He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Ah, it must be Kanako, she's probably talking about what happened at the hospital yesterday.

Mr. Mori really deserved it. He was given so much time, yet he didn't confess a single thing. Where did he get the confidence to keep it a secret?

Are you worried that this kind of thing will lower your image in Attorney Fei's eyes?

Please, if you were to tell the truth about yesterday, say that you were used, and swear to change your ways, and then look at Kanako with the eyes of someone looking at a clown when she arrives, the lawyer will have a preconceived notion, and your image in her mind will only increase significantly.

Sigh, I gave you a chance but you didn't use it.

Hotaru glanced at Kogoro Mouri, then asked curiously, "After this incident, Attorney Kisaki, that lady, hasn't left at all?"

"I didn't notice, probably," Makoto Kyogoku said casually.

"...Were there any noteworthy opponents in the previous matches?"

"They all performed very well, but as long as Mori can maintain her previous level, no one can beat her." Kyogoku Makoto paused, tilting his head. "Attorney Kisaki? Those two who caused the trouble just now, were they Mori's parents?"

Seeing Hotaru nod, Kyogoku Makoto immediately frowned: "Won't this affect Mori-kun's competitive performance?"

"There will probably be some degree of it, but it's not a big problem; she can probably overcome it."

Ying Sheng thought for a moment, then went to the cheerleading squad of Beika High School and asked for a sign. He borrowed a pen, wrote a few big words on the back, and showed it to Xiao Lan.

—Trust her.

Upon seeing these words from afar, Xiaolan's eyes flickered slightly. She nodded and then turned her attention back to the match, no longer paying attention to the audience.

Upon witnessing this scene, Makoto Kyogoku couldn't help but remark, "Mizuki-kun is truly a good teacher and friend."

"Xiaolan understands the reasoning, but she hesitates from time to time. I haven't done anything."

Ying Sheng returned the sign to the cheerleaders and glanced towards the exit. There was a slight commotion there, but it wasn't enough to spread into the stadium.

Sonoko had been keeping an eye on the area and was quite restless. When Hotaru returned, she quickly came over and said, "Many people have already left over there. Why don't we sneak in too? We should at least see what happens next."

Ying Sheng sat back down in his seat: "Don't be anxious. The police haven't arrived yet. Kudo is probably maintaining order over there. If we go over there, we'll only cause him trouble."

"How could I cause trouble?"

Sonoko muttered something, but sat down quietly. She knew that even if she went out now, as long as the police didn't come, there wouldn't be any follow-up.

As a result, she waited and waited until Xiaolan won her second match and successfully advanced to the finals, but the police still didn't come.

The news of the death outside had gradually spread to the audience. Many people went out to take a look, but there was no further news. They waited for a while and then came back to continue watching the game. Strangely, the game was not paused.

"What's going on today? The police are so inefficient."

Sonoko frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then took out her phone and dialed the number of the security captain from before, asking if a lot of incidents had happened in Tokyo today.

Is the police overwhelmed with work?

The security captain immediately launched an investigation through various channels and within five minutes, the news of the unusual situation reached the young lady's ears.

In Shuangbao Town, an unknown yakuza organization and the police launched a large-scale shootout, and the police have no time to deal with minor matters.

Finally, the security captain added, "Miss, the person you asked me to remotely track and monitor earlier was driving a blue Dodge Viper SRT-10GTS sports car. She was traveling in roughly the same direction as Shuangbao Town, but beyond that, buildings blocked her view, so I couldn't see her anymore."

Sonoko thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Tell the police this information anonymously, saying that the other party is a sniper."

"Understood! Miss, are you sure you don't need a bodyguard?"

"No need, this is fine."

After hanging up the phone, Sonoko told Hotaru what she knew. Hotaru thought about it for a moment but didn't have many clues. The brewery, the forces behind Amuro Tooru, and the forces at the warehouse last night—it felt like any of them could be the ones fighting the police.

Even if Chianti went there, it would be completely unknown whether she went to fight or just watched from the sidelines.

"I wish the police a great victory and that they will wipe out the criminal gangs in one fell swoop."

Ying Sheng said this at the end.

He doesn't care how things develop.

[Killing Intent +1]

[Killing Intent +1]

[Killing Intent +1]

[Killing Intent +1]

…………

These prompts kept popping up in Ying Sheng's mind, giving him a joy akin to that of an old farmer harvesting a bountiful crop.

Because Junai Ruik secretly visited Hara Yoshiaki yesterday, many people probably realized that there was a mastermind behind these events.

How wonderful, so much killing intent!

Should we think of a way to make those people's murderous intent more clearly directed at him?

Ying Sheng stroked his chin. Forget it, killing intent is something easily obtained; there's no need to take any risks. Besides, he's not exactly alone now; he's involved with quite a few people.

Thinking of this, Hotaru dialed Amuro Tooru's number, which rang for three seconds before being hung up.

Still alive, not bad.

Ying Sheng dialed Yuan Jiaming's number again, but it was switched off. He didn't know who had him or whether the martial arts software was still available.

