I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

The warehouse was dimly lit, with only a single exposed incandescent light bulb overhead swaying, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Xiao Wu was tightly bound with hemp rope, his face was bruised and purple, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried into dark red marks.

But his injuries are far more than these.

Two bodyguards stood beside him, taking turns punching and shoving at him with their shoes.

The dull thud of a fist hitting ribs and the thud of a leather shoe kicking a back echoed alternately in the warehouse, interspersed with Xiao Wu's suppressed groans.

Hatamoto Gozo stood two steps away, slamming his cane heavily on the floor. His voice was filled with barely suppressed rage: "Hit him! Hit him hard! Don't hold back!"

Upon hearing this, the two bodyguards exchanged a glance, then attacked even more fiercely.

One of them bent down, grabbed Xiao Wu by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground, while the other punched him hard in the stomach.

Xiao Wu arched his back like a folded piece of paper, and a mouthful of bloody saliva gushed from his mouth.

The bodyguard let go, and he fell back to the ground like a bag of cement.

The two bodyguards were also filled with lingering fear.

If I were the one guarding the gate, I might be the one getting beaten to death!

The thought fueled their anger, and they increased the force of their footing.

Hatamoto Gozo stood to the side, looking at the figure curled up on the ground, his anger surging so intensely he could barely contain it.

His anger stemmed from a simple reason.

He truly trusted this person!

He knew perfectly well that Xiao Wu's real name was Cai Chengwu, and that he was the son of the rival he had driven to his death, but he still gave him a chance, letting him join the Hatamoto Group and even promising to let him marry his most beloved granddaughter.

He thought he could influence the other person, that time could dilute hatred. And what happened?

This man appeared on the ship fully armed, carrying a submachine gun and a whole bag of explosives, clearly intending to kill his entire family.

Thinking this, Hatamoto Gozo slammed his cane heavily on the floor again, his voice almost squeezed out through clenched teeth: "Beat them! Beat them to death! If anyone dies, I'll take responsibility!"

After hearing their boss say those words, the two bodyguards no longer had any reservations.

One of them kicked Xiao Wu in the ribs with a crisp crack, and Xiao Wu let out a piercing scream.

Qiu Jiang, who was standing next to her, covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes curving into crescent moons; she was secretly laughing!

She was celebrating wildly in her heart: the wedding was completely ruined, the dragon man was dead, and the inheritance would be in her hands, so she could spend it however she wanted.

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, but on the surface she still put on a worried expression, her acting skills were superb.

On the other side, Mariko Hatamoto and Shoji Hatamoto had much more complex expressions, a mixture of joy and fear.

The good news is that with Xiao Wu's accident, the wedding was canceled, and there's a renewed opportunity to fight for the lucrative inheritance rights.

What's frightening is that this kid originally planned to wipe out their whole family. Just thinking about the C4 explosives in his backpack sends chills down my spine.

Xia Jiang stood at the back of the crowd, her face deathly pale.

She looked at the person on the ground who had been beaten beyond recognition.

The person who gently held her hand this morning, and who stood with her on the deck receiving blessings from the guests!

But now...

She felt like the whole world was spinning.

She desperately wanted to rush forward and stand in front of Xiao Wu, but she couldn't!

Did Xiao Wu really want to kill her whole family?

Looking into his bloodshot eyes, Xia Jiang saw apology, helplessness, and many other things that she couldn't quite make out.

But even all those things combined couldn't offset the sense of betrayal she felt at that moment.

Her body swayed, then everything went black, and she collapsed softly to the ground.

"Natsue!" Hatamoto Gozo called out, rushing forward to support her. Then, turning to the people beside him, he yelled, "Quick! Take her to the infirmary!"

Two maids quickly ran over to help Xia Jiang up, and they hurried out of the warehouse.

After watching his granddaughter being taken away, Hatamoto Gozo wearily waved his hand and said to the two bodyguards, "Lock him up here. Lock the door."

After he finished speaking, he leaned on his cane, turned around, and walked out.

The others gradually left the warehouse.

The iron gate was closed from the outside, followed by the click of the lock turning.

Xiao Wu lay motionless on the cold floor.

