[Detective Conan Fan Fiction] [Hilarious beyond belief]
The mastermind behind the liquor syndicate has amnesia, and the result is one absurd mishap after another!
In the eyes of Gin and the other executives, the Black Organization's boss, Karasuma Shuryou, is the Napoleon of the underworld, a real-life Moriarty, and Japan's greatest criminal mastermind.
But as far as Karasuma Shuryou is concerned, he's just an ordinary bar owner. It's the customers in his bar who are all a little strange.
For example, there's the fearsome gangster who drinks without paying and demands protection money, accompanied by a lackey who keeps chugging Vodka.
Then there's the woman of the world who's especially fond of vermouth. She's beautiful, but she also drinks without paying.
And that dark-skinned young man who likes whiskey has tried bourbon, rye, and Scotch, yet still hasn't paid.
If you people don't pay up, my bar is going to go under!
The reason for this disconnect is that Karasuma Shuryou has lost his memory.
The boss has amnesia, yet the Organization's executives haven't noticed a thing. How is the Organization still running as usual?
Is someone concealing the truth from above and below, or is this boss just too laid-back to care?
Welcome to This Boss Isn't Conan, where you'll meet a Black Organization that's neither Conan-like nor remotely serious!
(This is my second Detective Conan fanfic. I hope you'll show it lots of support!)
