Ranran's eyes remained fixed on Amaya, her expression unwavering. "I have been wanting to do this for a long while, especially after what our former member had to say about your sister's activities."

To their surprise, Ranran raised her hand before slapping Amaya in the face.

The sharp sound of the slap reverberated through the hallway, the shockwave of the strike seeming to echo the collective disbelief in the room. The Envious Weasels stood frozen, their eyes wide with astonishment.

Amaya staggered backwards, his hand flying to his cheek, his face a mix of surprise and outrage. His companions, Ryoko and Shoji, stared in disbelief at the audacity of Ranran's actions.

"You... You dare..." Amaya's voice was trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"Before all of you are wagging all of your unsightly tongues to the others, there is an unsightly announcement I have to make, "Ranran turned to address the bystanders and other schoolmates, keeping the burly boy in her line of vision. "I apologize for my unsightly display, but I assure you, it is necessary. For you see this hooligan here," she spat the word like it was poison in her mouth, pointing an accusing finger at the dishevelled boy. "Is the reason why the soccer club Shinichi was formerly in, turned against him when Rokuro lied about him instigating the feud. How? Through video recording, Shinichi, why don't you show everyone that video you recorded the other day on your smartphone between him and Mamiko the other day? It's better to hear it from both of the donkey siblings' mouths."

Shinichi nodded, taking out his smartphone and swiftly navigating to the video he had recorded. With a few taps, he projected it onto an iPad Ranran was carrying, ensuring that everyone in the room could see and hear clearly.

The video played, revealing the candid conversation between Amaya and Mamiko. As their voices filled the room, it became evident that the two were indeed involved in a deceitful scheme to undermine Shinichi and Ranran.

Gasps of disbelief and outrage rippled through the crowd. The Envious Weasels and Mamiko stood exposed, their treachery laid bare for all to witness.

Amaya's face turned a deep shade of red, his anger boiling over. He glared at Ranran and Shinichi, realizing that their carefully constructed facade was crumbling.

"By the way, if you guys wondered when we recorded this, it was around the time before the serial killer incident while our class 1-A was out camping during the 2 most miserable weeks of our lives." Ranran commented, "And to ensure what those siblings said was the truth, Shinichi headed to the said stadium where Amaya was said to have bribed his soccer mates back at the soccer club and boy, Ran wasn't kidding when she pointed out Amaya and Mamiko benefitting from their mother's....'activities', to be able to afford those V.I.P tickets."

"But now that all of this is out of the blue, I am afraid their soccer dreams are better off dead, don't you think?" Shinichi adds. "I fainted when I found out it was true, especially with a combination of everything in between, that I was wired to an IV drip at the hospital!"

The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and indignation filling the air.

Amaya's face contorted with rage, his fists clenched at his sides. He was cornered, his carefully crafted plan unravelling before his eyes. "You think you can ruin my future? You'll pay for this, all of you!"

"What future? Not like you and your sister are going to be expelled, thanks to the couple of men your mom is seeing," Ranran shrugs casually with a smirk, "You will have a future here alongside her, just that it won't be a flowery road ahead of you."

"To pay up for your sins, thorns await you." Shinichi revealed, "And it won't end with the principal in this school punishing the both of you, Oh no, it would be a life filled with suffering."

"A fate worse than death is a befitting punishment." Ranran decided. "You both can't be expelled along with the others, but that didn't mean you all won't be alive to suffer retribution."

The school hallway was engulfed in a charged silence, punctuated only by the faint whispers and gasps of the onlookers. "Huh, I doubt you are able to do anything." Amaya downplays this, "You are all 6-year-olds."

Ranran and Shinichi exchanged a knowing glance before Ranran decided to play her cards differently. Staring at Shiro Shoji and Ashikaga Ryoko, "As for the both of you, as much as you didn't play much of a role involving all of this, are you sure you both want to continue heading down a path beyond return with this incompetent leader of yours?"

Everyone's jaw dropped at Ranran's words while the boys cringed in anger over how insensitive she could be, and Ran held her breath as she waited to hear what the two boys who sided with Amaya would say next. The question hung in the air like a heavyweight, and the tension in the hallway seemed to reach its peak. Shiro Shoji and Ashikaga Ryoko exchanged uncertain glances, their allegiance to Amaya wavering in the face of the unfolding revelations before deciding in unison.

