Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

The atmosphere in the restaurant froze instantly.

Two burly security guards, wielding stun guns and looking furious, rushed over, followed by several terrified female customers who were pointing at Gin and vodka and loudly accusing them.

Vodka turned green with fright and instinctively protested, "No, no! It's a misunderstanding! It's a huge misunderstanding! My brother just..."

"Grab them!" the security captain roared, brandishing his stun gun as he charged forward.

He wouldn't listen to their explanations.

Gin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He had never been treated like this in his life, caught red-handed as a pervert.

He instinctively reached for the gun, but when his fingers touched the cold grip, reason returned.

If you fire here, tomorrow's Tokyo headlines will be...

Members of a mysterious organization arrested for peeping into women's restrooms; gunfight breaks out at a restaurant.

"Vodka, keep it low-key."

Gin squeezed out three words through clenched teeth, his voice terrifyingly low.

"Understood, keep a low profile." Vodka wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This matter cannot be blown out of proportion.

Exposing the organization is a small matter; losing face is a big deal.

Diners turned their heads and pointed.
"Oh my, he looks so respectable, but I never expected him to be such a scoundrel."

"Yeah, that silver-haired guy actually looks pretty handsome, but I never expected him to be so dark inside."

"This kind of person should be sent to the Metropolitan Police Department!"

Gin's lips twitched, and his knuckles cracked.

He really wanted to kill all of these ignorant civilians.

"Let's go first," Gin said in a low voice.

"Yes."

The two easily knocked the security guard to the ground, then covered their faces and left.

As he left, Gin glanced at someone.

Zheng Yi and the other diners were indignantly cursing the guy who forced his way into the women's restroom.

Seeing the security guard fall to the ground, they incited the male diners to go and help him, and several people even chased after him with stools.

Gin and Vodka could only speed up their pace to run out, constantly pushing aside people blocking their way and dodging chairs flying from behind.

A thin man wearing a gray jacket and a baseball cap stared blankly at the scene before him.

He is Gin's trading partner tonight, a middleman who specializes in reselling arms intelligence.

He arrived at the "Swan Pavilion" restaurant as agreed, ready to make a deal with the legendary, mysterious, ruthless, and fearsome "Black Organization".

However, the sight before him stunned him.

What he saw was not some mysterious agent, but a silver-haired man awkwardly adjusting his collar.

Another burly man frantically picked up his sunglasses from the ground and hurriedly caught up with the fleeing people ahead, muttering, "We're really not perverts."

"This...this is the Black Organization?"

The middleman's mouth dropped open, and his expression instantly turned to disdain.

The last time we met, these two were quite imposing, especially the silver-haired man, whose aura was so intimidating that people didn't dare to speak.

Before he came this time, he made thorough preparations, even going to the zoo to stare at tigers to test his courage.

The results of it?
The two men forced their way into the women's restroom and were chased until they were covered in sweat, looking like two low-level thugs who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"It's so...so embarrassing."

After running away and making sure no one was chasing him, he made sure he was out of the running.

Vodka blushed, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Gin took a deep breath, straightened his disheveled tie, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

After a while, the middleman arrived.

The middleman, barely suppressing a laugh and feeling a sense of shame at having made a deal with such a person, led Gin and Vodka to another restaurant.

"Gentlemen, this way please."

Throughout the journey, Vodka kept muttering to himself, "Brother, I think the guy we were dealing with was giving us weird looks."

"Shut up."

Gin said coldly, kicking open the door to the private room.

The middleman sat at the table, looking at the two men in front of him, all his awe had vanished.

He even began to wonder if he had been scammed, and whether these two people were actors who had escaped from a circus.
Did you bring the items?

Gin sat in the main seat, his expression cold, showing no trace of his earlier disheveled state.

Vodka sat next to Gin, trying to appear inscrutable and salvage some of the organization's reputation.

The middleman took a key out of his pocket and placed it on the table, but his eyes couldn't help but dart towards Gin's trouser leg.

