Chapter 200: Ghosts and monsters

Conan Doyle doesn't like this kind of place, so she probably won't come here, right? Yin Hui thought so, but her feet unconsciously entered the scope of the pedestrian street. The colorful men passed by, and the smell of various perfumes filled the air, which made Yin Hui a little addicted.

His feet seemed to be out of control, slowly stepped in and became one of these men, squeezing around. His coma still remembered the purpose of this trip and found Conan Doyle.

Although he knew that the hope was slim, he really didn't know where to look for it except here, so he had to search here. He hoped to see Conan Doyle.

Beautiful figures were like meteors passing by his eyes, leaving behind a series of charming figures, but they were just a flash of beauty. Conan Doyle was the starlight that always shone in his heart.

At one end of the pedestrian street, inside the bustling bar.

The bar is full of lights and wine, and there is a bustling noise. On a stage, the stripper is dancing striptease enthusiastically. Below are rows of neat seats, dyed red and yellow men, twisting their bodies like snakes, roaming around between the table and the chairs, the smell of wine and perfume are mixed together, rendering the music that seduces the most primitive desires of the man.

A drunk woman was lying on the bar counter with her hair disheveled, holding a wine glass in her hand, looking at the wine glass and smirking foolishly.

"Boss... Give me a glass of wine..." Intermittent words came out of her mouth.

"Haol." The waiter refused to drink the woman because of the drunkenness of the woman, and still poured a glass of beer wildly.

The girl was re-energized and barely supported her body to stand up from the bar. She muttered a few words like a dream, and then drank the wine in the transparent wine glass and made a silly laugh: "Damn Zhao Dehuo, I will deal with you one day, you fucking... wait for me. Boss, have another glass..."

For some reason, she said this sentence so coherently without any pause.

That is because the hatred in my heart is too strong, so this effect is achieved.

Gudong Gudong, beer poured into the cup, and another full cup reflects the lights of the bar, and the lights splashed everywhere.

"Good, haha, good!" A rough man's voice suddenly exploded beside her, and the girl's numb nerves suddenly became much clearer. She looked back and found that it was a strange man. Then she turned around and boldly turned around and grabbed the wine glass again: "Damn, I still think it's my subordinate. I must not be discovered by them."

Even though she was drunk, she still maintained the final moral bottom line. After all, she was from the National Security Bureau, and it was so polite to be drunk.

That's right, this person is nothing but Conan Doyle.

She accidentally broke into the bar, and she fell in love with such a place. Seeing the colorful wine, she thought maybe the wine could temporarily untie the big bump in her head, so she came in.

"Miss, I'll give you a glass." The middle-aged man behind him handed the quilt to Conan Doyle with a smile on his face: "Come on, cheers." The middle-aged man raised the glass in his hand and drank it all in one go.

Conan Doyle held his hand in the air, as if he had lost interest in drinking, put the wine glass on the bar, left the bar swayingly, and prepared to go back.

"Slowly, Miss, why don't you give me face?" The middle-aged man came up with a slight smile and stuffed the wine glass back into Conan Doyle's hand: "Since you're here, just enjoy it and leave."

After all, she is from the National Security Bureau. She has a strong willpower and maintains a sober and rational mind even when she is drunk. She has long understood that the man has bad intentions. But now she is anesthetized by alcohol and has lost her ability to resist, so she has to hide if she can.

"I really don't give face?" The man looked a little angry and was about to force the wine to Conan Doyle. He grabbed her hand and pressed the wine glass into Conan Doyle's mouth.

It was almost non-conditioned reflex. Conan Doyle hated others to touch her the most. He used a very quick set of Jeet Kune Do, which defeated the enemy in one move, and then the wine glass in his hand fell towards the strong man's forehead.

With a clang.

The hard glass cup was shattered, and the glass residue was even left on Conan Doyle's hands. A trace of blood was seeping out of his delicate palm.

The other party was even more miserable. A big hole was broken in his head, and blood mixed with wine dripping from his head. The ground was filled with a mixture of blood and alcohol.

ah!

The man made a tragic cry. Alcohol invaded the wound is the most hated. The man had long forgotten the so-called face, and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms like a child who was tantrum.

