Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 167 He still wants to kill Chen Shuo! ?

Night slowly fell like a curtain, the city's neon lights illuminated the outlines of the Twin Towers, Building A was brightly lit and bustling with people.

The atmosphere in the hall reached its climax due to the 30-second counting game, with laughter and exclamations coming one after another.

Under the dazzling spotlight on the stage, a red Ford Mustang Convertible exuded a dazzling metallic luster, attracting many people to stop and take notice.

Maori Kogoro stood in the center of the crowd, his eyes wandering. He held his wine glass in one hand and unconsciously rubbed the back of his head with the other, the sound of Tokiwa Mio announcing his victory still echoing in his mind.

"My luck... is so good?" He muttered to himself, his complicated emotions evident in his words.

On the one hand, he was ecstatic, after all, who wouldn't want to own such a cool sports car? But on the other hand, he felt overwhelmed, after all, he usually felt it difficult to drive even an ordinary car.

He raised his head and looked at the sports car on the stage again. The smooth lines of the car, the red and black interior, the shiny wheels, everything reminded him that this car truly belonged to him.

From time to time, people in the crowd congratulated him. He smiled awkwardly, but a look of pride involuntarily appeared on his face.

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The ceremony proceeded with clockwork precision and solemnity, with melodious music and resounding applause. The guests in the audience had just admired several exquisite paintings by Ruyue Fengshui, and their comments were filled with praise.

The curtain slowly opened, and host Mio Tokiwa slowly walked onto the stage. A forced smile played on her face, but her eyes revealed a complex and uneasy expression. She raised her hand to pick up the microphone and continued the opening ceremony, her tone slightly stiff.

Maori Kogoro stood nearby, his expression normal, but his sharp gaze swept across the stage. He noticed something unusual—someone seemed to be missing from the stage. Ruyue Fengshui, the artistic soul of the evening, had disappeared.

He hadn't thought much about it at first, but at that moment, a scene in the corner caught his attention. While everyone's eyes were focused on the stage, two men in black suits quietly passed by the edge of the crowd.

Sandwiched between them was a short figure wrapped in a heavy coat, and his movements seemed a little awkward.

Maori Kogoro narrowed his eyes slightly and took a step forward, blocking the three men's path. He remained nonchalant on the surface, but his tone was cold. "You two, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you taking Master Kisaragi?"

One of the men in black frowned when he saw Kogoro Mouri blocking his way. He was about to yell at him, but was quickly stopped by the other man.

The man was obviously much calmer, his eyes deep and cautious. He looked at Maori Kogoro carefully, as if confirming something, then took a step forward and whispered in Maori Kogoro's ear:

"Mr. Maori, please forgive me. We are from the hotel. This time, that gentleman sent us here to help maintain order at the scene.

Just now, backstage, we discovered that Rugetsu Fengshui was trying to harm President Tokiwa. Due to the urgency of the situation, we had to take action to control him first."

Maori Kogoro's eyes glared at the words, and he was slightly surprised. He turned to look at Kisaragi Fengshui, who was sandwiched between the two men, and remained silent.

It was a face that had lost all fighting spirit, with a dejected and empty look and downcast eyes, as if there was no thought of resistance.

Kogoro Maori's gaze lingered on him for a long time, as if trying to read more information from that broken expression.

Finally, Maori Kogoro frowned slightly, but he quickly returned to his usual casual demeanor. He raised his hand and waved, his tone calm but with a hint of pressure: "In that case, I'll leave it to you for now."

When the two men in black heard his reply, they nodded quickly and bowed slightly to show their gratitude: "Thank you Mr. Maori for your understanding." After that, they did not stay any longer, quickly protected the Ruyue Peak Water, and hurriedly retreated to the rear.

After watching the three people disappear at the end of the corridor, Maori Kogoro slowly withdrew his gaze with a thoughtful expression.

He turned to look at the stage. Mio Tokiwa was still standing under the spotlight, maintaining a stiff smile and trying to preside over the opening ceremony in a steady tone.

However, her unnatural expression and slightly trembling hands could not escape Kogoro Mouri's eyes.

He sighed slightly and turned to walk to the corner by the window on one side of the hall. It was much quieter here than in the center of the hall. The city lights outside the window were reflected on the glass, interweaving with the luxury inside the window to form a quiet painting.

He picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter's tray and shook it gently. The deep red liquid slowly swirled in the glass.

After taking a sip, he looked up at the dark night sky outside the window. The night was deep, with a few sparse stars occasionally showing, making it look particularly desolate.

He whispered to himself, "You're really worthy of me. You've thought of everything." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, mixed with a bit of complicated admiration.

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The opening ceremony ended successfully, the guests dispersed one after another, and the bustling hall returned to silence.

In the spacious banquet hall, only four people remained: Mio Tokiwa, Secretary Sawaguchi, Hidehiko Kazama and Kogoro Mori.