While he was struggling at the toilet door, Gin's trouser leg was stepped on, and there's still a clear shoe print on it.

“I brought… um, I wanted to ask something,” the middleman finally couldn’t help but ask cautiously, “What was it about in the women’s restroom just now…?”

Vodka was about to explain when Gin glared at him.

"That's a top-secret operation for our organization; you have no right to know."

The middleman nodded.

Spying on women while they use the toilet is indeed a highly confidential matter and cannot be discussed in detail.

Gin coldly picked up the keys, tossed down a wad of cash, and said, "The money's here. Deal done."

After saying that, he got up to leave, not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer.

The middleman watched them leave and couldn't help but shake his head: "What a despicable organization..."

Although he spoke very softly, Gin, with his sharp ears, still heard it.

Gin paused for a moment; he really wanted to turn around and shoot this clueless middleman.

But in the end, he was still stopped by vodka.

Vodka gave Gin a meaningful look.

'Brother, we haven't gotten the goods yet. Let him live a couple more days.'

"Walk."

He gritted his teeth and said to vodka.

The two of them fled the restaurant in a disheveled state, one after the other.

Outside the restaurant, the night breeze blew.

Vodka looked at his older brother's face, which was so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and said cautiously, "Brother, actually... that woman really does look a bit like Sherry..."

He didn't actually see anyone who looked like Sherry; he was just trying to comfort Gin.

"If you bring this up again, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish," Gin said coldly, before getting into his Porsche.

Unfortunately, Gin didn't appreciate it at all.

Vodka shrank back and quickly followed.

"I suspect that we were set up by Zheng Yi today," Gin said coldly in the car.

"what?"

Vodka was confused. Although Zheng Yi was indeed present today, he was only there to kick someone when they were down.

We're in such a mess, and people are misunderstanding us. Isn't it all because you, brother, are seeing things and insisted on barging into the women's restroom?
"That's right, it must be that bastard!" Vodka exclaimed indignantly.

Inside the restaurant, Zheng Yi grinned and sneered, joining the other diners in cursing the two bastards who had forced their way into the women's restroom.

After a long and furious scolding, Zheng Yi finally returned to have dinner with Xiao Ai.

"I never imagined Gin would be that kind of person," Masakazu said, craning his neck and bringing his face close to Ai's. Ai, drinking her juice, had already suppressed her earlier fear.

When she bumped into Gin at the entrance of the women's restroom, she was terrified and didn't even know how she got back.

When she regained consciousness, she was already sitting next to Zheng Yi, listening to Zheng Yi shouting to catch the pervert.

"He must have seen me go into the bathroom," Ai said.

"Is it exciting?" Zheng Yi asked.

Ai nodded.

It's certainly exciting, but you can't have too much of that kind of excitement, or it's bad for your heart.

Ai took a big gulp of juice and took a deep breath.

"Luckily I turned back in time, otherwise Gin would have caught me," Ai said.

She glanced at Zheng Yi and said with a hint of reproach, "I shouldn't have agreed to come out with you today."

Nothing good ever comes from going out with him.

Last time I went to buy a bag, I ran into Gin and almost got caught. This time I ran into Gin again, and I was only one step away from being caught.

I will never come out again.

Zheng Yi, however, said optimistically, "The fact that I wasn't caught by Gin twice means that destiny is on your side. I won't have to worry about coming out again."

"Pooh!"

Even going out has become a matter of fate.

No matter what Shoichi says, Ai isn't going to listen to his nonsense.

If this continues, her delicate heart won't be able to take it.

Hearing the diners around her whispering that Gin and his friend were perverts, Ai listened intently, enjoying the feeling of belittling Gin.

“They’re not entirely wrong to call Gin a pervert,” Zheng Yi suddenly said.

"Oh?" Ai looked at Masakazu.

He rested his chin on the table and lowered his voice, saying, "If Gin wasn't a pervert, could he have kept staring at the women's restroom door? If he wasn't staring at the women's restroom door, could he have seen you go in?"

"what?"

Ai looked at Shoichi, her eyes blinking.

