Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Fujiwara Yuto spread out his hands, smiled at the woman sitting opposite him and said, "A small favor, I will exchange it for a perfect version of the anti-aging medicine. I will not pursue the degraded versions you took away before, you can do whatever you want with them. What do you think of this deal?"

At this moment, Pramiya's heart was like a storm in the deep sea, with surging waves.

Reason told her that this deal came too suddenly and strangely, and there must be something fishy going on. However, the temptation of the perfect version of the rejuvenation drug was like a deadly whirlpool, and she could not say no no no.

The dagger suddenly slipped from her sleeve, and Pramiya grasped the hilt, gritted her teeth, and fiercely cut her left forearm. Blood gushed out instantly, staining her sleeve red.

Thanks to the pain, Pramiya felt that her mind had finally regained some clarity.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a mocking tone: "You are a legendary figure in the dark web, Lord Huijin. I'm afraid that the problem that even you can't solve is not a 'small favor', right?"

Fujiwara Yuto raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of admiration: "As expected of the famous Pramya, you can actually resist this level of temptation. You are indeed the person I am looking for."

As he said this, he took the matchbox in the middle of the table back in front of him, opened it, and took out a red and white capsule from it: "I'm sorry to test you in this way."

Pramya's face instantly darkened: "The medicine is fake?!"

"No, it's true. What I just told you is also true."

Fujiwara Yuto twisted open the capsule, sprinkled the powder inside into the matchbox, then picked up a tiny pinch, stood up and walked to Pramiya, and ordered: "Give me the wound."

Pramiya hesitated for a moment, but still rolled up her sleeves to reveal the cut on her arm.

The wound was deep, showing that she had really been cruel to herself.

Without saying a word, Fujiwara Yuto gently sprinkled a pinch of medicine powder on Pramia's wound.

Then, a miracle happened.

Pramiya only felt a numbing and itchy sensation in the wound immediately, and then she watched the wound heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even a trace left.

Apart from the bloodstains and tears on the skin and clothes, there was nothing else to prove the existence of the knife wound.

Pramiya's eyes widened in shock and she turned her head sharply to look at the powder remaining in the matchbox.

However, Fujiwara Yuto picked up the matchbox and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"Hey!" Pramiya jumped up in shock and quickly picked up the matchbox again.

Fujiwara Yuto smiled and sat back in his seat nonchalantly, explaining, "This medicine is made using some special technology. After leaving the sealed capsule, the medicine will take effect immediately and reach its peak within ten minutes. If it is not used immediately, it will be useless."

Pramiya: ...

The noise they made in this corner just now was quite loud, and it had already attracted the attention of other people in the coffee shop. They did not continue the conversation immediately.

Pramia waited silently for ten minutes, cut a wound on her thumb with a dagger, and then, imitating what Fujiwara Yuto had just done, picked up a pinch of medicine powder and sprinkled it on the wound.

However, this time, the wound did not heal.

Pramiya was unwilling to give in, so she simply sprinkled all the powder in the matchbox on the wound.

The wound still showed no signs of healing.

Just as Fujiwara Yuto said, the powder had actually become ineffective.

Pramya frowned and looked up at the man sitting opposite her.

When she was doing the experiment just now, Fujiwara Yuto just looked at her patiently without saying a word. When he saw Pramiya looking up at him, he just smiled peacefully.

Seeing the other person's expression, Pramiya finally gave up and threw the matchbox back into the trash can with regret.

Such a perfect anti-aging drug is wasted like this!

After hesitating for a moment, Pramiya looked around and confirmed that no one else was paying attention to them. Then she restarted the topic and asked, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"It's really just a small favor, Ms. Lisa, it should be a piece of cake for you." Fujiwara Yuto smiled slightly, "Please kill me in public, that's all."

Pramiya stared at Fujiwara Yuto for a moment, and suddenly said with certainty: "You plan to fake your death and escape from that organization."

Fujiwara Yuto nodded: "See, it is indeed a very simple task, right?"

Pramiya looked Fujiwara Yuto up and down with a teasing look, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm: "Come to think of it, you have obviously changed your identity once, why are you still involved with your organization? Also, since you have such a powerful medicine, why hasn't your 140-year-old boss behind the scenes regained his youth?"

The smile on Fujiwara Yuto's face faded a little: "Don't worry about this."

Pramiya shrugged nonchalantly, her face full of contempt: "It's nothing more than an issue of interests like unequal distribution of spoils. I've seen it a lot."

Perhaps this topic made Fujiwara Yuto unhappy. The smile on his face faded. He looked at Pramiya with a cold expression and said, "Kill me as I asked, and I will give you a perfect version of the rejuvenation drug as a reward. Do you want to accept this mission or not?"

Pramiya's eyes were filled with calculation: "If I really do as you said and 'kill' you in public, I will definitely be hunted down by the Japanese police, the Americans and your organization. Such a dangerous job..."

She laughed and said, "It's difficult."

"Is it difficult?" Fujiwara Yuto pulled up a sarcastic smile, "For a guy like you who has been fleeing from encirclement and suppression for half his life, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Pramiya crossed her arms and sneered, "Difficulty is difficulty, my ability is my ability, these are two different things. Anyway, your reward is not enough."

Fujiwara Yuto narrowed his eyes slightly: "Nothing to discuss?"

"Of course we can discuss it." Pramiya's smile was a little cunning, "And it shouldn't be difficult for you."

She stared at Fujiwara Yuto's expression with burning eyes and said word by word: "I don't need you to pay more, but I need more medicine."

Fujiwara Yuto had already guessed that she would raise the price, so he was not surprised at all. He just asked calmly, "How much do you want?"

Pramya extends a slap.

Fujiwara Yuto rolled his eyes at her: "Impossible, do you think this is an inferior version that can be mass-produced?"

Pramiya: ...

Instead of accusing her of greed, were they just talking about production capacity issues?

Maybe the other party doesn't have that much stock?

Pramiya weighed it in her heart and changed a slap into three fingers: "This is my bottom line."

Fujiwara Yuto did not reply immediately, but just frowned with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Pramiya: ...

Oh, is there a play?

So she immediately added another condition: "Also, you must prove to me first that your perfect version really works as you said."

Fujiwara Yuto's expression became more and more solemn, his mouth was pursed into a line, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere on the scene became tense.

Pramiya: ...

Although she appeared extremely confident when she made her request, she was actually very anxious and worried.

Having just witnessed the effects of the perfect version of the rejuvenation drug, she was determined to get it.

Seeing that Fujiwara Yuto was unwilling to give in easily, Pramiya gritted her teeth and took another step back: "...The medicine used for proof can be included in my reward. Is that okay?"

What relieved Pramia was that this time, Fujiwara Yuto finally did not remain silent.

He slowly said, "Then, according to the rules, the time and place of the transaction will be decided by me."

"Okay." An idea suddenly flashed through Pramiya's mind, "... Then, I will be the one to designate the experimental subjects to prove the effectiveness of the drug."

Fujiwara Yuto frowned: "What do you want to do?"

Pramiya smiled and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, you have been bullied in the organization for decades. Before you get out, didn't you ever think of taking a little revenge?"

Fujiwara Yuto: ...

Pramiya smiled maliciously and said, "You have been suppressed by Sakurai Izumi for so long, have you never thought of fighting back a little?"

She was just trying to test the waters, but she didn't expect Fujiwara Yuto's eyes to suddenly light up, and a ferocious smile slowly appeared on his face: "Ah~ This is a really good idea."