"Why do you care, anyway? Before, you were busy mocking how my mother couldn't keep her pants down with my real dad, and that you mocked me on having 20 half-siblings through my father who was a con man last year at that pakour event!?" Shoji blasted in anger.

"Yeah!" Ryoko trembled in anger, "I didn't forget the last time you ousted my mother having gotten pregnant with me in her teens, just because she slept with a homeless man!"

"You guys called me a 'bastard' at that time, the daughter of a mistress whom I got my talent by sleeping with Shinichi's dad, so how are we any different?" Ranran refuted.

The hallway seemed to reverberate with the raw honesty of their words. The revelations laid bare the deep-seated wounds that had festered beneath the surface. It was a moment of brutal truth, one that forced everyone to confront their own biases and prejudices.

"Shoji," Ranran confronted, "Before the parkour event, your mother remarried and had a baby sister that same year, right?"

Shoji's face twisted with a mix of surprise and anger. "How did you...?"

"You resented her and your stepdad, did you not? For occupying your mother's attention, including your step-father whom you despise? Suddenly, you are no longer the only child in the family. Also, I heard she is a born prodigy."

The revelation sent a shockwave through Shoji's expression. His carefully guarded secret had been laid bare for all to see. He exchanged a stunned glance with Ryoko, who was equally taken aback.

"How... how did you know about that?" Shoji's voice trembled with a mixture of astonishment and anger.

"I have my ways," Ranran's eyes bore into Shoji's, her gaze unwavering. "Academic-wise, you are a failure. You suck in physical education too, compared to your 20 half-siblings whose mothers are lawyers, doctors, and high-ranking jobs compared to your mother, their children are way more talented than you. But.... when it comes to car mechanism, you were one of the best."

The revelation about Shoji's family situation and his hidden talent left the hallway in stunned silence. It was a side of Shoji that none of his classmates, including Amaya, had known about. The tension in the air seemed to shift as if a new layer of complexity had been added to the situation.

"If it were anything, you even knew the value, tuning and performance of every single car, from old to new. You were your late maternal father's pride and joy, till he died in one of the races he was in, and this was after the pakour event." She continued to scrutinize Shoji. "You have the potential to excel in your own way, Shoji. So why continue to follow Amaya's path?"

Shoji's face contorted with a mixture of surprise, anger, and vulnerability. He had never expected his personal struggles and talents to be laid bare in such a public manner. "You-"

"His mother is rich, sure, and while I admit his mother had the connections to get you to succeed in life, is your life worth it? To continue living on as his minion for the next 6 years?" Ranran pointed out.

The hallway was enveloped in a charged silence, the onlookers awaiting Shoji's response.

"Your sister...was sent to a prestigious school, while your mother chose not to send you since she thinks that car dream is a waste, right?"

Amaya, who had been watching the exchange with growing impatience, couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "Enough of this nonsense! Shoji, Ryoko, we're leaving!"

"Shoji, if you feel alone and a failure in school since your mother favours your intellectual prodigy sister over you, you can just join that race car club Reina just approved not long ago. I am certain....with your talents, you be a leader and no longer be looked down upon by a disqualified buffoon like Amaya ever again if it means achieving your dream. Also, the club is going to compete in an upcoming Grand Prix competition for children within the next 2 months. If your club win, it won't end with sponsorships."

Shoji's face twisted with a mix of emotions. He looked between Ranran and Amaya, torn between the familiarity of his current path and the possibility of forging a new one. The weight of Ranran's words hung heavily in the air, their truth undeniable.

Ryoko, who had been standing beside Shoji, watched the exchange with wide eyes. He had been a silent observer for most of the confrontation, but Ranran's words struck a chord within her.

"Ryoko, maybe...maybe we should consider what Ranran is saying," Shoji spoke up tentatively, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"Hah!? You can't be serious, right?!" Ryoko's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Don't be fools!"

"Ryoko, when was the last time you ice skated?" Shinichi was the next to confront him.

