I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 649 Human Trafficking Organization (1 Updates)
Deep within Tokyo's Ginza district, a members-only club called "Moonlight" stands quietly in the most inconspicuous corner.

From the outside, it is just one of the many upscale places in this city that never sleeps, with obsidian walls reflecting the city's neon lights and golden plaques peeking out under the lights.

Only members who have undergone rigorous screening can enter and enjoy the extremely private services offered there.

Yumi Miyamoto's eyes lit up the moment she stepped into the hall. The marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, a custom-made Czech crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and several original oil paintings adorned the walls. She recognized one of them as the work of a well-known modern painter.

The air was filled with the subtle scent of cedar and amber, and the waiters, dressed in expensive Italian bespoke suits, moved silently among the guests, carrying silver platters.

"The cost of one night here must be equivalent to my monthly salary, right?" Miyamoto Yumi said in a low voice to Sato Miwako beside her, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Miwako Sato frowned slightly; her detective instincts made her more vigilant than the average person.

She noticed that the club's security system was exceptionally tight, with hidden cameras at almost every corner, and the waiters moved with a lightness that made them seem more like specially trained personnel than ordinary waiters.

Miike Naeko nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, muttering to herself, "Should we really have come to a place like this? We have to go to work tomorrow."

"Relax, Miao Zi!" Miyamoto Yumi put her arm around her shoulder. "It's no big deal to go out and have some fun once in a while. Look at those three gentlemen who invited us, their suits are custom-made Armani, and their watches are Patek Philippe. These are rare, high-quality resources!"

The three men at the front seemed very familiar with the place.

The leader was a man in his thirties with neatly combed slicked-back hair who called himself Yamashita.

The slightly younger man on the left, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, introduced himself as Ito.

The physically robust man on the right was to be called Kenji.

“This is a place we often come to,” Yamashita said with a smile. “The private room is ready, and we’ll make sure everyone has a great time tonight.”

Yumi Miyamoto was secretly delighted.

She hadn't felt this thrill of "hunting for women" for a long time, ever since she unexpectedly obtained a sum of money from that gang of thugs.

Although the amount of money was not small, it was not a long-term solution to simply live off it; finding a long-term source of income was the best course of action.

She had already started calculating the net worth of these three "sugar daddies" in her mind.

Miwako Sato, however, felt a vague unease.

As an experienced detective, she noticed that although the men were dressed expensively, some small details did not match their attire.

The callus on the tiger's mouth of Yamashita's right hand is more likely caused by holding a gun for a long time than a golf club.

Behind Ito's gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of overly sharp eyes.

Kenji walks with a steady and coordinated gait, clearly indicating that he has received professional training.

However, the thought that Shiraishi Eya was also with them made her feel less worried.

The other party had identified these people before he did.

Shiraishi E leisurely followed at the back of the group, looking around at the club's interior decoration.

The group arrived at a private room called "Amber Room".

After bowing, the two waiters pushed open the heavy solid wood door, and the scene inside surprised even the well-traveled Miwako Sato.

The private room was the size of a regular apartment, with a soft Persian handmade carpet on the floor and murals in the style of Japanese Ukiyo-e inlaid with real gold leaf on the walls.

In the center is a set of Italian leather sofas, in front of which is a coffee table made from a single piece of ebony wood, on which various exquisite snacks and fruits are already laid out.

What's most amazing is that an entire wall is made of one-way glass, offering a panoramic view of the bustling main street of Ginza, while the interior remains completely invisible from the outside.

"Wow! This is so luxurious!" Miyamoto Yumi couldn't help but exclaim, which immediately earned her a satisfied smile from Yamashita.

"Please make yourself at home. All expenses tonight will be covered." Yamashita generously gestured, then beckoned to the waiter, "Two bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne, and a bottle of Yamazaki 25-year-old whisky."

Miyamoto Yumi quickly calculated the expense in her mind, her eyes shining even brighter.

She quickly sat down next to Yamashita and began to use her skilled flirting techniques: "Mr. Yamashita, you are so generous. May I ask what industry you work in?"

Sato Miwako and Miike Naeko were led by Ito and Kenji to sit on either side of the sofa.

Eri Shiraishi sat alone in an armchair near the door, watching this scene with a meaningful smile on her lips.

"Looks like I'm superfluous..." Shiraishi E spread her hands, feigning disappointment: "Then should I leave?"

Yamashita laughed heartily: "Don't worry, I've already called a friend over to keep you company."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the private room was gently pushed open, and a woman in a dark blue evening gown walked in.

She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an elegant demeanor and beautiful appearance, but there was a hint of indifference in her eyes.

