time to consider.

At this point, Conan was confused: "What are you talking about?"

Guangyou gestured for him to be quiet.

After a long while, Rekatis's face was filled with determination as she earnestly said to Kōyū, "I've made up my mind. Tell me what it is, I'm ready for whatever it may be."

Having received the answer, Guangyou nodded, took a breath, and explained, "It all stems from those three scandals back then. Those three scandals were actually what that organization wanted to recruit the three of you."

After saying this, Rekatis suddenly remembered something and realized, saying, "Oh, right, there was indeed a private hobby group that invited me to join, but I didn't really want to join, so I declined. Shortly after I declined, my scandal started."

Kōyū continued, "The three rumors are: Rikkabaré threw the match."

"McNolde, on the other hand, was having an affair."

"Rekatis, on the other hand, was addicted to drugs."

After listening to Mitsuyu's explanation, Conan understood a bit. If it looked at it this way, it did indeed resemble the style of that organization.

They usually use underhanded methods to gain leverage over their opponents and then control them; of course, some also use drugs to control them.

“Some of these are made up, and some are indeed true.” Guangyou hesitated for a moment, but still said, “It’s a lie that Ricabarre threw the match.”

"It's true that McNaught has been having an affair."

"Rekatis is addicted to drugs; it was fake at first."

When Rekatis was mentioned, Conan turned to look at Rekatis, but Rekatis showed no reaction and nodded calmly.

"All three of them initially refused, but after the rumors surfaced, McNold joined, while the other two still did not."

"After winning the lawsuit, things calmed down for a while. Later, Rekatis's wife committed suicide, and Rekatis became addicted to drugs due to unbearable pressure. The source of these drugs was arranged by that organization."

Guangyou stated the facts he knew, word by word. After glancing at Rekatis, he asked, "Are you sure you want to continue? There's still time."

Rekatis's expression remained resolute as he calmly nodded.

"And the reason why is that McNaught's affair partner is..."

Guangyou didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood.

Rekatis's calm expression seemed to have never existed; his mind was in turmoil.

Are you telling the truth?

This is something that would be difficult for any man to accept.

Rekatis is relatively well-mannered; some people with poor manners would have stood up and prepared to attack Kyou.

Guangyou looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly nodded under his gaze.

Rekatis chuckled self-deprecatingly, waved his hand, and lay down on the bed: "You continue, I'll lie down for a while."

"Later, after McNold joined the organization, he pretended to be the same as before. If I'm not mistaken, he was the one who suggested the hotel, right? And that event too."

"Hmm." Rekatis nodded weakly.

Guangyou temporarily ignored Rekatis's expression; he could completely understand it.

While there's a saying that to get by in life, you have to wear a little green on your head, who would want to wear a bright green hat?

"Later, after the scandal was cleared up, the organization orchestrated and forced Rekatis's wife to commit suicide, without her knowledge."

"Some time ago, McNold suggested opening a hotel and secretly invited Ed Mike."

"After learning of Rekatis's plan, Edmike was tasked by the organization to commit suicide in order to frame Rekatis. Once Rekatis was imprisoned, he would either join them or die."

Guangyou uttered these words lightly.

Even Rekatis sat up, feeling a lingering fear.

"Damn it!" Conan's emotions surged even higher. He slammed his fist on the bed and gritted his teeth, saying, "Just you wait!"

"But why do they insist on me joining?" Rekatis was puzzled.

Guangyou rubbed his chin: "Because of your status in the football world. You were once hailed as the God of Free Kicks. Once we control you, your other players won't be able to escape either."

"Once you control one team, you have the opportunity to control a second one, and eventually even manipulate matches to make a lot of money!"

Guangyou's words were not unfounded. If there's betting on horse racing, how could there not be betting on football?

If managed well, money is just a string of numbers.

The atmosphere in the room was very heavy when suddenly a black head peeked out from the doorway.

What are you talking about?