Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

No...how can your travel itinerary change so suddenly without any discussion?

While having a driver with good eyesight certainly makes things more convenient, it's still someone else's property after all. How could you all just jump in without a second thought?

Or...is this something they're already used to?

"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's game."

"Yes~ What do you think, Uozuka-sensei?"

"......Alas~"

He was so tired that he didn't want to talk. Uozuka Saburo silently picked up his luggage, turned around and walked into the hotel he had chosen in advance.

After working with his elder brother for so many years, the thing he hated most in his life was uncontrollable factors. But now he had to bring Mejiro Guangming, the biggest uncontrollable factor in history, with him, which was really unbearable for him.

————It’s not that he still has doubts about her identity. Although Vermouth is an annoying mystic, she is still reliable when it comes to personnel appointments and dismissals. But this guy... is simply a youth-plus version of Vermouth!

She looks laid-back on the outside, but on the inside she is as dark and treacherous as any other woman... She wants to tease him and butt in everything he does, but she has no way of finding any evidence against him, which is extremely annoying!

Calm down... just a little.

Just like the big brother facing the psychopathic sniper duo, don't pay attention to what the other party says or does.

He only needs to focus on whether she has done what she should do and whether she has made the necessary preparations. As for the rest, as long as it does not touch his bottom line, he can let her do as she pleases.

He quickly adjusted his mentality, gave out his cell phone number, took the room card and walked into the elevator. When the two horse girls came up, he suddenly felt puzzled.

"...Huh? Mejiro, why are you following me?"

"Hmm? Of course you live here?"

"...Oh, did you book an extra room? Perfect, you can bring Little Chestnut Hat along..."

"No, Mr. Uozuka? I live with you guys?"

"......ha!?"

Suddenly thinking of something, Uozuka Saburo looked down at the door card in his hand, and then he discovered a terrible fact:

How come the double room I originally booked turned into a single room with a large bed?!

...Huh?

No!

"How did it become a single room with a large bed?!?"

He looked up at Mejiro Guangming in astonishment. Seeing that she didn't look surprised at all, Uozuka Saburo suddenly roared with a sinister look on his face: "You little brat! Look at what you have done!?"

"Hmm? Of course it helps you save more money, and it even naturally frees up some of my own budget~"

Carrying a small satchel, Miss Mejiro, who looked nothing like someone embarking on a long journey, smiled broadly, unabashedly saying, "Then, please let me see: how will you face this situation and do your utmost to protect your integrity and ours?"

"cough......!!!"

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Finally... of course, Uozuka Saburo went downstairs again, used his own money to book a single room, gave the "single room" with a large water bed to the two horsegirls, and spent the night peacefully.

This is certainly not in line with Uozuka Saburo's usual temperament, especially after learning from Airi Hayako how these strong-willed and lawless girls can do such annoying things, he decided to start learning to say "no" to them!

But...who made her Vermouth's person?

"Ugh......"

A man sat in the corner of the hotel bar and sighed. He tilted his head back and drank half a glass of vodka. As Saburo Uozuka exhaled a long breath of alcohol, he felt a disgusting breath approaching from behind him.

"As the teacher in charge, leaving the students in their room to fend for themselves and running down here alone is a dereliction of duty, isn't it, Mr. Uozuka?"

"What do you care... You're not my student anyway."

He asked the bartender for a whole bottle of vodka, then downed half a glass. He sneered, imitating his older brother, and said, "Sorry, in places like Japan, other than home-brewed ones, bars don't serve weird flavored liquors like eggnog—not to mention, minors aren't allowed to drink."

"Hoo-hoo~ It's okay, huh? This is Japan after all~"

With two light taps on the table, the black-clad bartender brought a glass of warm, sweet eggnog. Uma Musume, now dressed in a gorgeous nightgown, took a leisurely seat. After taking a sip, she licked her lips and looked at Uozuka Saburo. "As long as you have power, the law and everything else are irrelevant, you know?"

"...Tsk, that's why I hate brats..."

Helplessly, he poured himself a full cup and lightly clinked it with the other person's equally full cup of eggnog, but he did not drink it like before. Instead, he put it back in front of him naturally and did not move.

This means that it’s time to get down to business.

