Stay away from Conan.

The crisp click of a gun being cocked sounded particularly jarring in the otherwise silent room, forcing Gin to instinctively shift his gaze from Ran to the source of the sound—his pupils dilated slightly.

The kid who was lying on the ground was now half-kneeling up, holding his pistol with both hands, the muzzle pointing straight at himself.

Bathed in moonlight, Conan's noticeably youthful face revealed a mature and earnest look in his eyes, instantly making Gin's expression serious.

The kid's grip on the gun didn't seem awkward; his finger was already on the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment.

The girl in front of me also possessed karate skills far exceeding expectations, and she could not be easily subdued in a short period of time.

Once this brat fires, whether he hits or not, he'll create a huge commotion and attract attention—

No, we can't delay any longer.

Faced with the current situation, Gin quickly assessed the situation and realized that things were becoming unmanageable.

Not to mention that he himself would have difficulty subduing Xiao Lan in an instant, with a pistol lurking nearby, even he would not be able to perfectly handle such a situation.

At this point in his thoughts, there was no time for further consideration, but then a cold smile suddenly appeared on Gin's lips—

He actually moved!
Instead of retreating, he charged forward, heading straight for Xiaolan!
His speed was astonishing; his hand seemed to be carrying all his strength as he aimed straight for Xiaolan's throat.

This attack appeared to be completely unrestrained; whether its purpose was to capture or strike remains unknown, but the motive behind its actions is quite clear.

He wanted to use Ran to make Conan give in!
If Conan hesitates even slightly, Gin's plan will get one step closer. If Ran is used as a threat, then Conan will have little chance to fire his gun!
Ultimately, the concept of "left and right" is just the understanding of a high school student. At this moment, how much decisiveness can one possibly have?

As Gin made this move, Ran's pupils shrank, and she instinctively leaned back to avoid it, while trying to block with her hands crossed.

But it seems it's already too late—

"boom!"

However, just as Gin's fist slammed into her arms, the immense impact sent her staggering backward, her back slamming heavily against the wall. This almost instantly shattered Ran's defenses, and just as Gin was about to launch his next attack—

The gunshot rang out, deafeningly loud in the quiet night and in the dimly lit office room!
Gin felt as if the bullet had grazed past his face before embedding itself in the wall beside him. Instinctively, Gin's body stiffened abruptly.

This sudden change gave Ran a chance to react. She forcefully thrust her palm forward, aiming straight for Gin's jaw, catching Gin off guard and forcibly stopping his advance. This gave Ran the opportunity to immediately retreat from Gin's attack range by hugging the wall.

The sudden turn of events caused Gin to abruptly turn his head to look at Conan, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

This kid actually dared to fire a gun!
At that moment, Conan's hands, due to the recoil from the previous shot, and his childlike body unable to withstand it, caused the gun to momentarily lose its aim. He could only grip the pistol tightly to prevent it from slipping from his hands, but he was unable to fire again.

In this situation, Gin's mind raced, and he instantly changed his attack, no longer directly facing Ran. Instead, he took advantage of the moment when Conan was unable to fire a second shot and moved towards Conan—

Trouble.

At that moment, seeing the figure rushing towards him, Conan was greatly shocked. He realized that he was powerless to resist Gin. Once Gin took back the gun in his hand, he and Ran would be in grave danger.

Therefore, in that instant, after analyzing the current situation, Conan made a decisive choice—since he could not regain control of the pistol in a short time, it was a weapon that could not be used at the moment, and such a weapon was nothing but a burden.

Therefore, Conan simply stopped trying to hold onto the pistol, letting it slip from his grasp. Then, instinctively, he kicked the falling pistol towards Ran, using the opportunity to back away as much as possible, even falling backward unsteadily, trying to buy himself some more time before Gin caught him too late—

Although, this may not necessarily make sense.

He kicked the pistol toward Ran. Ran had never received professional training and probably couldn't threaten Gin with the pistol. At the same time, if he fell into Gin's hands and became his hostage, Ran would be immediately hampered.

Therefore, Conan was already in despair and didn't know how to deal with the situation next, so he could only subconsciously delay the opportunity a little longer...

Then, at that very moment, Conan, who was falling backward, quickly scanned his surroundings—

Watch-style tranquilizer gun!

What I couldn't find before is now right there on the ground, within my reach!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. As if grasping at a straw, Conan reached out and grabbed the wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun. Turning to face Gin, who was now right in front of him, Conan pulled the trigger.

At this point, there was no time to aim. Although hitting Gin at this distance shouldn't be difficult, the question remained: could the tranquilizer gun needle penetrate Gin's trench coat? Or, if Gin was wearing protective gear, causing the tranquilizer needle to fail to penetrate his body as expected? In that case, this single tranquilizer dart would be completely ineffective.

But at this moment, Conan had no time to think about all that—

I've done all I can; all that's left is to leave it to fate...

With his eyes wide open, Conan stared intently at Gin in front of him, showing no sign of backing down. Even if this injection failed, he would face the result head-on.

And so, under Conan's watchful eye, Gin, who had been charging forward with great momentum, suddenly froze, his face showing shock, followed by confusion and a sense of exhaustion...

Then, as if realizing something, Gin suddenly leaped towards the spot where the moonlight was streaming in, towards the window of the detective agency not far behind him—

He smashed the window and jumped out!

Seeing this, Ran hadn't yet realized what was going on, but Conan already understood, and at the same time, he couldn't help but admire Gin's reaction.

The anesthetic needle hit its mark.

The anesthetic drug works extremely quickly; so far, people like Uncle Mori have collapsed almost immediately after being hit, but Gin was able to hold on for a moment and even make a decision in that instant, choosing to forcibly leave the agency.

However, the anesthetic injection will eventually take full effect, so how far can Gin run?
Conan's hand holding the tranquilizer gun slowly fell to his sides, and he collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, his heart was still pounding wildly, his ears were ringing, and he was still not out of the state he had just been in.

After catching his breath, Conan forced himself to get up and quickly went to the window, peering out to try and spot Gin.

But where is Gin?
Instead, there seemed to be a long silver wig hanging in the flowerbed outside… (End of Chapter)