In Detective Conan: Intercepting Miwako Sato at the Start

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Not long after, the owner brought over a large plate of grilled chicken skewers, placed them on the table, and said as he arranged them:

"Come on, you guys eat first, the rest of the skewers will be here soon."

When Yumi Miyamoto took a bite of the grilled chicken meatball skewer, some sauce smeared onto the corner of her mouth.

Then, as I was about to hand over a tissue, an idea suddenly popped into my head.

She coughed lightly and deliberately knocked the chilled beer over onto the table.

"oops!"

The pale yellow liquid meandered down the tilted part of the table. Sato Miwako hurriedly got up and backed away, but bumped into Takada Yuuki's outstretched arms.

She smelled the faint fragrance emanating from him, mixed with the aroma of cumin roasting over charcoal, and heard Yuuki Takada's heart pounding just as fiercely as her own.

Chapter 72 Miyamoto Yumi's Rant

"Boss, twenty more skewers of chicken meatballs!"

Miyamoto Yumi suddenly raised her voice, startling the sparrows that were dozing on the telephone pole.

She propped her cheek on her hand and tilted her head to look at the two people opposite her. "Takada-senpai, the grilled beef skewers on your plate are almost cold, aren't they?"

Sato Miwako then realized that she was still clutching Takada Yuki's clothes, and let go as if she had been electrocuted.

The grilled beef skewers on the iron plate glistened with oil, the oil sizzling in the residual heat.

Yuuki Takada picked up a skewer of grilled beef and handed it over, but suddenly stopped in mid-air: "Open your mouth."

Sato Miwako's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato.

Her eyes darted around nervously, and she glanced at Miyamoto Yumi unconsciously. Seeing that Yumi was looking at her with a half-smile, she felt even more embarrassed.

"I...I can do it myself."

Miwako Sato murmured, her voice barely audible.

However, Yuki Takada did not withdraw his hand. The beef on the bamboo skewer swayed gently with his movement, and a fragrant aroma lingered in the air.

"Just one bite, just to try it. This grilled beef skewers are really good."

Yuki Takada's voice was deep and gentle, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Sato Miwako bit her lower lip and slowly opened her mouth under everyone's gaze.

She gently bit into the beef, the firm texture spreading across her tongue, the aroma instantly filling her mouth.

"Is it good?" Yuuki Takada asked softly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Sato Miwako nodded slightly, her cheeks still flushed, and she dared not look him in the eye.

Yumi Miyamoto covered her mouth and chuckled as she watched this scene, muttering softly, "The progress between you two is more exciting than a movie."

Nevertheless, Sato Miwako, who was standing nearby, heard it. She shook her head, picked up a skewer of grilled chicken wings, took a bite, and mumbled, "Yumi, don't talk nonsense!"

At this moment, the owner of the yakitori stall brought over a large plate of steaming hot skewers.

"Here you go, the chicken meatballs you ordered, and the other skewers are ready."

The boss placed the plate on the table as he spoke.

Yumi Miyamoto immediately perked up, picked up a skewer of chicken meatballs, took a bite, and praised it highly:

"Wow, these chicken meatballs are grilled perfectly, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, they smell amazing!"

As he spoke, he picked up another string of skewers and handed it to Sato Miwako: "Here, Miwako, you should try some too."

"Miwako, I thought you invited me to see a movie, but it turns out you just wanted me to watch your lovey-dovey moments." Miyamoto Yumi glanced at him and picked up a chicken skewer from her plate to eat.

"What dog food? Yumi, you...you shouldn't talk nonsense." Sato Miwako pouted and glanced at her.

"I have to say, it's much more enjoyable to eat barbecue with you guys, Miwako." Miyamoto Yumi sighed helplessly. "The parties I went to with those people from our transportation department before were no place for a human to stay."

"What happened?" Sato Miwako asked, noticing Miyamoto Yumi's furrowed brow.

Yumi Miyamoto put down her skewers, took a sip of her ice-cold beer, cleared her throat, and said:

"At first, the exchange there that night seemed normal, but later on..."

"later……"

"That's right. Near the end, my boss started telling us about his grand ambitions, like improving the Traffic Department's ranking within the Metropolitan Police Department. He went on and on about a whole bunch of things. I thought, we're here to relax and have a get-together, can't we talk about something lighthearted? Talking about the same things every day, even I'm tired of it, let alone him."

"And then?" Sato Miwako asked curiously, her eyes wide open.

"Then, without them even realizing it, they brought up the First Investigation Division, saying that your department is currently the most efficient and best-performing department in the Metropolitan Police Department..."

"As the conversation progressed, they inadvertently brought up Sato Miwako, saying that you wouldn't have been able to enter the First Investigation Division if it weren't for your father Sato Masayoshi's connections."

"Then, I refuted those who were criticizing you, and their insults escalated." Miyamoto Yumi said, her brows furrowing even more.

Sato Miwako was a little angry: "How could those people say such things? We're colleagues, after all. We shouldn't say such things behind each other's backs and look down on others."

