Qin Xiao, Conan, and Hattori Heiji sprinted like three bolts of lightning toward the direction where Ran and the others were located. Their feet felt as heavy as if filled with lead, and with every step they took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
At this moment, time meant life itself to them. Every second that slipped away could plunge countless people into an irrecoverable abyss. They were burning with anxiety, yet they dared not slacken for even a fraction of a second, deeply aware of the heavy responsibility they shouldered to save everyone.
Meanwhile, the previously enthusiastic atmosphere at the stadium instantly turned solemn, reaching a level of tension unprecedented in history. The spectators held their breath, not even daring to let out a single loud sigh, as all eyes were locked dead on the pitcher.
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