Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Chapter 937 Violent Meimei, Beating People Online

Conan's thoughts immediately returned to the past: "Pisk? Because Mescal killed him, you hate Mescal."

"You really know our intelligence." Ireland sneered, "That's right. Ever since the day I learned of Pisk's death, I have been waiting for today, waiting for the time when Mescal can be saved."

Conan frowned: "I'm afraid I can't help you get revenge, right?"

If the person Ireland hates is gin, then he can understand it, but mezcal... Conan doesn't think he has anything to do with mezcal.

Ireland did not have a positive explanation for this. He said to himself: "It was his major fault for failing to see through your identity. I will bring you to that adult as a means of bringing down that pretentious, cold-blooded man." Witness. If you are lucky, you might be able to drag Gin down as well. They have a good relationship. If it were me, I would definitely suspect them of having ulterior motives."

Was it Mescal's grave fault for failing to see through his identity?

Conan was even more confused.

There are so many members of the organization, so why is Ireland so sure that the intelligence that Edogawa is equal to Kudo Shinichi will be able to bring down Mescal?

Conan suddenly thought of what Akai Shuichi and Belmod had mentioned before - indeed, Mescal had been lurking beside him all along.

Precisely because Mescal has always been by Edogawa Conan's side, once his identity is exposed to the organization's BOSS, Mescal will be punished for dereliction of duty.

Everything makes sense, except that Conan still isn't sure who Mescal is.

Conan once doubted Toru Amuro, and even now, he has not completely let go of his suspicion of Toru Amuro. But now he had a new target of suspicion, although this target was someone he was very reluctant to suspect.

In any case, his identity is currently known only to Ireland, so as long as he finds a way to deal with Ireland, he will still be safe.

But the anesthesia needle is no longer available, and all he has left is...

As soon as Conan laid his eyes on his foot strength-enhancing shoes, Ireland slapped Conan in the face and threw Conan far away.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll just make you comatose." Ireland strode over, "If I don't bring you back alive, that adult won't think you are Kudo Shinichi's, right?"

Conan's petite and fragile body could not withstand Ireland's beating. Nobuhiro, who was hiding in the shadows, felt pain just looking at it.

But he can't go out yet. What Ireland just said frightened Nobuhiro. If he went out to help Conan now, and Ireland said a few more words of jealousy, he would definitely lose the villain's horse in front of the protagonist in any minute.

No, no, absolutely not!

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps sounded from behind Nobuhiro.

Xinfan turned around and saw Mao Lilan.

As soon as Mao Lilan saw him, she asked anxiously: "Mr. Asano, Conan..."

"boom--"

Xinfan raised his knife and knocked it out decisively, knocking out the anxious little girl. Then, he gently picked up Mao Lilan and laid her down near the stairs.

As long as police reinforcements come up, she will be found immediately. And there are bunkers around here. Even if Gin can't think about it and drives an armed helicopter to shoot at Tokyo Tower, these bunkers can ensure Mao Lilan's safety.

"boom--"

Conan was once again severely left aside by Ireland. At this time, Ireland had returned to his original appearance because he disliked disguise and disguise as being too bothersome. He followed Conan with his gun raised, and from time to time he fired a few shots at a position a few centimeters away from Conan, enjoying the thrill of cat and mouse.

Nobushige hid in the corner, watching Ireland play the game with a black eye.

He wanted to go out and give Ireland a good smack in the head, but he really couldn't understand what this guy was thinking. Can't we just knock Conan unconscious? Can't he appear after knocking him out?

Really!

Seeing that time was passing by and that Gin, who was in charge of the reception, would be here soon, Nobuhiro rubbed his temples with a headache. He knew that if he didn't go out, it might be too late to deal with Ireland.

As for Conan...it's okay. As long as he knocks Conan out in time, curious children will never know his identity.

The plan goes through!

After thinking clearly, Nobuhiro did not cover his whereabouts when they passed by him again.

"Conan." Nobushige called, pretending not to know anything and asked him, "What's going on?"

Seeing him, Conan was so moved that he almost cried, but at the same time he was still more panicked: "Mr. Asano, leave quickly!"

Conan's voice became hoarse after being beaten by Ireland, but despite this, he still persuaded Nobuhiro to leave immediately. He didn't drag Nobushige into danger just to grab the last straw.

Seeing this, Nobuhiro's heart, which had been pretending to be extremely cold, couldn't help but feel a warmth.

He comforted himself, forget it, no matter how reckless or disobedient Conan was, he was still like a star, steadily emitting dazzling light. For most people, this is already an elusive realm.

"Oh? Asano Nobushige." Ireland looked at Nobushige, narrowed his eyes slightly, and mocked, "I thought you were not going to save that brat, but I didn't expect that you ended up being soft-hearted and harmed you."

Nobushige estimated that Ireland's next words would be "Let me send you and Kudo Shinichi to that adult together" or "I didn't expect that Mescal would even reveal his identity for a kid." He Decide to be decisive and fundamentally solve this hidden danger.

Nobuhiro's calves exerted a little force, and his body rushed straight towards Ireland, punching Ireland directly on the bridge of the nose. Ireland wanted to hide, but Xin Fan's low leg sweep followed closely.

Ireland didn't check for a moment and was kicked hard in the leg by him. His center of gravity shifted and his strong body fell heavily. Nobushige took advantage of the victory, grabbed his shoulders and rolled over, using the inertia to throw Ireland away.

Nobuhiro, who was above him, didn't understand the martial ethics of "stopping when asked" and "forgiving others when necessary", so he punched Ireland directly on the bridge of the nose. Ireland quickly rolled to the side, and Nobushige's fist smashed the window glass with a terrifying force.

Conan was stunned by the scene before him.

He had only known that Mr. Asano knew martial arts before, but he had never thought that this so-called "knowing a little bit" could actually be like this.

"Hurry up, knock him out!" Nobuhiro didn't forget to warn Conan while beating Ireland.

Conan came to his senses and quickly pressed the button on his belt to prepare to launch the super-powered football. However, Ireland, who had been prepared for this, endured the pain of being beaten violently by Nobuhiro and shot Conan's props to pieces.

"Sorry, sorry." Nobushige said to Conan insincerely, "I didn't expect that he actually had a gun."

Conan: "..."

Mr. Asano, are you really here to help?

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