"Brother, brother. Come on." A man standing next to Conan Doyle rushed up, holding the middle-aged man on his shoulder, and shouted: "Quick 120."

The sound of the broken glass did not attract the attention of the crowd in the bar because the music was too loud and the sound of the broken glass was not enough to awaken their anesthetized nerves.

It was not until a large group of people wearing black suits rushed in from outside that everyone realized that there was a good show and hid aside and watched the scene with great enthusiasm.

Conan Doyle stood in the middle of the crowd like a helpless little girl, and under her was a broken wine glass and a pool of blood.

Wu Yangyang had to have dozens of people in black suits surrounded him. A guy in plain clothes finally got into the circle of the man in black. Looking at Conan Doyle, he sneered: "Little girl, I have the courage to even boss Long in our Dragon Hall dared to fight. That's because he was brave enough to get the courage of the ambitious leopard."

This guy speaks very gently and can't hear any ruthlessness. However, it seems like a knife is cutting it in people's hearts, and he is shivering.

"Haha, Boss Long, I really have no choice but to welcome you. I'm afraid you'll be welcome you. Come on, please come on." At this time, a staff member hurriedly walked over the bar with the words "Manager" written on the sign on the chest.

"Manager Yao, I am a person with a clear grudge. I will not blame you for this." The underworld looked at the manager and smiled coldly: "You'd better not meddling in other people's business, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

"That's it, that's it!" The manager's face was filled with smiles and slowly retreated. However, he accidentally saw DJ at the bar calling, quietly approaching, snatching his cell phone, glaring at him fiercely, and cursing in a low voice: "You kid don't want to live anymore, and you don't know who you are, just report the case."

Conan Doyle clapped his hands and threw away the glass shard in his hand. When the group of people did not exist, they were about to leave.

"Slowly, if you hit someone, you want to leave? You think our Dragon Hall is easy to bully." The underworld leader urged Conan Doyle for a moment and stopped her figure: "Tell me, are you going to leave your arms or legs."

The voice is not ruthless at all, but it gives people a feeling of no room for negotiation.

"Save your dad." His pushing and shoving once again violated Conan Doyle's taboo. His right leg was as fast as a machine, and he kicked the other party's legs.

Ah, my second brother.

The other party never expected that this woman who seemed to be powerless would react like this, and she did not expect that she would be so courageous, and she was kicked without any preparation. She screamed and fell to the ground while covering her legs. The howling sounded like a wolf howling.

Almost everyone was stunned. The reaction of the woman in front of them opened their eyes. Even in the movie, there was no such hot scene.

"Come on me." A guy who seemed to be the second-in-commander of the gang rushed up with an order, holding a machete in his hand.

Conan Doyle's nerves anaesthetized by alcohol were awakened a lot under the light reflected by the machete. Then he realized that he had caused a big disaster and the blood man rushed into his head.

The special training in the National Security Bureau still made her respond to the attacks in front of her, sometimes she owed to avoid them, and sometimes she raised her things around her to resist.

However, the other party has a large number of people and is also young and middle-aged. Even when he is awake, he may not be able to beat so many people, let alone when he is unconscious.

hiss!

A cold metal blew across his body, and a warm liquid suddenly flowed out of his body. When he touched it with his hand, it was covered in blood. He realized that he had fallen into a disadvantage, and one of the swords had already hit him.

This knife awakened a lot of her intoxicated consciousness again, and her eyes became wider and wider.

Dozens of knives flashed in front of him, and the light emitted was like a small sun, shining so hard that she couldn't open her eyes. She tried her best to retreat, but she retreated to the bar, but no one came to save her.

Everyone watched the gang fight with great enthusiasm, and no one dared to come up to save her.

Just when she was exhausted and about to despair, a man's voice suddenly exploded at the door.

"Stop, stop me." The voice seemed like a life-saving rope, awakening her from despair.

Before she could react, a figure rushed from the gate, and her body was as quick as a monkey, kicking all the people around her to the ground, and finally hugging her head tightly in her arms.

Time froze for a moment. Feeling the warmth and ups and downs in her chest, she was fascinated. If a knife could bring this warmth, it would be worth it.