Shinichi's question seemed to catch Ryoko off guard. He exchanged a confused glance with Shoji before responding, "How did you-"

"I didn't forget the last time you said how beautiful it was the way your mother used to figure skate in her earlier videos before having you," Shinichi answered.

Ryoko's face turned pale, his secret laid bare before the eyes of his classmates. He had never expected his private thoughts to be brought into the open like this.

"You had to quit because kids made fun of you, and said this is girly stuff," Shinichi continued, "Did you know that a professional figure skater can earn up to millions from endorsements, competitions, and shows? It's a world that combines artistry and athleticism in a way that few sports do. You could have been a star, Ryoko. That is if you ignored those criticisms."

The weight of Shinichi's words settled heavily on Ryoko's shoulders. He stood there, vulnerable and exposed, unable to escape the truth that had been laid bare.

"Did it not occur to you that the reason Amaya made fun of you back then, was so he could continue to manipulate you? Being the only rich kid in the group? No, of course not." Shinichi scoffed, as he watched Ryoko's fingers curl up and tremble, "Your mother had to quit that dream when she was around 14 just to have you, everyone belittled you over this. Which is why recently, the student council in our school approved another club: Ice figure skating for both genders, and around 20 kids in our school had signed up recently. If you join, no one will ever make you think you are an oddball who needs to be tough in order to survive in this school ever again, Ryoko."

Ryoko's face contorted with a mixture of emotions. The weight of his unfulfilled dreams and the years of suppressing his true passion had finally caught up to him. His hands clenched into fists, trembling with the intensity of his emotions.

Shinichi's words seemed to echo in the hallway, the truth of them undeniable. The option of pursuing his passion for figure skating was laid out before him, and it felt like a lifeline in the midst of the storm.

"This is the last offer, if you both continue to stick to Amaya, being his dog won't lead you anywhere but down a destructive road. You've seen what just happened here today. Do you really want to continue down this path of deceit and manipulation?" Ranran reminded them.

"Ryoko and Shoji, you don't have to do this," Amaya's voice cut through, filled with desperation. "Don't let them dictate your life!"

But the power that once held sway over the two boys had begun to crumble. Ryoko was the first to exchange a long, uncertain look with Shoji, who had also been swayed by the revelations.

Ryoko's voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I... I want to try figure skating again."

The admission hung in the air, a profound moment of vulnerability. The hallway seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the decision palpable. "Ooi, Ryoko-"

"I hate punching other kids to prove my point, I hate talking crap of others. The more I do, the more hurtful I feel." Ryoko voiced out in anger, "I hate it when other kids make fun of my mother, but I hate it even more that I am hurting her by going against my dream all these years, knowing deep down...I can never miss out on my love for figure skating."

"Ryoko!"

"I missed out on the times when I put on those skates and felt like I was soaring like I was free like a bird." Ryoko's voice gained strength as he spoke, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I've been denying myself that happiness for far too long. I can't do it anymore."

The revelation seemed to resonate through the hallway, a powerful testament to the strength of self-discovery and the courage it took to confront one's true desires.

"And I am done giving up on my dream of becoming a race car driver," Shoji decided too, "I miss my maternal grandfather, especially the days when he taught me how to tinker with cars. I used to love it, but my family situation kept on stopping me."

Shoji's words hung in the air, mirroring Ryoko's vulnerability. The two boys had made their choices, choosing to embrace their passions and pursue their dreams.

Ranran and Shinichi exchanged a satisfied glance, proud that they had been able to encourage their classmates to follow their hearts.

Amaya, on the other hand, was seething with anger and frustration. The ground beneath him seemed to crumble, his control slipping through his fingers.

"You're all fools!" Amaya spat, his face twisted with venom. "You'll regret this!"

"DAMN THAT KUDO RANRAN! DID YOU STEAL MY LAPTOP?! And why in the hell is everyone gathering there!?"

Meanwhile, a furious Ishibashi Mamiko who had just returned from a meeting was on her way to class 1-A to confront her nemesis, after entering her journalism club to notice that her laptop had gone missing.

