Conan: Eu Sou um Magnata em Tóquio

“Stop~”

“Hello, please pull over. You were speeding just now, so three points will be deducted from your license.”

Yumi Miyamoto tapped on the car window, took out a pen, and started writing a ticket. As she was about to tear it off and hand it to the man inside, a 1,000-yen bill floated out from the window.

“Keep the change.”

With that, the man inside tried to roll up the window.

“Wait!” Yumi pressed her hand against the window, her gaze turning stern and unfriendly.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

Yumi Miyamoto said with a serious face, “I said three points off your driving license! Don’t think you can just bribe me and get away!”

Upon hearing Yumi’s words, Shoichi Sumitomo let out a small “oh” and took back the 1,000 yen from her hand.

“My license? I don’t have one of those,” Shoichi said casually as he tried to roll the window up again.

At this moment, Yumi had already started pulling at the car door. “Fine, then you’re driving without a license!”

Having been a traffic cop for so long, Yumi had never encountered such a brazen individual.

“What do you mean ‘without a license’? Why do you speak so rudely?” Shoichi replied unhappily. “I wanted to take the test, but they said I have a mental problem and wouldn’t let me. What else can I do?”

“Get out of the car!”

Yumi gripped Shoichi’s car door roughly.

Shoichi looked at his car with concern. “Could you be gentler? This is a car I just got; there might not be another one like it in all of Tokyo.”

“Got it?”

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