That makes sense.

"It could just be a coincidence," Ai said uncertainly.

"No no no."

Masakazu shook his head and said to Ai Haibara, "Besides you, there's also Mary Akai and Conan in the restaurant."

"Ok?"

Ai was about to look up when Zheng Yi pressed her hand down, and she heard him say, "They're gone."

Zheng Yi said furtively, "Like you, their bodies also changed during the meal. Both of them went to the restroom, and Gin saw it."

Some were even curious about Conan: a high school student went in, but an elementary school student came out, so Vodka had to go to the men's room to find someone.

After he finished speaking, Zheng Yi didn't see any "I see" expression on Ai's face. Instead, she looked puzzled.

Zheng Yi was completely baffled.

Shouldn't you feel like, 'So Gin really is a pervert after all'?

What are you wondering about?
Ai lowered her voice as well and asked, "How did you know?"

"what?"

Ai said furtively, "Actually, you were watching the restroom too, so that's how you knew what Gin was doing, right?"

Without waiting for Masakazu's reply, Ai Haibara gave him an "I see" look.

"I saw Gin first, and only after I kept staring at him did I realize what Gin was doing," Shoichi explained.

Ai shook her head.

"You don't need to explain, I believe you," Ai comforted Shoichi, patting him on the shoulder.

I believe you~
"I don't have it."

"I really believe you," Ai said. "Ah!"

He grabbed Ai's face with one hand and pinched it until it turned red.

Ai grabbed Shoichi's arm and said with dissatisfaction, "I already said I believe you, what more do you want?"

He said expressionlessly, "I just want to bully you, there's no reason."

……

There was now a woman in the black Porsche.

Vermouth looked curiously at Gin and Vodka in the front seat and asked, puzzled, "Shoichi said you did something disrespectful."

A black Porsche sped along the overpass late at night.

The atmosphere inside the car was tense and confrontational.

Vermouth leaned back lazily in her leather chair, toying with an unlit cigarette in her hand, her gaze shifting back and forth between Gin's taut jawline and Vodka's stiff back of the head.

The only sound in the carriage was the low rumble of the engine, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Hey, don't be so serious, Gin."

Vermouth finally spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery, as if she had discovered some incredible secret.

"Zhengyi just messaged me, saying that you two did something at the restaurant... well, a very 'undignified' thing. It made him laugh so hard he couldn't stand up straight."

Vodka, who was focused on driving, suddenly jerked his hand on the steering wheel upon hearing this, and the wheels made a "clunk" sound as they passed over the seams of the road.

He glanced at Gin guiltily, feeling as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, and dared not utter a single word, only burying his head even lower.

Gin didn't move, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Oh? What did he say?" Gin's voice was so calm that it revealed no emotion.

Vermouth's lips curled into a meaningful smile. She leaned forward slightly, leaned close to Gin's ear, and whispered:
"Zhengyi said that in order to track down Sherry's whereabouts, you actually..."

At this point, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, her shoulders trembling slightly, but she didn't continue.

Gin's pupils contracted slightly.

Vodka.

Gin suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice shards.

"Yes, yes! Big brother!" Vodka was so startled that he almost stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.

"When did Zheng Yi have time to manage the organization's operations?" Gin asked slowly and deliberately.

Vodka stammered, "I...I don't know...maybe...probably..."

"Shut up."

Gin interrupted his illogical remarks: "Vermouth, Shoichi loves to embellish trivial matters and turn them into jokes."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes.

"He just made things up to disgust me."

"Is that so..." Vermouth leaned back in her chair thoughtfully, feeling a little disappointed.

In fact, Vermouth had no idea what exactly this "undignified thing" that Zheng Yi was talking about was.

He was just pretending to know, trying to get the information out of Gin, but unfortunately Gin wasn't fooled.

As for how we can guess that it's related to Sulli.

Now, the only thing Shoichi can be doing with Gin is related to Sherry.

Gin stared blankly ahead.

Not a single word of tonight's events can be revealed. (End of Chapter)