Mamiko's furious voice echoed down the hallway, drawing the attention of everyone present. She stormed toward the gathering with an expression of pure rage, her eyes fixed on Ranran.

Ranran met Mamiko's glare with unyielding determination. "Your laptop? Why, I don't have it."

"But I do." Mouri Ran spoke calmly, holding up the device. "Mind explaining why you have photos of Shinichi in the shape of a heart in your bedroom as wallpaper!?"

The revelation sent a shockwave through the crowd. Mamiko's face turned a deep shade of red, and her composure shattered. She exchanged a panicked glance with Amaya, who seemed equally caught off guard.

"You invaded my privacy!" Mamiko's voice was shrill with indignation.

"Invasion of privacy is when you start taking photos of them when they are unaware, not when you happen to be in a situation when you stumble upon evidence," Ranran retorted, her voice unwavering.

Mamiko's face twisted with frustration, her mind racing to come up with a defence before walking past Ranran to confront Mouri. "You have no right to go through my belongings!"

"And you have no right to invade someone's life and manipulate them for your own gain," Shinichi interjected, his voice cutting through the tension.

The standoff seemed to escalate, the air thick with animosity. The onlookers exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what would happen next.

Before anything could happen, Mamiko noticed her half-brother's face was sore red before pointing, "Niisan, what happened to your face?"

Amaya's face was indeed an angry shade of red, the aftermath of Ranran's forceful slap. He winced as he touched his cheek, glaring daggers at Ranran. "This girl slapped me!" Amaya seethed, his voice dripping with anger. "She has no respect for authority!"

Mamiko's eyes narrowed, taking in the scene before her. She turned to Ranran, her expression filled with a mix of disbelief and anger. "You had no right to lay a hand on him!"

"Oh? So it's right for you to orchestrate a smear campaign against Ranran and manipulate us all, but it ain't ok for Ranran to fight back?!" Shinichi shot back, his voice unwavering. "Don't forget, you tried to force me to not go after my Tantei dream through Ran and Sonoko!"

"Especially how to manipulated me and Sonoko!?" Ran adds.

"Yeah! You wrote horrible things on our desk!" Sonoko snarled.

The tension in the hallway seemed to thicken as the accusations flew. The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances, caught in the middle of the escalating confrontation.

Mamiko's face contorted with a mixture of anger and frustration. She was cornered, her carefully constructed facade crumbling before her eyes. "So what if I did? Don't forget, one word from my mouth to the press, and your identity as the founder of Tantei Association would be finished!"

Shinichi's face fell as he was struck with horror, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would," Mamiko sneered, her confidence returning in the face of Shinichi's fear. "All it takes is one article, and Ranran will die the moment those criminals you all threw in prison find out her identity. We already had nothing to lose anyway, since everyone in this very school knew about our mother's occupation!"

The threat hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the consequences it could bring. The atmosphere in the hallway seemed to shift, a palpable sense of unease settling over the onlookers.

"Go ahead," Ranran hardened her gaze at Mamiko and Amaya, unfazed.

"Ranran!" Shinichi's eyes grew wide.

"Cause the first thing when that happens, before I die, I will make sure to leak out how mentally unstable you are, starting with your records when you were sent to that mental hospital to the press!"

Mamiko's face contorted with rage at Ranran's defiance. The threat had turned into a dangerous game of chicken, and the stakes were higher than ever.

"You wouldn't dare," Mamiko hissed, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

"I assure you, I would. Cause you knew deep down no one would hire someone with a mental illness record, especially when the reason is revealed that you attempted to stab me with a knife on the school's premise. And I ain't done yet," With venom dripping from the lip 6-year-old girl, the detective girl continued, "I had a list of your mother's exes, the ones that are rather furious that they were infected with a 'disease', one so serious, if the kids here knew what it is, it will be the end game for you and Amaya."

"You!"

"I don't mind dying, but it will be at the price of your mother's!"

The tension in the hallway was now at its peak, the atmosphere charged with animosity and apprehension. The onlookers were caught in a whirlwind of revelations and threats, unable to tear their eyes away from the unfolding drama. Mamiko's face had turned a ghostly shade of white, her composure shattered by Ranran's bold threats. She exchanged a panicked glance with Amaya, who seemed equally stunned by the turn of events.

