Transmigrating into Detective Conan, I Pull Prince of Tennis Princes into the Black Organization

[Protagonist is a Bad Guy + Overpowered + Black Organization Heir (Pure Villain) + Follower of Yukimura's Cult + Persecuting/Corrupting Detective Conan's Good Side + Leaning Towards Ensembl...

Chapter 58 Gin wants to play tennis (1 / 2)

Gin had a drink in the bar, and Karasuma Gaki was sitting on the sofa waiting for him, wanting him to take him home.

Bourbon came up and sat on the sofa opposite Karasuma Gaki. He had just received an email from Rum, asking him to follow Barolo's arrangements and investigate himself.

"Barolo, can you tell me about Furuya Rei? I have no way to investigate without any information." Bourbon wanted to find out from Barolo whether he had been exposed and whether he could find out from which channel the information was leaked.

"Aren't you from the intelligence team? Can't you figure this out? Doesn't Rum think highly of you?" Karasuma Gaki deliberately made things difficult for Bourbon. This mission was simply intended to scare him.

"Where did you hear that name? I need some direction."

"I heard it from Pramya."

Pramiya! The bomb hoaxer he, Jingguang, Jinpei, and the squad leader encountered three years ago.

According to the public security intelligence network, she seems to have been investigating his news. What is her relationship with Barolo? It seems that he has to lead Pramiya out privately and get rid of her!

"Do you know Pramya?" It's normal to ask if you know a notorious bomb swindler like Pramya, right?

"I don't know him. We've fought before, but I couldn't beat him." Karasuma Gaki opened his mouth and said.

"She wanted to attack you?" He continued the conversation naturally. The boy seemed to have a simple mind, so perhaps he could get some information out of him.

"She's connected to ketone." As soon as he opened his mouth, a big black pot lid was thrown on Pramya's head.

Bourbon's expression cracked. That notorious bomb swindler turned out to be a gangster! He even reached out to the codename members of the organization?!

She is truly a criminal who has committed all the evils! She must be killed! The world must be rid of this evil!

"Then you..." Did you succeed?

"What the hell do you want? I can't beat Gin, but I can!" Dirty thoughts of adults! "He's my bodyguard!"

"Let's go." Gin listened to Karasuma Gaki's nonsense at the bar and drank the wine in the glass with a strange look on his face. If he didn't take this brat away, Bourbon, the fool, would be cheated by him and would be left with nothing.

Isn't Bourbon usually quite smart? Why did he lose his mind when he met this guy? He believed everything he said.

Gin sent Karasuma Gaki back to the manor. Karasuma Gaki cancelled his transformation before getting off the car. Gin looked at it again and was still amazed.

I drove the car into the garage and planned to stay for dinner. "It's only 2:30 in the afternoon. You don't have to do any tasks today?" Isn't he a hard worker in the winery? Doesn't his personality match?

"Leave it to Vodka."

In order to beat him up twice, the task was pushed to Vodka.

"Let's play tennis." Gin grabbed Karasuma Gaki's arm and dragged him to the tennis court.

"???" Is he crazy? Why did Gin suddenly go crazy? Did he find out about the killer tennis ball I was playing?

Gin took out a racket and a few tennis balls from Karasuma Gaki's tennis bag, raised his chin towards him, and said, "Go over there."

Karasuma Gaki was helpless and naughty. What could he do with Qin Dad, whom he had raised? He could only satisfy his curiosity.

Standing on the opposite court, Gin has no five-dimensional data on him.

Gin served, an ordinary serve. Karasuma Gaki quickly moved to the landing point and hit it back with force. The tennis ball hit Gin's court at an extremely fast speed, and after continuously spinning and rubbing on the ground, it bounced towards the guardrail, making a dent in the guardrail. The tennis ball was stuck, leaving a charred mark on the ground.

Gin frowned at the mark on the ground, then turned to look at the bulge on the guardrail, and took out another tennis ball from his pocket, wanting to break it open to see what material it was made of? Didn't he feel it was solid when he served?

Is this the effect that tennis can produce? ? ? He occasionally plays tennis in his spare time!