Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 910 You Must Accept Fate

Grace stood in the shadows beneath the bridge, her feet seemingly nailed to the spot.

She stared blankly at the man in a comfortable suit, leaning lazily against the bridge railing, her eyes wide with confusion and bewilderment.

That man was Rum.

He seemed to have been waiting on the bridge for a long time, like a hunter patiently waiting for his prey to step into his trap.

“It’s too late for you to get there.” McCarran’s voice rang out coldly in the earpiece.

“But you can, Vermouth.” He paused for a few seconds, seemingly giving Baijiu time to think. “Baijiu, you have to admit one thing.”

“That means I know you very well.” The voice gradually became more and more mechanical and devoid of emotion, as if it came from a living dead person. “Although we have never actually met.”

"But based on countless deductions, you are indeed a very interesting person. I know what you care about most, baijiu (Chinese liquor)." This cold voice, like a chill, penetrated the air and lingered around the baijiu.

"You're not McCallum, are you...?" Baijiu felt a chill run down his spine.

"You're only just realizing it?" the intelligent entity retorted, a hint of mockery in its voice. "Of course not. But you don't need to blame yourself too much. In all the timelines I've simulated..."

“Even if you discover my identity halfway through,” the intelligent entity sneered, “you will encounter various obstacles and be unable to arrive in time.”

“And those things that are destined will only happen sooner.” The intelligent being’s words were cruel and absolute. “Everything is already predetermined, and everything you do is in vain.”

"Baijiu," Zhiti's voice remained deathly cold, "...wait to die."

"squeak--!"

As the "Macallan" voice faded, a piercing metallic scraping sound came from the side. The previously tightly closed iron gate slowly opened by itself!

Grace looked at the man on the bridge, her legs trembling slightly involuntarily.

The feeling was like an ordinary passerby accidentally encountering a nobleman of high status. The power and aura naturally emanating from the other party created an invisible sense of oppression, suffocating like magic, and awe arising from the bottom of one's heart.

Rum slowly turned around, glanced calmly at his watch, and said in a calm tone, "You're right on time. You're not late."

The baijiu's neck suddenly turned towards the iron gate that had suddenly opened beside it.

Gil, holding a long sword, was leaning against the wall, seemingly having been waiting there for some time.

Her once lively cat eyes were now fixed on the liquor with a brutal and bloodthirsty gaze—it was no longer the look of a cat, but more like the look of a lion poised to pounce!

on the bridge.

Grace was very clear about the current situation.

Her hand slowly reached to her waist, pulled out the half-key, and raised it halfway into the air. But in the blink of an eye, the key mysteriously transformed into a gleaming, cold blade!

Rum showed no fear whatsoever. Even without the aid of his "intelligent body," his physical abilities were more than enough to fight Grace. The organization's second-in-command wouldn't be easily intimidated by such a scene.

"It seems a tragic ending is inevitable." Rum shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile on his face. "It seems the ending is already predetermined."

"To be honest... I'd love to see Baijiu get his comeuppance." He shrugged. "Alright, enough with the nonsense. I'll just choose you as the supporting character for the final act!"

In the narrow alley, Baijiu didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately threw himself into the battle that erupted in the confined space. He quickened his pace and rushed towards Gil, who was drawing his sword, like an arrow released from a bow.

Before Kiel could fully draw the sword from his sleeve, Baijiu, like an out-of-control heavy truck, slammed his hard shoulder into her petite body!

Because of her petite size, Kiel, despite the burning pain, managed to break free from the rock-solid impact of Baijiu's shoulder! She raised her elbow high, bringing a sharp gust of wind that tore through the air, and thrust it fiercely towards Baijiu's head!

On the bridge, Grace gripped her blade tightly in a backhand and ran towards Rum, lunging forward! To her, destiny was utter nonsense! She didn't believe in fate at all! This conflict surrounding the "intelligent body" had nothing to do with her in the first place.

Her initial motivation was simple—to make a quick buck.

She had no ambition to rule the world; she only wanted to improve her life, make a fortune, and then live a peaceful life like an ordinary person, truly experiencing the world.

Instead of being like a mouse, endlessly hiding, hiding, and hiding again.

Grace swung the blade with all her might, each strike aimed straight for Rum's heart! She was determined to kill him.

Through her brief encounter with baijiu (Chinese liquor), she also learned that gambler's mentality—you have to take a gamble on everything. If you don't even have the courage to place a bet, what can you achieve? Sometimes, seemingly unsolvable predicaments can only be broken through a high-stakes gamble.

Now, Grace is playing the role of such a gambler. It seems there's only one way to live a better life: kill the man who represents omnipotence!

However, as Rum easily dodged each deadly strike, Grace's brow furrowed. She realized something was wrong—for the first time, this woman who had never believed in fate was wavering.

Rum's dodges didn't seem like he was reacting to an attack; they were more like he was executing a pre-choreographed sequence of actions. It was as if he had anticipated her every intention and had already dodged before she even drew her knife.

Grace's movements began to slow down, and her strength gradually became distorted, perhaps due to her mental state. Rum, on the other hand, danced gracefully like a well-mannered guest, enjoying the "performance" prepared for him like a dancer on a stage.

In the alley.

On the other side, Baijiu had no intention of continuing the fight with Kiel. His only thought now was to get over that fence as quickly as possible! Because the imposter "McCarlan" had mentioned Vermouth before disappearing!

He couldn't help but worry—since "Intelligent Body" could perfectly imitate McCullen's voice, then imitating his own voice would be a piece of cake!

In that case... who knows what the "intelligent body" will say to Vermouth?

Bai Jiu dared not think too much about it; he only longed to get to the battlefield as soon as possible, or to reunite with Vermouth. Even if it meant fleeing for his life amidst a hail of bullets, he didn't care, as long as she didn't fall into Rum's trap.

But how could Kiel easily let go of his "prey"?

Baijiu struggled fiercely, trying to break free from Kiel's arms, which were locked tightly on his shoulders like iron clamps! The strength was outrageous; he simply couldn't believe that a woman could unleash such power.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Vermouth and Gil were to arm wrestle, Gil would absolutely defeat Vermouth instantly.

In the past, this would have been absolutely impossible.

But now it has become an undeniable fact.

Baijiu simply cannot imagine what Kiel went through.

How did it become so strong and powerful?