On when Echizen will reveal his vest

In the banquet hall, all kinds of men and women wore high-end dresses, with decent smiles on their faces, and their sharpness was hidden between the toasts.

Belmode gently stroked the communicator on his ear, and the voice of vodka came from it, "The signal is good."

Nodding secretly, she handed Ryoma a glass of orange juice, smiled and looked at the curious boy, "How do you feel?"

"Thank you." Ryoma took Belmode's juice and curled his lips, "I feel like I'm not suitable for this."

Echizen Minamijiro also participated in many banquets and parties when he was in the United States, but he never took Ryoma to it.

According to this unreliable socialite, it's just a bunch of boring people getting together and saying boring and hypocritical things.

Of course, Ryoma, who has been focusing on tennis, has no interest in these.

Knowing that the young man seldom participated in these banquets, Belmode rubbed the young man's hair and said, "Don't be too restrained, but protect yourself."

Ryoma has heard the words to protect himself twice, and the more he listens, the more strange he feels.

Wait, maybe this banquet is not ordinary at all, or even a little dangerous?

After all, he is no longer a simple tennis boy. Ryoma, who has experienced the incident at the port of Mafia and the struggle between the kings of Tokyo, saw Belmode's disguise and the actions of the guys playing tennis with him. I know, these few people are probably in the same group, maybe in an organization.

Could it be a security company?

Ryoma thought endlessly in his heart, after all, except Mr. Kurosawa who seemed a little difficult to get along with, the remaining four people were all very good-tempered.

If so, maybe it can be explained, right?

Belmode, who didn't know what Ryoma was imagining, when he saw Mori Kogoro scratching the back of his head and walking towards him, he held back his expression and leaned into Ryoma's ear, "Honey, do you want to go shopping elsewhere?"

"Hello, Miss Yoshiko, we meet again. We are really destined." Mori Kogoro laughed.

Conan looked at his future father-in-law speechlessly, obviously you came aiming at him, okay?

"Meet you again." Belmode smiled reservedly.

"Then I'll go shopping elsewhere first." Ryoma glanced at Mori Kogoro, then turned his head and walked away.

Mori Kogoro and the smelly old man in the family are so similar in character, Ryoma really can't accept it.

"Then let's go shopping elsewhere, Dad." Mao Lilan held Conan's hand and said.

"Go, go, don't run around."

Mori Kogoro waved his hand indifferently, focusing on chatting with the beauty in front of him.

I don't know anyone I know, but there are many things to eat on the banquet table, and there are various types.

Ryoma really didn't know what to do, so he could only gather around the dining table to see what he liked.

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Because tomorrow is the start of the U17 training camp, Keigo Atobe originally planned to rest earlier.But because Uncle Inoue and his family are family friends, he couldn't shirk it, so he had to come to the banquet with the head of the Atobe family and his father tonight.

The hairstyle done by the top hairstylist is fixed on the head, a silver-gray suit is worn smoothly on the body, the corner of the mouth is always a perfect smile, which makes the obvious tear mole seem to shine, and is always elegant and charming gentleman.

After greeting Uncle Inoue and his group, Keigo Atobe planned to wander around, but why did he look so familiar with this kid at the dining table?

Atobe Keigo approached slowly reservedly, and then coughed reservedly.

"?" Long Ma heard the noise around him, and glanced casually, but unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

"Hey, isn't this the King of Monkey Mountain?"

There was a flash of surprise in Ryoma's eyes, but considering the identity of Keigo Atobe, he must be a frequent guest of this kind of high-level banquet, so he took it for granted.

I just didn't expect it to be so predestined.

"Little ghost, don't say such an unglamorous title."

Atobe Keigo frowned slightly, but the slightly curved corners of his mouth still betrayed his good mood, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, my sister brought me here." Ryoma replied calmly.

"When did you have an extra sister?" Keigo Atobe asked suspiciously. As far as he knew, Echizen Ryoma was the only child.

"Cousin."

Ryoma explained, continuing to eat the steak on his plate, thinking that the U17 training camp will start training tomorrow, after thinking about it, he still kindly looked at Jingwu, who was looking at him eating with disgust, "You Ice Emperor Are you ready?"

"Of course." Atobe Keigo replied confidently.

Seeing Keigo Atobe's confident smile, Ryoma knew he shouldn't ask this question.

"Hey, kid, what's your expression?!" Keigo Atobe frowned and looked at the child who was looking at him helplessly.

"Nothing." Ryoma waved his hand and continued to eat his steak.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Atobe Keigo glanced at Ryoma suspiciously. He had been eating since he saw this kid, and now he seemed to be telling himself to hurry up and not delay his eating.

"Want to eat?" Ryoma raised his eyelids and looked at Keigo Atobe.

"Huh?" Keigo Atobe snorted, "How can I eat the steak you have eaten?"

As he said that, he coughed stiffly, "If you insist on letting me eat the steak you've eaten, I can't do it."

As a result, when he turned his head, he saw a complete and untouched steak in front of him.

"I want to eat, here you are." Ryoma handed the plate to Atobe Keigo.

"Forget it, I'm already tired of eating." Keigo Atobe turned his head awkwardly.

"Cut, forget it if you don't eat it." Ryoma, who couldn't see why Keigo Atobe was awkward, had to put the steak on the table.

Really, what a strange man.

The number of people at the banquet gradually increased, and it gradually became noisy.

Ryoma and Atobe Keigo stood at the side of the dining table, Ryoma was eating the steak quietly, and the young master Atobe, who was already bored with the banquet, leaned against the pillar, resting his face in one hand, watching the kid eating the steak boredly, Forget to complain, "Little ghost, your food is too inelegant."

"Little ghost, did you not eat dinner?"

"The King of Monkey Mountain." After eating the steak, Ryoma took the paper towel handed over by Keigo Atobe and wiped his mouth, "You are still far behind."

Only then the banquet fell silent, with the sound of heavy boots knocking on the ground.

Ryoma looked curiously in the direction of the source of the sound while holding a tissue, and Keigo Atobe also glanced over.

A group of people in black suits came from the door. The leader was blocked by the crowd and couldn't see his face clearly.

Ryoma only saw the person standing in the center of the banquet who seemed to be the host of the banquet walking towards the opposite side at the same time.As if there was a tacit understanding, the crowd gradually dispersed.

"I'm Chuya Nakahara, one of the five cadres of Mafia at the port. I'm here to attend your banquet under the order of Chief Mori Ogai. I hope the banquet will be a success."

Nakahara took off his hat and bowed politely.

"It turned out to be a Central Plains cadre, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Sangren Inoue's kind face was full of smiles, it was really hard to see that the business in the hands of such a person involved black and white.

"Little devil, do you know who that person is? You're still so curious?" Seeing Ryoma's rapt attention, Keigo Atobe frowned and asked softly.

As if sensing someone's focused gaze, Zhong Yuanzhong also casually glanced in this direction, even if he was shocked and puzzled, he looked away in just a second, and looked at Sangren Inoue with a smile, "You are busy first Come on, leave us alone."

Inoue Sangren, who didn't expect this cadre to be so talkative, was relieved.

He has worked with the mafia, of course he knows this cadre's violent temper, but he didn't expect to be particularly easy to talk to today.

That's because he didn't know that the cadre's mind was already swiping.

Chuya Nakahara: Can anyone tell him why his obedient student is here? !

"You think I know the Mafia?"

Ryoma ignored the more than one look that had been placed on him from just now, turned his head to look at Keigo Atobe, and asked back.

Keigo Atobe snorted, feeling unreliable, took a glass of grape juice and handed it to Ryoma.

"Drink some grape juice, it won't be too boring."