Chapter 18 The Shrine

• "Are you both daft, remember what happened to the last meeting in a club? " Conan flicked the pen he had pointed at his two friends, contemplating lounging the metal at them to stop their running mouths.
• "Now that was your girlfriend's fault, if she hadn't tried robbing me, it would've gone smoothly" Arm spoke with a pointed look as he propped his legs up on the side of the sofa.
• "You guys decided to order pussy while we wait for my impending doom, the order took the bait, I expected them to send someone more experienced though" Conan answered, going back to his work, he hasn't been in the office in months being cooped up at home and occasionally in Paris.