Snatching the radio straight out of Kogoro Mouri's hands, Conan bolted away like an arrow released from a taut bow.
His movements were nimble, his strides light yet exceptionally swift, resembling an agile leopard sprinting across the open plains.
Watching Conan recede into the distance until he vanished from sight, Ran and the others all wore expressions of lingering worry.
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