Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Spare me, please spare me!"

Being dragged to the ground by two boys in black shirts, the neatly dressed man looked at the closed shops on both sides and regretted what he was about to experience.

"Brother, let me go and I will share the money I earn with you."

The blood on his forehead flowed down his face, filled up in his eyes, and continued to flow, dripping to the ground. After passing through the shop and entering a warehouse, the young man in a black suit standing in front took the chain from his hand and kicked him over.

"The dogs are all here, and they're still barking."

He struggled even harder, his whole body twitching and breathing heavily, and then he was completely knocked unconscious by the guy in the black suit.

"Mr. Ben, he is here."

The young man turned to look behind him and subconsciously rubbed his leather shoes on the man's body, trying to wipe off the blood.

"Okay, put it there."

Sitting at a round table in the middle of the warehouse was a man in a white shirt, who seemed to be in his thirties. He twitched his nose and stared directly at the casserole on the stove in the middle of the table.

The hot water vapor from the casserole floats upward, and when it encounters the iron plate on the roof of the warehouse, it liquefies into cold water and drips randomly.

"Come and eat first."

Mr. Ben estimated that the time was about the same. He picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and stirred the casserole a few times. He turned to look at the ponytail girl sitting next to him: "fandy, what kind of pot bottom is this?"

“Hainanese Coconut Chicken.”

The boy immediately picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and ate it. Then he sat up straight and stared at the man lying on the ground with his peripheral vision.

Mr. Ben grinned, picked up a piece of lettuce and put it in the bowl with satisfaction. He tapped the bowl twice with his chopsticks, shook off the soup on it, and put it into his mouth in small sips.

"It's so hot, but it's delicious." The husband took the towel from the boy and carefully wiped the sweat off his face.

"Although I don't like chicken, it's okay to boil some vegetables with coconut water."

"Sir, eating chicken is good for your health."

The husband put the towel on his shoulders, grabbed a plate of chrysanthemum, and put it all into the casserole: "Eat something hot and sweat, it will be better for your body."

A moan suddenly sounded from behind. The gentleman's chopsticks for stirring the coconut milk paused for a second, and then continued to stir.

"Amma, you should come and have some too. Of course we all have to share the good things together."

The husband waved his chopsticks and motioned to the younger brother to untie the chain and let the man come over to eat. Helping the bloody man to sit down next to the husband, the little brother glanced at the chopsticks and chose to stand behind Amma.

"What are you doing? Ama is so seriously injured, why would you still attack me?" The gentleman glared at Tuo Lang and said in a scolding tone: "Go back and sit down."

"Mr. Ben, please listen to my explanation..."

"Hey, hey, hey." When he found Ama standing up and trying to pounce on him, Mr. Ben hurriedly stopped him, but it was still a step too late. He was holding the bowl in his left hand, and when he let go of his right hand, the chopsticks fell to the ground, causing the man and the man to fall. The boys were all shocked, but the girl was still eating by herself.

"My white shirt is covered with your blood." The gentleman looked helplessly at the man and picked up the red spot with his hand to let him see clearly.

"Sir, I...I didn't mean to do what I did..."

"Okay, okay. I'm not talking about eating. I hate people chatting with me the most."

The husband slapped the table, and the next second, in front of the little brother, the head of the man who had just been begging for mercy exploded in an instant, and red and white splashed on the table and mixed into the casserole.

Holding on to the table, the gentleman took off his shirt, took the floral shirt handed by Takuro, changed out of his bloody clothes, and wiped the blood off his face with a towel.

"Are you mistaken? This is bad for your appetite." Fandy put down his chopsticks and looked away: "I can't even eat now. I have to book a flight later."

There was a ding sound, and after glancing at the phone, the little brother leaned down next to Mr. Ben: "Sir, Sir Liu invites you to dinner."

Hua Shirt's eyes lit up. He looked at the coconut milk mixed with brain fluid in the casserole, and the appetite he had just lost regained a lot.

He picked up the chopsticks from the ground and picked up the last edible vegetable leaf in the bowl with the tail end. The gentleman blew it twice and put it in his mouth to savor it.

………

"You are so interested today, please invite me to dinner."

The husband swaggered into an alley, and at a roadside stall at the end he saw the host who was inviting guests to dinner.

"It's not unusual to invite friends to dinner." Sir Liu tilted his head and noticed the young man following him: "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have asked them to prepare chairs."

Hearing this, the gentleman smiled and glanced behind him. After his subordinates walked out of the alley, he opened the bench next to the small table and stretched his neck to look into the casserole on the table.

"Wow, how did you know that I like to eat hot pot these days." He stirred it a few times with chopsticks, picked up a vegetable leaf, and the abalone used as the bottom of the pot: "But you understand me, I didn't make chicken soup. Bottom of the pot.”

"New face?"

The husband turned around and glanced at the young man waiting at the entrance of the alley, and shook his head: "The boss sent him and said he would practice here. If he wasn't sensible, I would have kicked him out."

"Well, in your company, you are the biggest in Hong Kong now." Sir Liu also picked up his chopsticks. He looked around the gentleman and raised a glass of beer from the table: "I haven't wished you a promotion yet, Aben. After some thought, I became the boss.”

"Hey, I'm an agent." The gentleman pointed at his chest with chopsticks: "Being a boss makes me realize that it's not easy to be a boss. When I open my eyes, a bunch of little ones are expecting me to eat."

"Did you take action today?"

Seeing that Mr. Ben refused to take his drink, Sir Liu put down his glass. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself with the matchbox on the table.

"Tan Hema, you know." The gentleman's chopsticks poked around in the bowl. He picked up the bowl, slowly put the mouth of the bowl to his mouth, and ate the green vegetables while looking at Sir Liu opposite him.

"His hands and feet are ugly, and he actually wants to attract fans. How can I bear it?"

Liu Sir looked at Zhang Gongcheng, slowly exhaled smoke from his mouth, and burst into laughter: "What's wrong with selling fans? You have to eat the big ones, and you have to eat the small ones. After selling them a few times, you'll have enough. Eat until your mouth is full." Here, just leave this place and go to the United States and Japan for a lifetime. "

"Forget it, you are a policeman, but you are more tempted than me every time you say this."

Rejecting the cigarette offered by Sir Liu, Zhang Gongcheng drank all the soup in the bowl. He put down the dishes, took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, and wiped the sweat from his face.

"It would be nice if there were more people like you in the club." Sir Liu threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and lit another cigarette.

"You have a beautiful idea. There are a few fathers who attract fans and force their sons to join the underworld."

Putting his hands on the table, he tilted his head and looked at the sky where the sun was blocked: "I have to catch a flight to Japan this afternoon. I can do whatever you want, little brother."

"So urgent?"

"There is a party at the headquarters and we are invited to dinner."

Mr. Ben threw his handkerchief to the ground, waved and left. Looking at his back, Sir Liu threw away the half-filled cigarette in his hand, lowered his eyes, and tapped the table with his index finger.