[Conan] Black And Silver: The Bond Of Rivals Chapter 2

The Unfinished Game

The sound of sirens drew closer, their lights sweeping across the Haido Port docks.

Shuichi Akai slowly withdrew his gaze and adjusted his soaked knit cap, his fingertips icy cold.

He did not linger, turning to vanish into the deeper shadows, quickly disappearing into the rainy night.

Once he was far from the docks, he took out his phone and dialed a familiar number.

The call was answered after a single ring, and Jodie Starling’s anxious voice immediately came through: Shu! How is it going on your end? We received word that Gin appeared near Haido Port—

I am fine, Shuichi Akai interrupted, his voice calm but carrying a trace of imperceptible exhaustion. Gin left. He did not make a move.

Jodie was clearly relieved, but then she sounded confused: He did not make a move? That does not sound like him. He clearly hates you to the bone, and this was supposed to be a dead end now that your identity is exposed…

Shuichi Akai fell silent for a moment, Gin’s green eyes, churning with hostility and obsession, flashing through his mind.

He has his own obsessions, Shuichi Akai said softly. He won’t kill me for the time being.

Obsessions? Jodie was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask more, but she was interrupted.

Let us not talk about it for now. I need to handle the aftermath. I will contact you if anything new happens.

Hanging up the phone, Shuichi Akai put it back in his pocket. Rainwater slid down his jaw, dripping onto his collar.

He knew better than anyone what kind of frantic possessiveness was hidden behind Gin’s question: Who do you really belong to?

They were once undercover agent and enemy, but now, there was an added layer of inextricable entanglement.

At the same time, the black Porsche sped down the empty highway. The windshield wipers swung rapidly, yet they could not clear the oppressive atmosphere inside the car.

Gin gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles still white.

Shuichi Akai’s cold words echoed repeatedly in his mind: It was all fake.

Fake?

He slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt by the side of the road.

Vodka was startled and spoke cautiously: Boss, what is wrong?

Gin did not speak. His cold green eyes stared at the pitch-black road, hostility surging within them, mixed with a hint of irritation he was unwilling to admit even to himself.

He did not believe it.

From the gunshot wound in Northern Europe to the explosion in Yokohama, and the countless times they shared a tacit understanding during missions.

In those emerald eyes, there had clearly been genuine emotion.

It was simply buried deep beneath the identity of the FBI and the so-called light.

Shuichi Akai… Gin whispered the name, his tone carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

You can lie to me, and you can pretend not to care.

But remember this: I am the one who calls the shots in this game.

Whether you belong to the light or the FBI, in the end, you can only be the person I am waiting for.

He restarted the car, the engine letting out a low roar like a beast ready to pounce.

Boss, what should we do next… Vodka asked tentatively.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Gin’s eyes. Keep an eye on him. I want to know his every move.

The next time we meet, I will not give him another chance to lie.

I will make him strip away all his disguises and force him to admit with his own mouth—

Whether those things in his heart that he dares not speak of are real or not.

The rainy night gradually came to an end as a faint light appeared on the horizon.

The smoke over Haido Port had long since dissipated, but the confrontation between black and silver had only just entered its most intense chapter.

The entanglement of archnemeses and the pull of obsession were destined to stir up an unquenchable storm in this city.