"Ranran, that's enough!" Shinichi interjected, his voice urgent. "Stop, this ain't worth losing your life to protect us all."

"But-"

Before Ranran could respond, a stern voice rang out, cutting through the charged atmosphere.

"That's enough." The vice principal had finally made her way to the scene, her expression stern and unwavering. She took in the sight before her, the confrontation that had escalated beyond control.

"Kohoku sensei!" Mamiko's voice held a mix of relief and urgency. "You have to do something about her!"

The vice principal turned her gaze towards Mamiko, then to Ranran, and finally, to Shinichi. She let out a deep sigh, clearly disappointed by the turn of events.

"Ranran, Shinichi, I expected better from both of you," she began, her voice filled with disappointment. "This isn't how we resolve conflicts in this school."

Now Ranran knew the vice principal was biased towards Mamiko, mostly since Mamiko is biologically her maternal niece, "Of course, it ain't if you had known how to manage the school whenever the principal is away." Ranran taunted.

The vice principal's gaze hardened as Ranran's words cut through the tension. She clearly wasn't one to be swayed by taunts or provocation.

"Your behaviour is unacceptable," she stated firmly. "I will not tolerate this kind of disruption in my school."

"Neither is your recent pay raise, given the disorderly things that have been going on within the school these past 2 months." Ranran didn't back down, her defiance is evident in her expression.

The vice principal's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "This is not the way to address these issues. You should have come to the faculty with your concerns."

"And what would that have achieved? More empty promises and turning a blind eye?" Shinichi retorted, frustration clear in his voice.

"We have protocols for a reason," the vice principal countered. "Taking matters into your own hands in this manner is unacceptable."

As the tension in the hallway continued to rise, it was clear that a resolution wouldn't come easily. The onlookers watched with bated breath, unsure of what would happen next.

"Sure," Ranran knowingly nodded, "It is unacceptable." All the children gasped, clearly not expecting Ranran to admit defeat. "But just like what we did, neither is your pay raise acceptable either."

The vice principal's expression shifted from sternness to surprise, her guard momentarily dropped by Ranran's unexpected concession.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her tone cautious.

"Matsuyuki Moriko, my best friend's cousin," Ranran's gaze remained steady. "It's strange that her cries to the teacher went unanswered, whenever she reported your niece for bullying her since kindergarten right up till now. Especially coincidentally, all of the teachers Moriko reported to are males."

The vice principal's face turned a shade paler as Ranran's words hung in the air. The hallway seemed to close in around them, the weight of the accusation palpable.

"That's... That's an outrageous claim to think that I would sleep around!" the vice principal stammered, her composure slipping.

"Oh? I wasn't referring to that anyway, but now that you mention it....you seem to be the type...who would test out the goods first, before sending those hand-me-downs to your sister, who is also Amaya and Mamiko's mother."

"Are you saying..." She stammered, struggling to find her words. "This is preposterous!"

"Each of these incidents was documented, along with the teacher who was approached. And we have that evidence elsewhere hidden." Shinichi explained, his voice steady. "Your family sure has an interesting...way of living life."

The vice principal, cornered and exposed, struggled to find her words. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"So here is what is going to happen," Ranran paced gracefully before the woman, "Slap Mamiko and Amaya, and all of this will go under the rug."

The vice principal's face contorted with a mixture of shock, anger, and humiliation. The proposition hung in the air, a stark contrast to the composure she had held so firmly before.

"You... You have no right to make such demands!" she finally spat out, her voice trembling with suppressed rage.

"Oh, but I do," Ranran's voice was cold and unwavering. "You see, it's either this, or we continue down this path beyond return. Sure, I will die, but not before dragging all of you down with me."

The vice principal's eyes flicked between Ranran and the damning evidence on display. It was clear that she was cornered, her options dwindling rapidly.

"Make your choice," Ranran's voice cut through the tension, leaving no room for negotiation.

With a defeated sigh, the vice principal turned towards Mamiko and Amaya, her face a mask of resignation. The siblings exchanged wide-eyed glances, realizing that there was no way out.