After a very long time, he finally slowly emerged from that chaotic state of consciousness.

He opened his swollen eyelids, stared at the swaying incandescent light bulb above his head for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The scene that had happened in the elevator a few hours earlier kept replaying in his mind.

He was fully armed, carrying enough explosives to destroy half a ship, and his waist and hands were full of weapons.

Before he could even fire a single shot, he was taken down by a primary school student wearing a bow tie with a tranquilizer dart.

Xiao Wu lay on the floor, feeling more and more remorseful, and increasingly feeling like a complete waste of his life!

He even felt that today's failure was a greater blow than when his father jumped off the building years ago.

He was too young to do anything back then.

But today he's not a child anymore; he has a gun and explosives, yet he still got outsmarted by a little kid with glasses!

He closed his eyes and made a solemn vow in his heart!

If God gave him another chance, he would never be soft-hearted again.

He would pull the trigger the instant he saw that bespectacled kid.

Just as he made up his mind about this...

Two muffled thuds came from outside the door.

thump! thump!

Xiao Wu suddenly opened his eyes.

His heart suddenly raced!

He had heard that sound just a few hours earlier.

That was the sound of a person falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the warehouse's iron gate was opened from the outside.

A figure walked in against the light in the corridor.

Xiao Wu squinted, trying hard to see the person's face clearly.

When that person stepped into the light, Xiao Wu's pupils suddenly contracted!

The person who came in looked exactly like him.

The face, the clothes, the hairstyle, even the position of the mole on the corner of the mouth were exactly the same.

He paused for two seconds, then reacted and tentatively asked in a cautious tone, "Vermouth...sir?"

It wasn't Vermouth who came in, but Lin Shen.

He used the command to change the model, transforming himself into Xiao Wu.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and glanced at Xiao Wu, who was lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face. He couldn't help but click his tongue, his tone filled with undisguised disdain:

"I'm not Vermouth... How could you be so useless? You got taken down by a kid?"

Xiao Wu struggled to his feet, his whole body aching as if he had been run over by a car, but he gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and spoke in a hoarse, ashamed voice:

"I'm...I'm sorry. I was too careless. I promise I won't make the same mistake again."

Lin Shen said irritably, "There's going to be a next time? There won't be. You stay here obediently. I'll take care of the others for you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Xiao Wu suddenly raised his head, struggled to his knees from a crawling position, and kowtowed heavily in Lin Shen's direction, his voice filled with an almost broken plea:

"Please—let me do this myself!"

"I won't make the same mistake again! Please!"

His forehead was pressed against the floor, and his voice was trembling.

Lin Shen stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, looked at the figure kneeling on the ground, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Fine. I'll give you one more chance."

He casually tossed the submachine gun toward Xiao Wu, saying, "You go first. If you can't handle it—I'll just take you out and save my time."

Xiao Wu caught the submachine gun, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then pushed himself up to stand.

Without saying a word, he picked up his gun and walked out of the warehouse.

He walked through the corridor, turned a corner, and headed towards the banquet hall.

He had just turned the corner when he bumped into a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old.

The little boy was wearing a dark blue polo shirt and holding a glass of juice; he looked like he had just come from the restaurant.

When he saw Xiao Wu, he was stunned for a moment.

He recognized the face; he knew it was the groom who had killed someone.

Then a clear look of fear appeared on his face, and he turned and ran.

Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment as he looked at the little boy's back.

It was a child.

A child with whom I have no grudge.

But then the scene in the elevator a few hours earlier flashed through his mind.

The bespectacled kid looked at him innocently, and then, the instant he turned around, he ambushed him with a tranquilizer dart!

He won't make the same mistake again.

Xiao Wu raised his submachine gun!

Pull the trigger!

Da da da da!

Gunshots rang out in the corridor, echoing for a long time before dissipating.

Lin Shen stood in the shadows behind, watching the small figure lying on the ground, then seeing Xiao Wu's back as he continued walking forward with his gun in hand. He nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "Well done."

Xiao Wu heard those words.

He didn't turn around.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to look at the corpse lying in the corridor, and walked step by step toward the banquet hall, gun in hand.

There was no more hesitation in his eyes.