Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 87 Pisco and Belmode
"President, we are here."

A luxurious black car parked on the side of the road. The driver, wearing sunglasses, white gloves and a suit, said to the old man in the back seat who was concentrating with his eyes closed.

Kenzo Masuyama, who was over seventy years old, opened his eyes, adjusted his clothes, got out of the car, smiled, shook hands and exchanged greetings with several old friends who were already waiting at the entrance of Rice Flower Restaurant.

He is the chairman of a car company and a well-known figure in the financial world.

This time I was invited to attend a charity dinner.

Of course, this chairman who occasionally engages in charity has another special identity that is unknown...

……

It's approaching midnight.

Lin Feng, who had just found a group of real-person sparring partners, stretched and walked out of a warehouse.

It was fine before, but after the fight with Kyogoku Makoto in Izu, I always felt less satisfied when I returned to Yoneka Town.

The fighting experience brought by fighting against the strong is far beyond what these rookies can give.

Lin Feng has been staring at Conan recently, wanting to use that murderous football to train himself.

"Did I have any problem with that guy's abuse?"

"I actually wanted to let the dog-headed detective kick myself with a football..."

The repairman looked at the motorcycle he had snatched from the motorcycle gang, put on his helmet honestly, and then turned the key to start.

The roar of motorcycles sounded in this warehouse area, and the taillights turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the night.

Ten minutes later.

As the motorcycle entered the city, its speed gradually slowed down.

Because he was wearing a helmet, Lin Feng did not deliberately avoid other vehicles and pedestrians, but stopped outside the crosswalk and waited for the red light.

A black car came from behind and slowly stopped next to the motorcycle.

The driver drove neither hastily nor slowly, very steadily, and it looked like he had been professionally trained.

While Lin Feng was observing the luxury car, the rear window suddenly lowered.

An old man appeared. His face was reddish and his eyes were not clear. He must have drunk a lot of wine. He held a cigarette in his hand and lightly knocked the ashes twice outside the window.

I seem to have seen this old face somewhere...

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment.

"drop!"

The car behind him began to rush the motorcycle that was frozen in place.

Lin Feng subconsciously followed the black car.

The car gradually drove to a remote location. The driver got out and opened the door for the president.

Masuyama Kenzo glanced at the motorcycle that had been following the car since the beginning, and felt a little confused.

"Go and ask." He winked at the driver and walked into the alley beside the road alone.

"Yes!" The driver, who is very professional, bowed slightly and walked step by step towards the motorcycle parked behind the car.

He is not only a driver, but also a fighting master, who also serves as a bodyguard.

"who are you?"

Facing the driver's question, Lin Feng tilted his head and said nothing.

right?

That old man was Pisco, and he shouldn't have admitted his mistake.

"I'm asking you a question!" the driver said coldly, reaching out his palm to take off the helmet of the person in front of him.

Is it another little gangster who came from nowhere and wants to rip off someone?
It's a pity that you are so brainless.

Wrong target chosen.

The president is someone who cannot be trifled with!
Lin Feng did not stop him and allowed the other party to take off his helmet for him.

"Hehehe, if you want to help me park the car, I won't give you a tip."

Lin Feng took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on his face. The voice coming out through the mask-shaped voice changer was extremely cold.

"You..." After the driver saw the other party's dress, his pupils shrank suddenly. Masks, sunglasses, this cold air-conditioning sound. . .

People can't help but think of the legendary dark knight who only goes out at night.

"Come on." Lin Feng looked at the other party and clenched his leather-gloved fists.

good good!
This guy looks like he's going to resist a beating at first glance!

……

Three minutes later.

Lin Feng put the helmet that had fallen to the ground on the handlebar.

He also thoughtfully threw the unconscious driver into the car, and then walked towards the dark alley.

The repairman couldn't figure out what was attracting this rich man in such a remote alley near the city in the middle of the night.

Gin?
It doesn't feel like it.

The woman he kept secretly?
It seems unlikely. There are all old buildings around here. No matter how beautiful the house is, there is no need to hide in a place like this.

Huh, it can’t be that you can’t hold back your pee, right?
Lin Feng saw a red fire at the corner of the alley, flickering on and off.

He couldn't help but lighten his steps and slowly approached.

"I told you, be more cautious when doing things." A woman's voice sounded.

"Don't worry, a small role like that can't make any waves."

Masuyama Kenzo, no, at this time, he should be called Pisco.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, his tone was quite relaxed, and his words revealed the composure of a big shot.

When Lin Feng heard that the two seemed to be planning to end the conversation, he immediately moved his steps and appeared in front of the two who had just been plotting something with a sneer.

He hadn't planned to do anything to this Pisco yet.

But if this woman is here, hahaha...

You haven't paid for your drinks yet.

"Belmod!"

Pisco looked at the figure standing in the darkness and was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Belmode.

Why didn't you tell me someone else was coming?
My identity must never be exposed, don’t you know?

That's right, Pisco didn't doubt his driver's fighting ability at all. He thought that the guy on the motorcycle was already lying on the ground.

Since there was no light, he couldn't see clearly, so he thought he was someone from the organization.

Belmode, who was dressed in black, smiled slightly when he heard the familiar voice, "It seems that we are really destined."

"Mr. Dark Knight."

"Black, Dark Knight?!" Pisco looked at the tall black figure only two meters away from him in shock.

Is he the guy who has been working against the organization?

You must be so unlucky too!

This is someone who even gin and wine can't handle.

"Ah!"

Without any nonsense, Lin Feng flew up and kicked the old man in the crotch.

Pisco was kicked two to three meters away and sat on the ground clutching his thigh, unable to stand up due to the pain.

"How did you get here?" Belmore asked calmly, smiling as if he had met an old friend.

She actually felt that the other party would not attack her easily.

This feeling is also related to the last conversation between the two in the bar.

"It's all up to this president to guide me."

Lin Feng glanced at Pisco, who was about to take something out of his arms, and said with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)