She knew that the first person to appear at her most dangerous moment was always Yin Hui.

"A large group of men bullied a woman, there is no shame." Yin Hui scolded the group while comforting Conan Doyle, who was sticking to his chest like a obedient chick.

"Boy, if you know the truth, get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you." The second in command of the underworld stood up, and the light of blood was shining in his hand. The one he just cut off.

Yin Hui's eyes stayed on the blade for a second, then withdrew his gaze, and his eyes were gentle as if a ball of cotton was searching Conan Doyle. Finally, he noticed the wound on her back that was bleeding profusely. His eyes seemed to ignite two anger: "Did you scratch this knife?"

The second-in-commander of the underworld seemed to show off his attack, raised the knife in his hand and said, "Of course, if you want to take revenge, just come up."

Yin Hui nodded, then quietly leaned on Conan Doyle's ear and said something. She reluctantly poked her head out of Yin Hui's arms.

"The sky is spiritual, the earth is spiritual, the ghosts and monsters show their power. Follow my orders, I will see!" At some point, Yin Hui actually had a small flag on his hand, and one corner of the small flag pointed at the second in command of the underworld.

Seeing Yin Hui's strange move, everyone laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, a big charlatan who promotes feudal ideas in front of the underworld is really a big joke."

Everyone in the bar laughed because this scene was so funny.

However, Yin Hui did not stop his hands and mouth movements because of the ridicule of these people, and still waved the chess pieces in his hand in an orderly manner: "Hungry ghost, beat that person up."

This sentence made the people on the scene unable to stop. The second-in-commander of the underworld smiled and fell backwards, but the younger brothers understood that it was actually the darkness before dawn and the peace before the storm.

But just as he was about to explode, the second-in-comman's body actually rose straight and became horizontal. After it became a horizontal position, it fell down suddenly, and the ground was banged crisply.

ah!

Everyone's ridicule just now was replaced by surprise, staring at the second-in-command incredible way.

The second-in-commander of the underworld looked at the ground incredible, then touched his whole body, and finally pinched his arm. He even wondered if he was dreaming.

But before he could react, his legs seemed to be grabbed by someone, and they actually raised upside down, and finally turned into a handstand with his head facing down.

His eyes were wide open, and he refused to believe that this was the fact. But it was difficult for him to believe that the facts were right in front of him.

He struggled hard, but he could not break free from those invisible big hands anyway.

"You guys, come up and save me." The second in command shouted in a crying voice.

"There is a ghost!" I don't know who was inside the bar and everyone ran out. There were only a dozen gangsters left in the huge bar.

A few young men in uniform looked at me, and I looked at you, not understanding what happened. However, this dazed situation did not last long. Two of the senior underworld had rushed up to save him.

"You two, go and deal with those two guys." Yin Hui's vicious eyes fell on the underworld who wanted to save people.

As soon as they finished speaking, two strange winds blew up, their bodies flew out directly, and finally fell heavily to the bar, and all the broken porcelain cups on them were completely clean.

The waiter and manager in the bar had already escaped. They were afraid that these unfeeling gangs would hurt them. They didn't dare to call the police. They would rather let them break the things in the bar and avoid disasters if they lost money.

"This..." The remaining gangsters became even more depressed. The two of them had obviously no one around them, so why did their bodies suddenly fly out? It was as if someone had grabbed her body and threw him out.

The rest of the people dared not move anymore. Looking at Yin Hun's big talisman, they also believed it a little. This person was definitely not a scare.

"Who else is not afraid of death? Come up with me." Yin Hui glanced coldly at him. The group of people holding swords, guns and sticks actually looked at me, and I looked at you and took two steps back.

It is best not to take action before you understand the opponent's strength.

This is what they often say when they hear the boss coaching them, and now it comes in handy. It just makes the boss suffer. He is alone in the air, with a terrified look on his head, and he even wonders if he has hallucinated his stress recently.

"Conan Doyle, let's go." Yin Hui put away the soul-rejecting banner, hugged Conan Doyle's arm, and slowly walked to the door in the fearful eyes of everyone, turning around and glaring at everyone.
To be continued...