Ying Sheng chuckled and dialed the number of Sumiyoshi-kai's underling. He didn't really care about that kind of thing; it was just a pretense.

There are plenty of excellent programmers in the world; even if it's not Taku Itakura and Yoshiaki Hara, there are others.

Even if those two were truly the world's number one or two programmers, once they were chosen by Amuro Tooru, Hotaru would never entrust them with the programming requirements he actually needed to develop.

First, the experimental data of drug A were extrapolated;

Second, the formula for the human skin mask was estimated.

The two programs that Ying Sheng needs most are essentially not that different; the only difference is the underlying dataset, and they are simply exhaustive searches in a prescribed manner.

With the semi-finished program developed by Itakura Takumi for the brewery, even a genius can gradually improve it.

Yes, the unfinished program developed by Itakura Taku is of course in Hotaru's hands.

It has to be said that sometimes the FBI's name really comes in handy.

Just as Amuro Tooru had initially thought, Itakura Taku, who already had a tendency to flee abroad, was delighted by Miyano Akemi's remote control, and thought that he could now rest easy and breathe the sweet air under the beacon of freedom.

As part of the evidence against the winery, his unfinished software was, of course, handed over by him personally.

Unfortunately, he was later deceived by Vermouth, and it's unknown whether he revealed anything.

"President, what are your orders?"

The call was answered, and the person on the other end inquired respectfully.

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly: "How did I become the club president? What did I tell you guys last night?"

The person on the other end hurriedly replied, "It's not that I have any ulterior motives, it's just that President Shinbara gave us this morning's order. From now on, Mr. Ryuhoshi is also our president."

"That's it..."

Ying Sheng sighed softly, feeling that he was truly burdened with sins. "Do you know what the situation is like in Shuangbao Town?"

"All I know is that the police struck first; I know nothing else. If the president wants a detailed investigation, I..."

"No need. Find me a good programmer, someone obedient, a silver bullet approach, understand?"

"Understood, I will personally supervise!"

"Yes, I am very optimistic about you."

He drew a hollow promise, listened to the other end excitedly profess loyalty, then hung up the phone and explained to Sonoko, whose eyes were full of curiosity:

"It seems the private investigator and programmer I hired for that martial arts software have run away. I'll find another one."

"........."

Sonoko was quite speechless: "Can't you, a big shot in the yakuza world, do something productive?"

“I’m doing the right thing right now. What do you think the yakuza are like? They gather for profit, okay? It’s not like they have to fight and kill each other. The people in Shuangbao Town are the ones with problems. They’re having a large-scale shootout with the police. Are they crazy? Do they even know who they are?”

Ying Sheng opened a PDF and showed it to Yuan Zi. Yuan Zi glanced at the title and her eyes widened immediately.

"A proposal for the normalization of club operations?!"

Sonoko looked at Hotaru in shock: "You need to write proposals even in the yakuza? No, you want them to go legit?"

“There are plenty of yakuza annual meetings, it’s not like they’re in the news every year. What’s wrong with writing a proposal?” Hotaru told her to scroll down and continued, “Most people who come out to do Yakuza are, except for a few who are out of their minds, for the money.”

Why wouldn't they do legitimate business if it's profitable? There are tons of yakuza opening bubble tea shops these days, and soon there will be another yakuza-turned-reformer dessert shop in Beika Town. Let me tell you, their strawberry pudding is really delicious.”

While listening to Hotaru's words, Sonoko flipped through the proposal, feeling her head buzzing.

Is this still the same cold, ruthless, and devilish yakuza from the movies?

This this……

Doesn't this completely turn us into corporate slaves?!

Sonoko finally couldn't help but say it aloud, and Hotaru nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then asked in return:

"Isn't being a corporate slave good enough?"

"It's not that it's bad, it's just... um..."

Ying Sheng shook his head: "Of course, the term 'corporate slave' is not good. If you replace it with 'office worker' or 'white-collar worker,' wouldn't it be much better? Apart from those bosses who eat meat at the top, which of the underlings who are unhappy with their lives doesn't want to be a white-collar worker and start over?"

Most of them were young and naive, starting as delinquents and gradually sinking into this quagmire, with no way back.

Sonoko was silent for a moment, then asked with a strange expression, "How old are you this year?"

"...Just tell me if it's right or wrong."

"The idea is good, but they chose this path, so they might not be able to turn back."

"Ah."

Ying Sheng sneered: "Chiyoko wants to end the family's sinful legacy in her hands, and I want to help her. Those who are willing to reform will be given a chance, but those who are incorrigible, hey, that's not up to them."

Sonoko immediately became alert: "What do you want to do? You can't break the law!"

“I’ve done plenty of illegal things, and you’re telling me this?” Ying Sheng chuckled. “But I really don’t intend to go too far with this. Do you know what voluntary overtime is? Do you know about drug trials? These are all within the scope of the law.”

Alzheimer's disease?

Sonoko was startled: "You want to conduct human trials on that kind of drug?!"