Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 172 Conan: Thank you, Angel

At this moment, Fuheijin was unaware that in Bourbon's mind he was already the Thousand-Faced Demon...

I still chose a comfortable position for swimming...

Calvados: Not Gin, do you know that deducting wages like this is a violation of labor laws?

Gin sat in the back seat, his dark green eyes fixed on his phone screen, devoid of any emotion.

Upon seeing Calvados's reply, his fingers, which were about to type, stiffened for a moment.

Labor law? It seems he didn't learn about that when he organized the training.

Besides... a criminal organization talking about labor laws? You must be joking, right???

"Brother, don't be fooled by him. Missing work can result in a deduction of that day's wages," Vodka whispered a reminder from the driver's seat.

"I know..." Gin's voice was terribly cold, with a hint of emotion in it.

He doesn't usually check chat groups... but his phone kept ringing today, so Gin subconsciously opened it and took a look.

After seeing the chat history, I felt like the sky had fallen.

It's not because the kid is inherently evil... but because all the members of the organization are slacking off??

It's nighttime, the best time for the team members to do tasks, but instead they're all chatting in the chat group?

Calvados, Cohen, and Chianti carried him on a trip?

Gin: You've lost your base salary too.

Calvados: ...........

Bourbon: It's too noisy, I'm going to work...

After a few more exchanges, the chat room fell silent.

After observing for a while, Gin realized that no one was in the chat group anymore... and started typing.

Gin: Did Cointreau, Chianti, and the others run into that brat?

It's quite normal for him to ask that question; generally, wherever Conan appears, Jundo will also be there...

Cointreau: I think so, but I didn't see it...

Gin: Don't spoil him too much.

Cointreau: Indulgence?

Vodka: Yeah, you need to keep that brat in check, otherwise too many people will die. You know, when I first saw him, the aura of death emanating from him was...it was simply...

Amuro Tooru, who was about to go to work, immediately perked up, his body lurching towards his phone screen, his eyes practically glued to it, absorbing the contents of the chat group.

Chianti: I saw it too... It's unbelievable that an adult would be afraid of a kid... But after experiencing it myself, I'm a little scared now.

Gin: Shut up, don't reveal too much privacy.

Seeing this, Amuro Tooru's lips curled slightly... He knew too much.

Thank you, Vodka, Chianti.

Perhaps being dressed strangely and wearing glasses makes them hard to spot among a group of ghosts... but the aura they exude and the deathly presence they possess are unique, unlike anything a normal person could do... plus, the fact that they can leap thirty meters suggests they have considerable strength... Heh, now they'll be easy to find.

Although he didn't know if the intelligence was ready, it was pretty much accurate... Bourbon closed his phone with satisfaction and prepared to go get his plates.

Vodka: Where's Cointreau? Why isn't he saying anything? It's so rare to see Cointreau talking in the group chat.

At this moment, Fushimi Shigeji had already turned off his phone because Conan had arrived...

"Shengege...have you finished soaking in the hot spring?" Conan asked, his head bowed, looking somewhat off.

He originally wanted to ask for the contact information of the organization's leader, but for some reason... the two men became extremely fearful upon seeing him and then drove away.

What's wrong with him? Do these two really think he's a jinx?

"After soaking... I even got a back scrub (because I couldn't stand Shen'er's dawdling, Xiao Lan and Xiao Ai did the scrubbing...)" Fu Hei Shen leaned back on the sofa, a smile playing on his lips.

"Tell me... am I really that annoying?" Conan nodded, walked over and sat down next to Fushimi Shinobu, his head drooping.

"Not entirely. What happened?" Fuheishen'er narrowed his eyes slightly.

Conan explained what had just happened.

After hearing this, Fuheshen clicked his tongue and shook his head, "I hope this incident has taught you two things."

He held up two fingers to Conan, "First... when you're out, don't greet members of the organization, that's the rule. Second..."

Fuheishen's lips curled into a grin, and the scar twitched along with it. "Your identity has changed now... If you continue to act like a child, you'll scare them."

"Identity?" Conan tilted his head in confusion after hearing this.

He did know the first point, after all, Shengege's organization was a detective organization.

If you rashly give your greetings and it gets seen and leaked by someone with ill intentions... those hostile organizations might turn against you.

This was a well-intentioned reminder, but the second point... he didn't understand at all.

"Ah-Zhen has agreed to accept you as a prospective member of the organization..."

Fukuro Jinji's seemingly calm words were like a sharp arrow, piercing Conan's heart in an instant.

Upon hearing this, Conan's brain froze on the spot, the words echoing in his mind... Jin had taken him as a prospective member of the organization.

"Hey, I...I've joined the organization! I've joined the organization!" After a moment of silence, Conan suddenly said happily, "I've finally joined the organization!"

Snapped!

Seeing that Conan was on the verge of going crazy, Shigeji Fushiguro slapped him.

"Ah!" Conan cried out, covering his slightly reddened cheek. "What are you doing, Brother Shen..."

After saying that, he looked at Fuheishen with a somewhat resentful gaze.

Could the other person really be jealous of my talent? Why would they hit me out of the blue?

"I'm afraid you'll go crazy." Fuhei Shen'er glanced at Conan indifferently.

If he really goes mad... perhaps the organization will lose a promising talent, and Beika Town will descend into complete insanity.

"How could that be, Shen Gege..." Conan rubbed his cheek and muttered, "I think you're just jealous of my talent."

Fuheshen'er:........

"Give me your phone." Fuheshchener held out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Conan covered his pocket and looked at Shen Er warily.

Given Shen'er's character, he wouldn't ask for a brokerage fee or anything like that, would he?

"Aren't you short of money? Give it to me." Although Fuheshen's tone was somewhat calm, it carried an air of undeniable authority.

Conan glanced at Fukuro with suspicion for a moment, but eventually handed the phone to the other person.

Fuhesh picked up the two phones, fiddled with them for a while, and then returned them.

"Two million? Where did you get that from?" Conan's pupils contracted slightly as an unthinkable thought surfaced in his mind.

I've heard that online lending is still very popular lately... with extremely high interest rates.

Shengege wouldn't lend money to himself, would he?

He couldn't possibly believe that Shen Er, that stingy bastard, would give him so much money.

If that's really the case... he's truly finished.

He's still in elementary school and already owes two million.

"The scholarship that A-Jin gave you..." Fushiguro Jin had no idea what Conan was thinking...

“Angel…” Conan’s eyes glazed over for a moment, and he opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

Thank you...angel.

He saved his life in times of crisis more than once.

And when he shrank and faced hostile organizations, they provided him with a safe haven.

They helped him when he was facing his most difficult financial situation.

Although Angel sometimes speaks in a similar tone to her brother, it is undeniable that she is a cold-faced but warm-hearted person.