Detective Conan: Primary School Student, Help Me Become a chaebol!

First floor, guest room.

It had now been converted into an employee dormitory, serving as Amuro Tooru's personal quarters.

At this moment, Amuro Tooru lay half-reclined on the bed, gazing out at the dark night beyond the window, his expression marked by a headache.

Worry!

Although she'd previously sensed that Li Ze was suspicious, and the organization had assigned her a task regarding him...

So.

She decided to come here, both to investigate and gather information, and because she found herself intrigued by Li Ze.

What kind of skills did this man possess to build a shell company to this level?

Now?

She had her answer.

Li Ze was indeed both capable and resourceful, with plenty of luck to back him up.

From all appearances, everything he did seemed legitimate.

But here was the problem.

Under normal circumstances, even if Li Ze could take over the Mitsunari Seba Group, he'd likely face serious difficulties in fully digesting and integrating their operations.

Other groups wouldn't give him the breathing room to grow further.

But, damn.

Not only had Li Ze anticipated this, but his methods were downright audacious.

Using detectives to investigate executives, leveraging incriminating evidence to control the uncooperative ones, forcing loyalty pledges, even recruiting fresh talent to stir the pot—those tactics had been surprising enough to make her reevaluate him.

And then, there was his final move.

The idea of involving PMC forces to disrupt the situation and outmaneuver the chaebols on a different playing field shocked her to her core.

It was ruthless, cunning... and genius.

Though he was furious, he had to admit it would absolutely work.

If Li Ze truly followed through with this, he believed the chaebols would most likely comply.

Yes.

As a public security officer, she understood the chaebols well.

Just as Li Ze claimed, they valued appearances and avoided outright conflict.

Especially since...

Li Ze's moves only targeted the Seba Group without encroaching on their core interests.

The choice was simple:

Lose a bit of influence and recognize Li Ze's standing.

Or...

Risk their heirs' lives and the destruction of their businesses.

The decision wasn't difficult.

"Li Ze, you're truly impressive."

"I'm beginning to believe you're qualified to become a chaebol."

"But that makes things even more troublesome."

"If this guy really goes unchecked, it could lead to chaos."

"But stopping him?"

"As they said, he hasn't broken any laws. Even if PMC involvement becomes a reality, the trouble would fall on the PMC itself, not Li Ze."

And PMCs?

Organizations like the FBI might operate within some semblance of reason, but private armed forces only care about results.

What a headache!

Especially when it came to the organization.

For the general public, the organization might remain shrouded in mystery. But PMCs, who often operated within the shadows of the underworld, would undoubtedly be aware of its existence.

Up until now, the lack of overlapping interests had kept them from clashing.

But now?

Things were changing.

If Li Ze gave the order, a PMC could easily track the organization. And since Li Ze only wanted to "teach it a lesson," there was no need for extensive reconnaissance or evidence-gathering, just straightforward action.

It wouldn't even aim for the organization's destruction, merely a demonstration of power.

And shockingly, it was likely to work.

Even if the organization deduced that Li Ze was behind it, there was a high probability they'd opt for a truce rather than retaliation.

Yes.

Unlike state militaries, the organization had no need for a life-or-death battle against Li Ze. In the end, they'd likely remain distant adversaries.

In fact...

This was a familiar dynamic among the chaebols in the region. Everyone knew these dark forces existed, yet they maintained mutual restraint.

After all, the chaebols had resources.

If it ever came to it, they could always hire someone else to handle the matter.

But right now?

It seemed unlikely Amuro Tooru could leave this matter unattended for long.

Even with public security backing her, taking on someone like Li Ze wouldn't be easy.

He was a chaebol.

Without concrete evidence, convicting him would be nearly impossible.

The next morning.

Li Ze sneezed as he woke up, glancing out the window at the fallen leaves. It felt as though autumn had suddenly arrived overnight, even though it had been summer just yesterday.

He remained composed.

Ever since arriving in the world of the Death God elementary school students, he'd braced himself for strange occurrences.

This was no exception.

After changing into autumn-appropriate clothes, he headed to the dining room, where he ate soy milk and fried dough sticks.

He greeted Alice before heading off to school.

The day passed uneventfully.

Other than Kudou Shinichi's empty desk, nothing unexpected occurred.

Clearly.

Even if there was a case today, it was probably on Conan's end.

And at this stage?

Unless it involved a corporate president's death, Li Ze had no interest in getting involved.

After school.

He exchanged brief pleasantries with Sonoko and Ran before boarding the car Alice had arranged for him.

The vehicle brought him to a secluded manor.

After stepping out, Li Ze straightened his clothes and took a moment to admire the property.

Wow!

The manor covered a vast area, managing to remain peaceful and serene despite its location in Tokyo.

Even with the burst of the housing price bubble, the value of this estate was undoubtedly high.

So it seemed...

Toshiro Odagiri, the criminal minister and police chief, was no ordinary officer.

Still, this was to be expected.

After all, Japan was a capitalist nation.

Taking a deep breath, Li Ze stepped forward and walked inside.