Not far from the bar, the flickering neon lights of the "Imperial Capital Gift Shop" illuminated Li Shiyi's grim face, and he hid sideways on the roof of the shop, his eyes looking straight at the back of a pedestrian on the road, who he had been following for a while.

This person was the only one to leave the bar during the magician's performance, with a bloodstained baton hanging from his waist, and his lean body was wearing the uniform of a prison guard of the "Sea Prison", his body was shaky and his expression was wooden, and Li Shiyi chose to follow him quietly when he noticed the unusual thing about this person.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, and there is definitely something wrong with that magician, not only because of the unusual movement of the black knife, but also because of his magical magic techniques, Li Shiyi thought secretly.

The prison guards on the road stumbled through the crowd like a soulless walking corpse.

Li Shiyi thought about it for a while, and decided to continue to follow, he had seen too many people's corpses, so he knew very well the unique smell of dead corpses, this person was not surrounded by the smell of alcohol, but extremely subtle corpse gas, according to common sense, this person should have died, and it was not long before now, but why he could continue to act This is something Li Shiyi can't understand.

Can't go any further, Li Shiyi frowned, in front of him was the territory of the rampaging clan, and Li Shiyi had already vaguely found those violent elements riding steam motorcycles from the flow of people, these people were not strong in combat, but they were tricky.

The Empire's business districts were theoretically owned by the government, but it was impossible for the government to manage everything in such a bustling metropolis, so some of the law and order in the business districts was controlled by these violent mobs.

Colorful hair, leather jackets adorned with steel spikes, and heavy steam motorcycles that seriously disturb the people are their standard, and it has to be said that the "violence management law" of these guys has worked, and the government has acquiesced to this method for the sake of high taxes.

This group of scoundrels is like a dog skin plaster, once it sticks and shakes it off, it can't be shaken off, so Li Shiyi didn't choose to continue to move forward, he watched from a distance the next movement of the prison guards.

The guards continued to walk down the street, constantly slamming their shoulders on passers-by, and many of them cast strange glances at him, but when they saw that it was a drunken man who had been drunk, they all covered their noses and walked away from him.

Eventually, the guard came to an intersection, where he stopped and crossed the crossroads to the territory of the mobsters, but he didn't seem to have any intention of going on.

The prison guard's head suddenly drooped, his knees bent, his arms drooped weakly, and after standing still for a while, the prison guard's head twisted at a strange angle and turned in the direction of Li Shiyi.

Li Shiyi couldn't help but be stunned, the prison guard had a terrifying smile on his face, his eyes were gray and extremely hollow, it seemed that it was really a dead corpse, there was a clearly visible wound on his neck, the major artery had been cut, but no blood flowed out.

The jailer smirked for a moment, then ran forward in a frenzy, while two rampant guys were sitting on motorcycles and sipping draft beer not far ahead.

Late at night, a pot of epiphany bloomed in the corner of the bar, which was beautiful.

Al had just asked the waiter, and it was already half past twelve, but Li Shiyi had not returned.

The bartenders at the bar were not at all inclined to leave their seats, the hall was still full of mischief, singing, and the bartenders at the bar skillfully manipulated the shakers, and the smell of alcohol permeated the air, making people drowsy, and the drunken nightlife was really not suitable for Ayr.

The orange juice had already been drunk by Al, and he had already drunk two glasses of water, and the world outside the glass window was gradually eroded by silence, but the inside of the bar was still full of laughter, and it seemed to be forgotten by the night.

The magician who had caused a sensation just now left the show after the show, and now the dance floor was empty, except for rhythmic music that echoed around, which was quite boring.

Al consciously or unconsciously looked at the identities of the guests in the bar, almost all of them were well-known figures in the empire, and it seemed that the owner of this bar must also be very strong.

A piercing sound of glass shattering rang out from El's left hand, and a goblet had been smashed to the ground.

Al stared intently as a man in a prison guard's uniform was reporting something to the man in the seat, and the broken goblet had slipped out of the man's hand.

"Tell me again!" the man's eyes glared with a fierce look.

"Chief, I've seen with my own eyes, pockmarked face and cyclops dead in the coastal neighborhood! their bodies have been gnawed by rats!" said the guard tremblingly.

"Fuck! Who did that?!" the man pulled the guard by the collar, and there were still a few fiery red lip prints on his bare head, he must have been to some kind of Fengyue place before coming to the bar.

