Chapter 588 Can't minors drink alcohol?
Conan scratched the back of his head, his cheeks inexplicably flushed. "I mean, I won't come back this late next time..."
Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri smiled and bowed her head slightly, saying, "Alright, then you'd better remember what you said."
"Um!"
Conan nodded.
...
After sending the sleeping Bertrand back to safe house number 39, Behringer happily left, planning to go out and have some fun after get off work. But the next second, a platinum card appeared in front of him.
Blue Hair's face immediately fell. He sullenly accepted the card floating in the air and scanned its contents with the resentment of a working-class person.
[Since Alex and the others have gone to do other tasks, and many stalled tasks have been handed over to other believers, the remaining cleanup tasks are now yours. I believe you can do it! —M]
Behrfinger felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and instinctively reached out to brace himself against the wall beside him, tears of despair welling up in his eyes.
"Why—I want to leave work—I—want—to—leave—work—!!!"
"Is working overtime even something a human being does?! Which bastard invented overtime?! Huh?! I'm going to chop you into a human stick!!"
Behrfinger was in a fit of impotent rage.
He casually stuffed the card into his pocket, flicked his cloak, and strode away.
"Forget it, why should I do it now? I'll leave it until tomorrow. I'll do it whenever I can, and I'll procrastinate as long as I can. I'll also see if I can delegate it to someone else."
Bechfenger introspects several times a day.
He opened the "Target Lock" window, glanced at it, and then took off running.
Eventually, he started hanging out in a bar.
Ignoring the noisy crowd and the loud dancing sounds around him, he squeezed through the throng, then went around a booth and poked the person in front of him.
The man turned around and was momentarily surprised, but because it was so noisy, the two began to communicate with their eyes.
"Behrfinger? What are you doing here?" The dark-skinned blond man dressed as a waiter looked at him suspiciously.
Behrfinger blinked, then raised an eyebrow slightly. "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here. Did you plan this all along to follow me?"
Amuro Tooru's lips twitched slightly, clearly understanding what he meant.
Behrfinger continued to wink, "Are you on a mission?"
Amuro Tooru nodded, then looked away, as if he couldn't bear to watch.
Behringer shrugged, patted him on the shoulder, and pointed to the bar, indicating that he would wait for him there.
Amuro Tooru nodded slightly, with a small gesture.
Bechfenger sat down on the bar stool at the bar and ordered a Moscato Asti from the bartender.
Holding a wine glass in one hand, Behringer looked towards the dance floor, his eyes half-closed, appearing uninterested.
The woman sitting to the side with a seductive posture glanced at him, then turned to him and asked, "Little brother, are you an adult?"
She even winked at him as she spoke.
"?"
Behrfinger looked at her questioningly, then shook his head. "Can't underage people drink alcohol?"
woman:?
The woman paused for a moment, then hesitated before speaking, "I guess...it's not okay?"
"Then I should be an adult, right?" Behringer asked seriously, then picked up his glass and took a sip.
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