Giving the bartender a look to leave, Mejiro Mitsuaki sensed the serious aura of the man before him and spoke first, wary yet a little excited. "I know what you're asking. Don't worry, the meeting place for tomorrow's meeting with the Seto Group has already been arranged."

"Where's the explosives? Where's the sniper?"

"Everything is ready... It may not be as good as the finest stuff Gin-sama has, but it's definitely enough! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"...What about the composition of the opposing team? Have you found out?"

"Yes, this is the detailed list of personnel, please check it."

After saying that, Mejiro Mitsuaki used a storage book comparable to Uozuka Saburo's "Different-Dimensional Chrysanthemum" to pull out a piece of paper from his chest and handed it to him with a sense of evil. Unfortunately, it was useless.

Now he is no longer the usual flustered instructor at the girls' school... but a veteran Black Organization cadre who has killed countless people:

Vodka.

Chapter 174: Sharp-tongued

Soon, Saburo Uozuka finished reading the report and memorized all its contents in his mind.

As mentioned before, as the only gold medal assistant in the organization who can keep up with Gin's work pace, Uozuka Saburo has superb levels in instant memory and logical organization. He is like a human computer that can quickly process various information and extract the most critical ones.

And so far, his evaluation of this information is...excellent!

It's as comprehensive as a professional intelligence officer, taking into account every possible angle and situation. Even a few flaws in the wording are not a big deal, and can even help people understand the intended meaning more deeply after a little thought. It's really...

Vermouth has found a treasure this time!

But, it’s not enough! Or rather, there are still big problems!

"Heh, 'After thorough investigation, it has been confirmed that all members of the Seto Group are fishermen. The rumor that all members of the group are merman is nonsense. We hereby refute it.'... That was something you added yourself, right?"

"Yes, Master Vodka...what's the problem?"

Looking puzzled at Vodka's slightly mocking face, Mubai Guangming tilted his head and said, "Excuse me, but superstitious legends about mermaids, or mermen, are just gimmicks made up by certain islanders for tourism development. According to the legend's origin, even if real mermaids exist, they shouldn't be found in places as far east as Japan. They should be found in Northern Europe or the Caribbean. How could they be true?"

"Isn't the existence of our organization real? Have you ever heard of us before you were pulled in by Belmode?"

"this......"

Rejected by Uozuka Saburo with such a powerful example, Mebai Mingguang felt a lump in his throat for a moment. He could only hum twice and then turned his head away and said angrily, "That's different... The organization has always existed objectively. I had some vague awareness of it before..."

"So you're saying mermaids aren't objectively real life forms? You horsegirls are all walking around this planet safe and sound?"

"...When did you become so sharp-tongued?"

"When it comes to formal work, I will be your anonymous apprentice."

Uozuka Saburo said, handing back the documents in his hand. His youthful eyes gleamed with a wisdom not seen ten years ago. "It's obvious that Vermouth has given you a lot of permissions. She even showed you documents with numbers after four digits, as well as some of my intelligence gathering reports. And you studied them all carefully. I must admit, you learned very well, almost to perfection."

"...I'm all ears."

Facing Mejiro Ming-yu, who appeared to be humbly seeking advice, Uozuka Saburo didn't continue. Instead, he picked up his own code-named wine and downed it. Then, baring his white teeth and revealing a slightly deranged smile, he said, "The rest you can't learn from reading a book or attending a lecture. Good girl, look forward to tomorrow's meeting. It will exceed your imagination."

After saying that, Uozuka Saburo left the bar without looking back, walked directly into the elevator and went upstairs, then returned to his room to rest for a few hours to recharge his energy.

Only Mejiro Mitsuaki was left, staring blankly at the glass of eggnog. Five minutes later, she finally smiled and gulped down a large glass of the strong cocktail. A blush immediately spread across her face.

"You really fascinate me more and more, Mr. Vodka~"

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The next day, outside the Zhongjing Racecourse.

Uozuka Saburo, with a frown on his face, and Oguruma, with a puzzled look on his face, stood on the left and right, each supporting one of the arms of the uncomfortable Mejiro Mitsukoshi, to avoid the increasingly strong cold wind that would make her even more uncomfortable.

"A-choo! Woo-woo-woo-woo... Ugh!"