The lights were still bright, but they couldn't dispel the heavy atmosphere that filled the air.

Mio Tokiwa sat on the sofa, holding a cup of cold tea in her hand, looking tired and lonely.

She, who had been so radiant on the stage just now, now looked like a statue about to collapse.

She lowered her head and murmured softly: "He actually wanted to kill me... just because I built this building and split Mount Fuji in half in his eyes... He is my teacher..." Her voice was low and hoarse, with an incredible pain.

Maori Kogoro stood aside, his eyes fixed on her for a long time. He did not say anything, but just watched the scene quietly, his mind full of thoughts.

"Outrageous, absolutely outrageous," he thought to himself. He'd actually murdered Tokiwa Mio for the supposed "Mount Fuji being split in half." Tokiwa Mio was his student, and he'd plotted her assassination for such a ridiculous reason.

His gaze turned to Secretary Sawaguchi, who was standing next to Tokiwa Mio, looking worried but not knowing how to comfort her.

Meanwhile, Hidehiko Kazama leaned against the wall, holding a glass of whiskey, his expression complicated. The entire banquet hall was filled with oppression and silence.

Maori Kogoro's gaze returned to Tokiwa Mio, then to the night sky outside the window. "Even if he's dissatisfied, this building has dozens of floors. If he just asks for a room with a complete mountain view, will Tokiwa Mio refuse to give it to him?"

He sneered in his heart, thinking it was absurd to the extreme. As for the fact that Chen Shuo was also on the assassination list, he found it even more incredible.

"Luckily, Chen Shuo was the last target in his plan, otherwise... things might not have ended so simply."

He turned his head and looked out the window at the dark night sky, a complex feeling welling up in his heart. "You saved your life, old man. If he had really fought, he would have been the only one lying on the ground."

The air in the banquet hall gradually solidified, and silence enveloped the four people like a thick fog.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open, and a burst of orderly footsteps broke the depressing atmosphere.

A group of armed men in black filed in, their movements swift and efficient. Without a single word, they instantly dispersed to key locations in the banquet hall, forming a tight cordon.

Faced with this sudden situation, the four did not show much surprise, as if they had expected it.

Maori Kogoro leaned against the window, his eyes still fixed on the night view in the distance, seemingly unconcerned about the changes behind him. He said calmly, "Is it about to begin?"

Upon hearing this, one of the leading men in black immediately stepped forward and bowed slightly in respect. "Yes, Mr. Maori. We have been ordered to ensure the safety of this scene. May I ask if you four intend to remain here to rest, or proceed to another area?"

Tokiwa Mio's expression softened slightly at the sudden action. She put down her teacup, looked up at Maori Kogoro, glanced at the others, and finally said softly, "Let's just stay here. It's really not convenient for us to get involved in the hotel's affairs."

The leading man in black nodded and waved his hand, signaling his men to remain on guard. They dispersed quickly, maintaining a high level of alert while not making their presence too oppressive.

Maori Kogoro turned his head and glanced at Tokiwa Mio. After confirming that she was calm, he cast his gaze out the window again. His expression remained nonchalant, but a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes: "Let me see, Wuchen... your influence in the underground world!"

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Time passed by minute by minute, and black luxury cars drove in from all directions as if they had made an appointment and slowly stopped at the door of the hotel.

The car body was gleaming with a faint luster, appearing low-key and dangerous in the night.

Every time a car stopped, the door opened, and the figures stepped out, they seemed extremely oppressive. The aura of each of them was enough to make onlookers hold their breath.

Kogoro Mouri stood by the window, watching all this, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was observing, or as if he was organizing his thoughts.

Suddenly, he spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself, or as if explaining to Tokiwa Mio who was standing beside him.

"Liu Meitang, leader of the Hongmen; Zhou Sheng, boss of the Bamboo Union; Vito Ferro, leader of the Italian Mafia; Benjamin Gambino, ruler of the American Mafia; Shinoda Yamaguchi, leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi; Haruta Fukuda, president of the Sumiyoshi-kai; Towako, the 'Queen' of the Red Light District; and Andrei Ivanov of the 'Cleaners' organization..."

At the end of his speech, there was a hint of ambiguous emotion in his tone: "Tsk tsk, it's true... they are all famous figures in the area."

His voice, though low, reached Tokiwa Mio's ears with precision. As she listened to these names, each one seemed to carry a weight that could not be ignored. She couldn't help but tilt her head and glance at Maori Kogoro with a complicated look.

"My senior is no ordinary detective, as he can accurately tell the identities of these people in one breath..." she thought silently in her heart.

However, Kogoro Mouri did not care about Mio Tokiwa's reaction. He just continued to stare at the luxury cars arriving outside the window, with a faint smile on his lips.

His eyes were deep, as if he saw through everything, and as if he was waiting for an even more shocking appearance.