Yuuki Takada wasn't surprised. Judging from the current situation, it's true that Miwako Sato's successful entry into the First Investigation Division was partly due to her father. But with her father gone for so many years, it's really unreasonable for those people to say such things.

“That wasn’t even the worst part,” Miyamoto Yumi continued. “Those people were so shameless, cursing and pandering to their boss just to curry favor. I thought to myself, I should have never gone to that party with them.”

"Did you finish eating?" Sato Miwako asked expressionlessly.

"I only ate a little before leaving, I really wasn't in the mood. Unlike today, this is the atmosphere you should have when eating yakitori." Miyamoto Yumi said, picking up another skewer and taking a bite, a satisfied expression on her face.

“But then again, it’s good that it’s the weekend and we have plenty of time. If we have more free time in the future, we can get together more often,” Yuuki Takada suddenly said.

Yumi Miyamoto broke the silence: "No matter what happens in the future, let's enjoy this moment. Come on, let's all raise a glass."

She raised her ice-cold beer.

Everyone else raised their glasses, clinked them together, and said in unison, "Cheers!"

After finishing his drink, Yuuki Takada picked up a skewer of grilled chicken meatballs and handed it to Miwako Sato: "Sato, there's still some left, have some more."

This time, Miwako Sato didn't refuse. She took the grilled chicken meatball, took a bite, and said with a smile, "It tastes really good."

Yuuki Takada looked at Miwako Sato with tenderness in his eyes: "I'm glad you like it."

Miyamoto Yumi noticed the two men's gazes and saw a hint of a smile in each other's eyes.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out not far from the yakitori stall.

Curious, everyone turned to look and saw a group of young people gathered together, seemingly arguing about something.

"It seems like someone's drunk and causing trouble," Miyamoto Yumi whispered.

Yuuki Takada frowned and said, "I hope it doesn't escalate."

However, the argument among the group grew louder and louder, and one of the tall boys even started shoving the people next to him.

The owner of the yakitori stall saw this and went over with some concern, wanting to break up the fight.

"Should we go over and take a look?" Sato Miwako asked with some concern.

Yuuki Takada shook his head: "It's best if we don't get involved in these kinds of things. The boss should be able to resolve the situation by mediating."

However, things did not go as they had expected.

The tall boy suddenly picked up an empty bottle and pretended to smash it at the person opposite him.

People around were so frightened that they all backed away, and the owner of the grilled bird stall dared not approach any further.

call out!

A throwing knife whistled through the air and immediately embedded itself in the table in front of the three people.

I was originally planning to leave some money on the table, preparing to leave.

Unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly threw a knife, which angered Takada Yuuki. It seems that he has no choice but to solve this troublesome matter.

"Never mind... I didn't want to get involved in this mess, but I've changed my mind now." Seeing this, Yuuki Takada put down his skewers, stood up, and walked towards the group of people.

"Takada-senpai, be careful!" Sato Miwako called out anxiously.

Yuuki Takada walked up to the group and calmly said, "Which guy dared to throw a knife at me just now?"

Chapter 73 Teaching a Lesson to a Thug

The boy holding the bottle glanced coldly at Takada Yuuki and said disdainfully, "Who are you?"

"I advise you to mind your own business."

Yuki Takada's gaze instantly turned cold.

He stepped forward steadily, only two steps away from the tall man holding the wine bottle.

"Who I am is not important..." A glint flashed in Takada Yuuki's eyes as he coldly stared at the group in front of him and said authoritatively, "What is important is that your actions just now constituted a threat to the lives of others."

"Oh? So what?" The man scoffed, shaking the bottle in his hand. "You want to be a hero?"

His companions behind him also burst into laughter and slowly surrounded him.

Yuki Takada didn't even try to dodge.

He merely tilted his head slightly, the fist whistling past his ear.

In the same instant, Yuuki Takada's left hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the man's wrist as he threw his punch, twisting it downwards, while his right foot silently tripped him forward.

"Ugh!" the man screamed as a subtle force pulled him off balance, causing him to fall face-first to the ground. He clutched his wrist and couldn't get up for a moment.

Seeing this, another accomplice roared and pounced from the side, trying to grab Takada Yuki's waist.

Yuki Takada, having long lurked in the shadows, could easily sense what was behind him.

With a nimble spin, not only did the opponent's tackle miss, but the force of the spin also allowed for a precise elbow strike to the opponent's back.

"Pfft!" The man groaned, staggered forward a few steps, and collapsed softly to the ground, choking on his stomach. He could only futilely open his mouth to breathe.

Almost simultaneously, a third person grabbed an empty plate from the nearby table and threw it at them.

Yuuki Takada's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward and entered the other person's arms. Before the plate fell, he swiftly pushed upward with his right hand, striking the other person's wrist holding the plate.

"Crack!"

A sharp crack was heard, the sound of the other person's wrist bone dislocating. The person cried out in pain and withdrew their hand.

Without pausing, Yuuki Takada grabbed his collar with his left hand and thrust his right knee upwards swiftly and powerfully, but stopped most of the force just before contact, instead using his thigh to strike the other man's abdomen.