Mamiko's voice held a mixture of indignation and disbelief. "You can't be serious..."

But before she could finish her protest, the vice principal's hand struck out, delivering a resounding slap to each of them. The sound echoed through the hallway, a sharp punctuation mark to the culmination of events.

The siblings staggered back, their faces stinging from the force of the blows. The onlookers watched in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of astonishment and satisfaction. Even more, that a 6-year-old girl like Ranran can hold such power in this critical moment. The rest of the members of Tantei Association were taken aback by just how much influence their leader had. Let alone, the entire school.

The vice principal turned back to Ranran, her expression a mixture of defeat and resentment. "Is this what you wanted?"

Ranran met the vice principal's gaze, her eyes unwavering. "It ain't hard enough."

"You can't be serious, right?!" The vice principal's face twisted with frustration and humiliation.

"Just like you ain't serious with every single teacher you were with when it comes to relationships, I can be very serious." Watching the vice principal clench her fists, clearly seething with anger, Ranran smiled menacingly, "Well, don't just waste your time. Do it, now."

As much as the vice president which she could do something, she knew she was trapped.

With a visible effort, she delivered another set of sharp slaps to Mamiko and Amaya. The force behind them was much stronger, and both siblings stumbled back, their faces now red and marked from the blows.

"Is this satisfactory?" the vice principal demanded, her voice laced with thinly-veiled contempt.

Ranran met her gaze, her expression resolute. "Five more slaps."

"You-"

"For slandering my name when your niece falsely accuses me as The Fox, enough to get Shinichi to hate me enough to break into my house, that is one point. The second point for almost pushing Shinichi to depression, third for allowing the bullying for Moriko through your imbecile niece and nephew, fourth for letting your niece dupe Sonoko and Ran, and last but not least: Your niece....didn't she seduce one of the members of the student council while our entire class was trapped on that island with a serial killer the other day? Cause I clearly remembered when I was attempting to has the emergency funds of our school released to us at that time to hide out at the hotel, they refuse despite sending them files of hard evidence, and we almost died. Ah right," Ranran gleefully states, "Even the kids that have been bullied by those two, those slaps are justifiable, right?"

The vice principal's face contorted with a mixture of anger and frustration. She was cornered, and she knew it. With a deep, resigned breath, she delivered five more forceful slaps to Mamiko and Amaya. The siblings staggered back, their faces now bearing clear signs of the blows, their cheeks reddened and marked. The siblings were left rubbing their stinging cheeks, the weight of their actions settling heavily on them.

"Is this enough?" the vice principal spat out, her voice filled with simmering rage.

Ranran met her gaze, her eyes unyielding. "No."

The siblings were left rubbing their stinging cheeks, the weight of their actions settling heavily on them. The vice principal, on the other hand, stood there seething with resentment."The next thing I would like to request is this," Ranran grins with a sly before pointing at the laptop Ran was holding, "I want everybody to watch Mamiko trample onto her own laptop before everyone."

The request hung in the air, a final demand that seemed to push the limits of the already strained situation. Mamiko's eyes widened in disbelief, her face contorted with a mixture of humiliation and anger.

"You can't be serious..." she protested weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm very serious," Ranran's tone left no room for negotiation. "Your niece exhibited unhealthy behaviour of stalking, harassing and manipulating Shinichi while you were out being an irresponsible aunt these past months. By the way, I filed multiple complaints in documents, but for some reason, the paperwork I file against her either 'vanished' or coincidentally never reached the teachers's ears. It only seems fair to put his nightmare at bay for good, provided this laptop is destroyed. Also, she attempted to murder me with a knife and has yet to apologize. So it only seems fair to have the laptop broken up, no? As punishment?"

The vice principal's face twisted in a mixture of fury and despair. The weight of the situation pressed on her, the realization that she had lost control becoming painfully clear. She glanced at the laptop in Mouri Ran's hands, then at Mamiko, who stood there, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and shame.

"I hate to admit it, but Ranran is right." Then Ran revealed, "I mean for her password, she put Shinichi's birthday date too!"

The revelation of Mamiko's disturbing behaviour left the onlookers in shock. The vice principal's face contorted with frustration and defeat. She knew there was no way out of this now.

