Conan: The King of Villains System

I'm just an ordinary little bartender, and I'm not that evil, I don't have a cent left. "

"Bartender? You asked for another 150,000, and you said you were not evil."

The black-haired lady drank the drink in her hand with a smile.

"After all, my empire is just getting started. How is it? Interested in joining?"

"Empire? What empire? What are you doing with this money laundering villain?"

"Hey, don't say that. What the hell are you? Are you? Belmod."

The black-haired woman's movements suddenly stopped, and the smile froze on her face.

"Belmode? What are you talking about?"

"Just stop pretending, you don't need to sell off in front of me."

The woman's expression suddenly became strange, and even the smile on her face changed. .

"Amazing, how do you know I'm from Belmod?"

"Well, you should just take it as your intuition—"

Matsuda Hiroshi said with a smile, of course it was impossible to tell Belmod that he found him by cheating in the system.

And Belmod just smiled and shook his head.

"Why, are you unwilling to join my empire?"

"First, I don't know you fully. Second, I have to serve my organization again."

"Don't you do this kind of thing often, two-faced spy."

"What benefits can I get from joining your so-called empire?"

"There are many benefits, and you will know when you join in."

"Thank you for your kindness, let me think about it for a while."

"If you figure it out, contact me anytime!"

Belmod just waved his hand, carried the box and left.

Unsurprisingly, because Belmod is not such an easy woman to get.

It's just a matter of time to pull her in.

Come down, I'm going to find someone.

No, he is not human.

It's one of my men - Dio Brando.

Turn the angle of view.

Matsuda Hiroshi drove to the deep mountains alone.

After driving for a while on the winding road, I finally stopped in front of an old castle.

Pushing open the old-fashioned and classical door, a cold air blows.

"I'm sorry, mymaster."

Dio Brando appeared at one end of the spiral staircase and bowed deeply.

And Matsuda Hiroshi just waved his hand, even if he became his subordinate, Dio Brando still maintained his arrogance in his bones.

"Mymaster, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Dior, do you remember the granulation you used to use?"

"Huh—is that the granulation that controls consciousness?"

"Yes, give me a few."

"As ordered."

With a gorgeous turn, Dio Brando suddenly teleported to Matsuda Hiroshi, and stretched out his hand to hand out three granulated seeds.

"As long as the seed is placed on the human forehead, the granulation will grow on its own, controlling and absorbing the human lifespan."

Matsuda Hiroshi nodded, but he couldn't help feeling a little tired after running around all day.

"Is there any wine? Bring me some too."

"Of course there is. There is never a shortage of wine."

Afterwards, Matsuda Hiroshi followed Dio Brando to the wine cellar.

The two chose a bottle of red wine that had been stored for a long time and went to the compartment.

This house can be said to be the first base in the early days of the empire. It was purchased from a gentleman who immigrated to Japan from the UK. His subordinates usually live in this place. Except for 1.0, it is not a system call, otherwise they usually stay here.

"Dior, what do you think of my imperial plan?"

"Master, your plan is very good. Indeed, it is currently in the stage of preparing funds, but it also consumes a lot of money. Do you have any direction?"

I saw Matsuda Hiroshi sneer and take a sip of red wine.

"Of course, I want to use this granulation to intercept the billion yen."