"Boss, I don't know, I really don't. ”

"Where's the skinny monkey?" the man stood up and looked for something among the drinkers, "where was this bastard?!"

"You stay and settle the account, Lao Tzu will go back to prison and call someone!"

"Boss, I... I didn't have much with me," the guard said with a squirming twist.

"Don't talk nonsense!" the man slapped the guard, "on Lao Tzu's account!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The guard covered his face and smiled.

The man pushed the guard away and left the bar with crooked steps.

"What's the matter?, are the people of the 'Sea Prison' so hated?" Al leaned back on the soft sofa and sighed, "It seems that the Imperial Capital has not been very peaceful lately. ”

Not long after the man left, a young man with a knife walked in, yes, it was Li Shiyi who came back, he was in a hurry, and it seemed that there was something important.

"Brother, why are you going, why don't you tell me?" Al stood up.

"Don't ask so much, let's go. Li Shiyi grabbed Al by the shoulder and was about to pull him out.

Li Shiyi had some sweat stains on his forehead, which should have been caused by being too anxious when he came back.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Al's shoulder was scratched painfully, it was the first time he had seen Li Shiyi like this.

"It's been calculated. ”

"What?"

Seeing this, Al didn't ask any more questions, judging from Li Shiyi's expression, he must have encountered some difficult problems, and the top priority was to leave here first before making plans.

Just as the two were about to arrive at the door of the "Furaor" bar, a man in a trench coat stepped out from behind the bar, seemingly inadvertently blocking the two's path.

"What? this customer, is he just leaving?" Zeta pushed the brim of his hat, revealing his deep eyes, "Don't you want another drink?" ”

"Get out of the way. Li Shiyi clenched the black knife.

"Hehe, are the students of the Imperial Military Academy going to use violence at the 'Fraor' bar? I'm afraid that if this matter gets out, it will have an impact on your school's reputation," Zeta said lightly, "I heard that there was an explosion in your school just a few days ago. ”

"What are you going to do?" Al's tone was not good.

"Hey, there's a freshman in the Abilities Department of the Imperial Military Academy," Zeta's gaze flashed over Al's body, "Looks like you're recovering well from the Imperial Arena." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Al became serious, and it seemed that the man in front of him had a lot of background.

"Me?" Zeta pointed to herself, "I can be anyone." ”

Zeta beckoned behind Al, followed by a waitress walking up.

"Manager, what do you command?"

"Tell me the time. ”

"Twelve forty-four a.m. ”

"Got it, go get busy. ”

"Okay, manager. ”

With that, the waitress walked away.

"You're the manager of this bar?" Al asked.

"No, no, no, I was the bar manager just now," Zeta smiled, "I'm your friend now, I'm your friend for the next ten minutes, not necessarily after ten minutes." ”

The blade of the knife buzzed, and the black knife came out of its sheath, but in an instant, Li Shiyi's black knife had already reached Zeta's waist and abdomen.

"I repeat, get out of the way. Li Shiyi said coldly.

Zeta was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect this "killing god" to make no sense at all, and then he laughed.

"I said I was your friend, and I wouldn't hurt you," Zeta said, leaning over with her hands raised, making way out of the way. ”

No longer continuing to talk nonsense, putting the knife into the sheath, Li Shiyi took the lead and walked towards the door.

"El, I won't show mercy to your men next time. ”

Zeta's faint voice came from behind Al, and he looked back in confusion only to see the man's back.

A few minutes later, the sound of two heavy steam motorcycles came from different directions, and finally converged on the door of the "Furaor" bar, and it was the mob guys.

A few streets away, on the roof of a small church, two pairs of eyes cautiously look in the direction of the "Fraor" bar.

"Senior brother, what happened to you?"

"The guards of the 'Sea Prison' were killed, in the bar. ”

"And what are you running out for?"

"Someone wanted to blame the ramps for this, and the jailer spurted blood from the cut wound after running towards the rampers, so someone must have masterminded the scene. ”

"Can a dead man still run?!"

"He's been controlled, and the guy who controls him obviously knows I'm following the guard, so he deliberately exposes my location to the mobs. ”

"Ahh

"No, he's just reminding me that he must be a conceited guy. ”

"It can't be the magician named Kasa, right?!" Al seemed to realize something.

Li Shiyi did not affirm Al's answer, and certainly did not deny it.

The two of them looked in the direction of the "Fraor" bar and fell silent.

Above the rooftops, thick clouds obscured the stars and moon.