“This is Masako, our club’s VIP consultant,” Yamashita introduced. “She’s here specifically to keep you company.” The woman named Masako smiled slightly, naturally sat down next to Shiraishi E, and began to pour him wine: “I heard you are a very rare guest, so please make sure I treat you well tonight.”

Seeing this, Miyamoto Yumi breathed a sigh of relief. Now she didn't have to worry about Shiraishi E ruining her "fishing for a rich man" plan.

She refocused her attention on Yamashita and began to flatter him even more fervently.

Although Sato Miwako outwardly conversed with Ito, her detective instincts kept her constantly on guard.

She noticed that the men were being overly enthusiastic in urging her to drink. She didn't want to drink at first, but then she thought, how can I fish if I don't drink?
Anyway, with Shiraishi-kun around, everything will be fine!
With that in mind, Sato Miwako started drinking.

Miike Naoko, who has the lowest alcohol tolerance, was already flushed and began to slur her words after Kenji's repeated urging to drink.

Yumi Miyamoto was completely immersed in her dream of "marrying a rich man," drinking one cup after another without refusing any offer.

Emi Shiraishi and Masako seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation, drinking one glass of wine after another.

This made the latter beam with joy!

In less than thirty minutes, the situation began to deteriorate rapidly.

Michi Miko was the first to give up and collapsed unconscious on the coffee table.

Yumi Miyamoto swayed as she stood up, wanting to say something, but suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and she slumped back onto the sofa.

Sato Miwako knew something was wrong, so she pretended to feel dizzy and held her forehead while secretly observing the situation. However, she soon felt a strong wave of dizziness and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Finally, it was Shiraishi E's turn. He skillfully shook his head a few times, then "weakly" leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

After confirming that all four people were "unconscious," the atmosphere in the private room changed instantly.

The obsequious smile on Yamashita's face vanished, replaced by a cold and stern expression.

He walked to the door, made sure it was locked, and then nodded to the others.

"This is a good haul," Ito said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and calmly assessing the situation. "Three beautiful women and one handsome man, all of good quality."

Masako got up and walked to Shiraishi E's side, gently tracing his cheek with her finger: "Yeah, especially this handsome guy. He's young, good-looking, and has a habit of working out. He's in great shape. We could keep him locked up for years! He could fetch a high price."

Kenji looked at Miyamoto Yumi, who was slumped on the sofa, with some disdain: "This woman must be the cheapest one, right? She can drink so much, she must have ruined her health! And she's thinking about hooking up with rich guys. With such low taste, it's a miracle anyone even wants her."

“That’s true.” Yamashita nodded. “The short-haired girl is lively, cheerful and outgoing, while the girl with the ponytail is introverted. Both of these are very popular personalities on the black market.”

"As usual, take a photo first and send it to the customer for pre-selection."

Ito took out a miniature camera from his suit pocket and began taking pictures of the four unconscious men from multiple angles: "This batch is indeed top-notch, especially that handsome guy, he should fetch a sky-high price. That gentleman from Southeast Asia likes this type."

Masako chuckled softly, "Isn't that right? The last one only lasted for six months before it gave out. I hope this one can last longer."

They worked together skillfully, clearly not for the first time.

He walked up to a ukiyo-e mural and pressed a button in an inconspicuous spot in the lower right corner of the image.

With an almost inaudible mechanical whirring, the entire wall slowly slid away, revealing a hidden passage behind it.

The cold, glaring lights in the corridor contrasted sharply with the warm tones of the private rooms.

The walls are made of undecorated stainless steel, while the floor is made of easy-to-clean epoxy resin, giving it a cold and professional feel.

Kenji pushed out four folding wheelchairs from the passageway one after another. When unfolded, they looked no different from ordinary wheelchairs used in hospitals.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that these wheelchairs have more restraint straps, and the wheels are designed to be almost silent.

The four women skillfully placed the unconscious Sato Miwako, Miyamoto Yumi, and Miike Naeko into wheelchairs and secured their hands and feet with restraints. As Masako and Kenji approached Shiraishi E, an unexpected incident occurred.

Just as they bent down to lift him up, Shiraishi E's eyes suddenly snapped open.

His movements were lightning fast; he pulled a tranquilizer gun from his pocket and repeatedly pulled the trigger on the four men.

"Ugh!" Yamashita only had time to utter a short cry of surprise before feeling a strong numbness spread rapidly from his neck to his whole body, and he collapsed to the ground.

Before the other three could react, three tiny anesthetic needles precisely struck their necks.

"You!" Masako opened her eyes wide, staring at Shiraishi E in disbelief, before her consciousness rapidly faded and she collapsed to the ground.

In less than five seconds, all four human traffickers had collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"A human trafficking organization? Interesting? Tonight won't be boring." Shiraishi E smiled, feeling that she could unlock another part of the map.

(End of this chapter)