Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped Bruce's heart.

He had never felt this way before.

Even though I've had several near-death experiences in the past, I've never had such a strong warning.

After he left that coffee shop, sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

Bruce's ability to escape death multiple times relies on this mysterious sixth sense and powerful intuition.

Those who walk on the edge of life and death—that's true top-tier talent.

"Sir, we've arrived." The driver turned around and called out twice before the assassin came to his senses.

I don't know what this person was thinking the whole way; he didn't respond when I spoke.

Bruce threw down a banknote, hurriedly got out of the car, and went into the hotel.

He moved out of the Mihua Restaurant this evening and into a small, ordinary-looking hotel.

"There's something strange about this place."

"I don't know what's going on!" Bruce had barely entered the room when he started making a phone call.

This feeling of being shrouded in dark clouds is completely incomprehensible.

“Don’t worry, Bruce, I had someone do a divination for you online, and they said your dream will definitely come true this time.” The male voice on the other end of the phone was quite young, probably in his early twenties.

"Online?"

"You didn't leak my information, did you?" Bruce didn't like these kinds of online shady dealings.

He wouldn't have cooperated with this young man if the other party hadn't been an extremely skilled hacker.

As times progress, our companions must not stand still.

"of course not."

"I only mentioned your birthday, I didn't say your name or anything," the young man opposite said with a smile.

That master is very skilled at divination.

I told you you would succeed, this trip will definitely be fine.

"If I still feel this way tomorrow, then we'll have to abandon this mission." Bruce didn't believe in any of that bullshit fortune-telling.

Those people only say meaningless things; your life is your own.

"But the price that organization offered..." The young man on the other end of the line seemed hesitant.

Sake makes one's face flushed, and wealth stirs the heart; are temptations so easy to resist?

"Don't worry, I won't let you work for nothing," Bruce said expressionlessly, looking out the window.

Since everyone is united for mutual benefit, and I need to temporarily terminate this agreement, I naturally have to offer some compensation.

“That’s not what I meant. That organization is too powerful and a bit difficult to deal with,” the young man opposite him continued.

We're probably being watched.

"Never mind all that. Something's not right these past few days. Help me come up with a few evacuation plans," Bruce decided.

"Don't worry, the identity I gave you is absolutely fine..."

Suddenly, the young man's voice on the other end stopped abruptly, and the call was interrupted.

Bruce glanced at his phone signal; there was no problem.

It's even less likely that the other party will experience a signal interruption.

“Mr. Bruce, I’m sorry to interrupt your call, but the police arrived much faster than I expected.”

Just then, the phone in my hand suddenly rang.

"Who are you!" A look of surprise flashed in Bruce's eyes.

This is probably an even more skilled hacker who silently tampered with his own phone.

"You may not know me, but you must know my partner."

“The Dark Knight,” Hiroki said with a smile.

"..."

Bruce threw the phone out the window.

Damn it, let's run!
Why does it look like a ghost?

In his more than two decades-long career, Bruce had never felt this way before, not even when he was doing the dirty work or taking the blame. He had never felt manipulated like this. (Clean up the traces.)

Two minutes later, Bruce walked out of the hotel.

In the distance, several police cars drove by with their lights flashing.

I've been here for two days, and this wretched place never seems to have a moment's peace.

The assassin pulled his hat down low and threw all the identity information his hacker accomplice had given him into the trash can.

This wasn't his first time working in Japan; he knew how to leave safely.

There are always some local bullies who take money to do things.

Bruce concealed his tracks and arrived at a noisy bar.

The environment was a bit messy, filled with smoke, making people feel dizzy.

He gave his name and was led by a man dressed as a bodyguard wearing sunglasses through a long corridor to a private room.

There were more than a dozen men and women in the private room.

"Boss, someone's looking for you!"

The man in sunglasses had already searched the foreign man's body, and walked over to the man sitting in the middle wearing a floral shirt and whispered in his ear.

This person knows the rules.

"Sit down. Just tell me what you need. There's nothing money can't buy!" The man in the floral shirt was all over women, acting very dissolute, and spoke with the air of a big shot.

“I’m leaving, tonight,” Bruce said, taking a stack of pre-prepared banknotes from his pocket and placing them on the table.

All prices are in US dollars, and the prices are much higher than usual.

The man in the floral shirt picked up the banknotes on the table, pinched them between his fingers, quickly glanced at them, and then his smile widened.

"No problem, we'll arrange it right away. There's a boat available tonight."

"Do we still need a passport? Once we arrive, we can just take a plane and leave."

Upon hearing this, Bruce took out another stack of banknotes.

He openly displayed his entire fortune, so you don't need to worry about him cheating you.

"Great idea, go ahead, sit with the boss for a bit, I'll make the arrangements." The man in the floral shirt pinched the scantily clad woman beside him, laughed heartily, and took the phone to the restroom.

Bruce stared blankly at the woman who had squeezed next to him.

He's not a saint, but he can't muster any interest at times like this.

"Don't worry, everything's taken care of. Someone will take your photo in a bit, and you'll have your passport when you get off the ship."

The man in the floral shirt came out of the restroom and gave an OK sign.

Who cares who you are, as long as there's money to be made!
Hearing this, Bruce relaxed a little and took a sip of a beer.

at this time.

"Boom!"

A burly man in black, who was guarding the door, smashed open the door of the private room and flew in.

"Mr. Bruce, are you in such a hurry to leave?"

A man shrouded in darkness appeared, his voice icy and chilling.

You haven't felt the warmth and hospitality of us Mihua people yet.

"Black, black, the Dark Knight?!" The man in the floral shirt, who had been so arrogant just moments before, completely softened and was too frightened to speak.

"How did you find your way here?" Bruce stood up and asked, frowning.

It came, that feeling of trepidation.

"This doesn't seem to be a particularly secluded location."

Lin Feng looked at the floral shirt lying sprawled on the sofa.

Just one glance and the man in the floral shirt felt like he was going to die.

The legend isn't false...

Looking at the foreign man, the woman in the floral shirt wanted nothing more than to tear the bastard to pieces.

Brother, what have you attracted...? (End of Chapter)