"Fine," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Mamiko, do it."

"But I don't want to!" Mamiko argued.

Ranran's gaze remained unyielding, her resolve unwavering. "Alright, then let us all go to the press and reveal everything from scratch."

Mamiko's face contorted in a mixture of anger and desperation. She glanced around, realizing that there was no escape from this humiliating ordeal. Slowly, she approached Mouri Ran, her steps heavy with reluctance as her trembling hands reached out for the laptop.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Ranran's steely gaze and the screen. With a deep breath, she pressed her foot onto the laptop, her movements hesitant at first.

With a deep breath, she raised her foot and brought it down onto the laptop's screen. There was a sharp crack, and the screen shattered under the force. The room fell into stunned silence, the sound of the impact echoing in the hallway. Tension hung thick in the air, broken only by the sound of the laptop's demise. The members of the Tantei Association watched in silence, their faces a mix of astonishment and unease.

The vice principal's eyes remained fixed on the shattered screen, her expression a mask of defeat. "Done?!"

After a while, Ranran had a mischievous smile formed on her red lips, "Wait, I missed out on a couple of things."

The vice principal's eyes widened in disbelief. "What more could you possibly want?"

Ranran's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, just a couple of small details." She turned to her apprentice, "Shinichi, for all the things they had done to you....if you want your revenge, this will be your only chance. If you refuse to, that is alright, but chances like this would rarely come by ever again if you don't. Also, it is your opportunity to reclaim your dignity."

Shinichi looked at Ranran, surprised by her offer. He glanced at the vice principal, who was now trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. The weight of all that had transpired seemed to bear down on her, and she realized that she was truly at their mercy.

After a moment's contemplation, Shinichi nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Alright, I have made my decision."

Before anyone could react, he approached Amaya.

"This is for spreading lies about me instigating that feud, and painting me as if I was a jealous boy who gets easily bewitched by pretty girls, you prick!" Without warning, Shinichi struck him in the face. The other boy staggered back, his hand flying to his cheek in shock and pain. The onlookers gasped in astonishment, not expecting Shinichi to take up the mantle of retribution.

"And Mamiko," Shinichi's voice was steady, "This is for every sleepless night, every moment of doubt, and every ounce of pain Ranran and I had endured because of your manipulation and lies! Including the kids she messed with! Especially pinning me against Ranran?! I am so done for with your lies!"

He delivered a swift, powerful slap to Mamiko, who recoiled, her face now marked with fresh red handprints. The air grew thick with tension as the onlookers watched, their faces a mix of shock and awe. "It's funny, my mother always taught me not to hit a girl. But in this case, I'm making an exception," Shinichi declared in disgust.

Ranran watched the scene unfold with a sense of grim satisfaction. "That will do."

"Wait, one more thing."

Wondering what Shinichi was going do, they watch him heading towards the laptop that lay on the ground, its shattered screen a stark testament to the events that had unfolded. He picked it up, his gaze fixed on the broken device.

"This laptop..." Shinichi began, his voice steady, "It held my secrets, my thoughts, and my private moments. And yet, it was violated, invaded, and used against me. It's only fair that it's dealt with accordingly."

With that, Shinichi turned towards the nearest wall, drew back his arm, and hurled the laptop with all his might. It collided with the wall, the impact resounding through the hallway, sending shards of plastic and metal scattering. The onlookers watched in stunned silence, the weight of the moment settling heavily on them. The vice principal's face had turned a shade paler, her composure shattered along with the laptop.

"Done," Shinichi declared, his chest heaving with a mixture of exhaustion and catharsis.

Ranran nodded, her expression solemn as she whistled cheerfully. "Well done, Shinichi."

"He did you guys justice." Takuma nodded, so did the rest of the association members.

The vice principal, on the other hand, stood there seething with resentment.

"Now leave," The woman ordered, her voice cold and sharp before shouting at the others, "What you kids looking at!? Do you want me to drag all of you into detention!?"

"Wait, I almost forgot to do another thing," Ranran spoke in glee.

The vice principal's face contorted with a mixture of anger and impatience. "What is it now?" she spat out, her voice edged with frustration.