"Hey! Are you serious? You just vomited!?"

"Quick! I have a plastic bag with leftovers from my meal. Throw it away here!"

"Okay, thank you Xiaoli uuuuuuuu"

"Wow......"

Disgusted by the rainbow pillars coming out of Mejiro's mouth, Uozuka Saburo, who had downed half a pound of 60-proof vodka last night to whet his appetite, turned his head away and lectured her, "You can't drink, but you insisted on drinking secretly. Look at you, you're getting what you deserve, right?"

"Uh-huh, I...I'm not willing to give up..."

The young lady, who tasted the pain of a hangover for the first time in her life due to drinking mixed liquor, burst into tears. With red eyes, she looked at Uozuka Saburo and muttered something bad, but before she could say anything, she felt the urge to vomit again and quickly buried her head in the plastic bag held by Oguruma.

Fortunately, the big eater always buys large portions when eating, and the plastic bags used for packaging are of a fairly large size. Even if Mitsuaki Mejiro has emptied her stomach now, there is still enough space to hold the whole thing, so there is no need to worry about scandals like Miss Mejiro vomiting on the spot.

Although Uozuka Saburo felt that the man's miserable appearance, vomiting violently, was enough to write a scandalous report...

Vermouth is really something. She has even trained this little girl thoroughly in intelligence gathering techniques, but why doesn't she find a way to practice her drinking capacity?

Is it appropriate for a cadre who has passed the rigorous selection process to end up hungover after drinking a glass of his own codenamed drink? It's not appropriate.

And...what kind of person gets hungover from eggnog?!

"Ugh~ It's so uncomfortable, so painful..."

After a while, he finally emptied his stomach. Mubai Guangming's whole body seemed to have been pulled out of the bones, and he collapsed on Xiaolimao. With a tearful and pitiful expression, he said, "I will never drink again... Absolutely, absolutely, never drink again..."

"...You should tell your family about this. If they agree, then we agree."

Helplessly acting as a babysitter for this young lady, Uozuka Saburo sighed and said, "Also, since you're already in such a state of distress, why don't you just stay in the hotel and rest today?"

"No! Um... I have to follow you to the meeting..."

Pressing his temples hard, forcing himself to perk up, he said, "Those who fail to complete their missions are worthless, and worthless people should be abandoned. Isn't that right, Mr. Uozuka?"

"......Ah."

Chapter 175: Unexpected Encounter

Hearing the famous words that his elder brother had once warned him, actually spoken by a little girl, Uozuka Saburo only felt a strange sense of incongruity, but it was not that difficult to accept. On the contrary, he felt a little bit... happy?

In short, his evaluation of her was slightly raised from "barely usable" to "usable".

"Little Limao, this girl is under your care today. Make sure she doesn't vomit everywhere or lose her appetite. Make sure she's plump and white again. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

"It's not white fat! It's uuuu"

"Well, save your energy, or you won't be able to walk."

Feeling something, he raised his head and looked at the rooftops of the buildings on both sides of the alley. Uozuka Saburo narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Or... become a real drag."

"..."

Although inexperienced, Oguruma was the second one to notice the abnormality on the rooftop. When she looked up, she only saw a few figures flashing by. The weak Mejiro Kouyou saw nothing, but only knew what might have happened nearby from the vibration of the mobile phone in her pocket.

"Tell your people to take it easy. I don't want to make things too awkward with them right before the meeting."

Looking back at the roadside, he saw three figures, one tall, one medium, and one short, getting out of a familiar business car. After adjusting his facial expression, Uozuka Saburo said, "And if my guess is correct, we don't have to go looking for them. They will come to us on their own initiative later."

"Uh...why? Fish..."

"Xiaolan! Over here!"

"..."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Oguruma's voice interrupted Mejiro Mitsuaki's words, forcing her to restrain her words and actions and become the weak and powerless ordinary horse girl again.

Almost at the same time, Conan, with his extremely sharp detective sense, had already rushed to the three of them. He looked at the frail Mejiro Kouyou in surprise, then looked at Uozuka Saburo, who seemed to have aged a little, standing beside him. He raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Uozuka?! Did you, did you and Mejiro... Wait! I haven't said anything yet! Don't, don't hit him on the head, hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

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