I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Mr. Ota!" Before Nan Ling could say anything, Mao Lilan stood in front of him angrily, "Ling Jun is my friend, please don't slander him without any evidence!"

Nan Ling raised the corner of his lips silently.

Belmod's Angel...what a little angel. Cheap Kudo Shinichi.

"That's it!" Suzuki Sonoko's reaction was a bit slow, "You have to be responsible for talking casually like that."

Although both of them are handsome guys, Nan Ling is obviously more handsome. Of course you have to protect him.

Kekeke, of course, of course, it's mainly because Ota is just making trouble out of nowhere. In his eyes, he is not only handsome, but he can still distinguish right from wrong.

Ota still looked dissatisfied, "But—"

"—Shut up." Nan Ling was still sitting lazily on the side, but his voice was as cold as the cold wind on the Siberian snowfield, making the roots of the tongue numb.

Ota shivered a little, and stopped involuntarily.

What...what's the matter with this person? He only said two words, but why did he just do it?

This aura is so scary!

Nan Ling patted Mao Lilan who was in front of him, indicating that he could handle this matter.

Mao Lilan looked around worriedly, and found that everyone's expressions were a little embarrassing.

Chikako Ikeda looks like she doesn't want to care about this side of things at all. On the one hand, Jiaotian and Takahashi were unfamiliar with Nanling, and on the other hand, they were friends with Ota. Both of them looked like they didn't know how to fight.

Nan Ling raised his eyes and looked at Ota, who was already shivering. He sneered and stood up. He walked over briskly and patted the man on the shoulder. His tone suddenly became gentle, "Don't be nervous, I didn't take it to heart."

Ota breathed a sigh of relief first, and then realized his previous humiliating behavior, and his face began to heat up.

Sure enough... the other party was just an ordinary man, and the sense of danger that he had sensed before was just an illusion, he was completely frightening himself.

He looked at Nan Ling's seemingly harmless appearance, and he felt unhappy. A mixture of shame and residual fear surged up, and his tone became much tougher, "You must give us an explanation."

"Ota." Suzuki Ayako had a rare cold face, "Mr. Nan is our guest, I understand your feelings, but everyone is equally afraid, right?"

"...Miss Suzuki." Nan Ling paused, but still couldn't say the same name as his (women's dress), so he had to call him by his last name, "Since Mr. Ota wants an explanation, I'll give him an explanation. "

As he said that, he put on Ota's shoulder very casually, and the other party glanced at it, but did not shake it off.

"Everyone is here today because of fate, and I don't want to look too ugly in front of my friends." Nan Ling said this with a smile, looking like an ordinary person who didn't want to cause trouble.

Just as Ota was about to sneer, Nan Ling lowered his voice, leaned closer to the other person's ear, his voice was calm, "So, if you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll cut your [beep-] and stuff it into you [ By the way, I chopped up [Beep-] and mixed it with your rice. I haven't done this kind of thing in a long time. I'm glad, I'm in a good mood today."

After Nan Ling finished speaking, he patted the other person's stiff shoulder again, and walked back with a smile as he waved to the rest of the people, "Okay, it's settled, let's figure out what to do. ."

Ota was completely stunned.

Although the other party did not use a threatening tone when he said this, but... but he somehow felt that the other party would definitely be able to do such a thing.

Because Nan Ling's attitude was too calm, even a little chatty, as if he was just explaining patiently, not intimidating.

...but that's what makes it even scarier!

"What did you say to him just now?" Antoine was a little curious, but Nan Ling was relieved that he at least remembered to ask in French, and even lowered his voice.

Ah, my eldest son, your IQ has improved.

Nan Ling tried his best to hold back the sigh, and repeated what he had just said to Antoine in French.

Antoine's expression gradually distorted from a smirk, "...Pfft."

Nanling looked at him, "An, hold back."

He didn't want to be suspicious of Conan because of a few threats.

Conan originally wanted to say a few words to Nan Ling, but since he heard Nan Ling say "shut up", he kept silent.

It's a cold tone, but it's very familiar. Where have I heard it before?

He tried to think back.

If I have to say it... I feel a bit like the man in black called Gin.

how can that be possible. Conan shook his head and denied himself.

It must be an illusion, because feelings are never that reliable.

After that, Nan Ling didn't speak in that tone again. Conan watched him and Ota whisper a few words, and returned to this side with a relaxed face, leaving Ota standing silently on the spot, with a look of sluggishness and horror on his face.

Conan: ?

What did Nanling tell Ota to scare people like that?

His curiosity surged up, and he tugged at the corner of Nan Ling's clothes, "Brother Nan, what did you tell him?"

Nan Ling wanted to share with Antoine about his experience of intimidating others, but Conan pulled him over with a helpless expression, "Oh, it's a secret."

"Tell me." Conan shook Nanling unscrupulously.

Nan Ling's throat was stunned, and people almost went straight over.

Good guy, has Conan evolved to the point where he can be coquettish and cute with himself?

It was so scary. Nan Ling was as frightened as seeing a woman wearing vodka dancing in the Pure Land of Bliss~www.wuxiahere.com~ But of course he had never seen such a thing. A metaphor, a metaphor.

"You should be normal." Nan Ling said tiredly, "I just explained to him why I came here, didn't I tell you before?"

"Then why..." Conan glanced at Ota, and found that the other party was still in a stunned expression, and suddenly became more curious, "Look at you, why does he seem to be frightened?"

"Oh, that's because I told him that the bandaged weirdo is actually a nearby patron saint, who specializes in eating people who slander others and let him keep his mouth shut." Nan Ling didn't change his face.

Antoine really couldn't hold back, and he smiled indifferently beside him.

"Do you think this is a fairy tale to coax children?" Conan Banyueyan complained.

"Then he will be frightened by this kind of thing, it can only prove that he is very childish." Nan Ling rubbed Conan's hair, "and...Aren't you a child? You were coaxed by me."

Conan pulled Nan Ling's hand off his head with a black line on his face.