Although this is the open-air bar part of the Grim Reaper's Dance Bar, which is not as comprehensive as the internal bar facilities, this open-air area that can almost be called a plaza also has performers, bartenders, and mobile bars, and of course there are security guards who are dedicated to maintaining order.

You must know that this is the territory of the mobsters, and most of the people who come here to play are energetic, impulsive and young people who are holding vents, if there is no power to suppress the audience, the Death Dance Bar will not be able to open for a long time.

In the face of such an impulsive group of bastards, it can still be run in an orderly manner, and even make the Grim Reaper Dance Bar the most famous super-large heavy metal bar in Los Angeles, which is by no means something that can be done by a bunch of rough guys who can only drag race.

Although the place where the confrontation took place was only a corner of the open-air bar, in less than two minutes, two large men who were two meters tall and full of muscles holding up their wide leather jackets, walked up.

"Hey, boys, what's just going on here? Why do I see a bunch of boys grassing our Mother Earth? Is this some new popular mystical ritual?"

A white man over two meters tall asked vulgarly.

"Wow, isn't this Brother Hansen, aren't you going to take charge of the field on the east side now? Why are you here today?"

"It's little Locke, why the hell are you here, why don't you go in and have fun? Today is the day I come back for duty. The big man named Hansen asked in surprise.

"Didn't I just get admitted to university, no, there are a lot of students from other places who want to open their eyes, and I can go in myself, but they can't get inside, so I have to accompany them outside. Little Locke shrugged his shoulders, raised his right hand, and pointed behind his back at the group of young people by the campfire.

"What just happened here?" the big brother Hansen pointed to the group of thugs who were struggling to get up on the ground over there.

Except for the bonfire where the group of them were just now (the bonfire here is a small fire lit in a large iron barrel, not an open pile of wood), it belongs to little Locke's campfire that is the closest to them.

Hansen naturally asked his acquaintances about the situation, but he didn't pay much attention to it, here, neither guns nor knives were used, it was in line with the rules, and this kind of fight was a very normal entertainment.

As for the bastards who were beaten on the ground over there, Hansen didn't care at all, as long as no one died, these little thugs would break their arms and legs or something, and even the police didn't care.

Here, the place where the thugs or beauties with a higher status and some fame gather will be closer to the entrance of the indoor bar, and the eldest brother will often come out and ask some people to come in and make a head, hold a personal scene, and the closer to the door, the greater the chance.

And at the edge of this kind of square, there is not even a single corner where there is no lighting, and a bonfire needs to be lit to set off the atmosphere, of course, the little gangsters who are not very popular, or some places with fresh faces, which are not crowded into a good place at all.

So these marginal people were beaten to the ground, and everyone just watched a lively and happy time, and there were many people who gloated, but no one went up to help them at all.

"Well——, this guy did it, this guy is really powerful, he knocked down more than 20 people by himself, in my opinion, this guy is a good hand even if he participates in indiscriminate fighting. ”

Little Locke turned his head to the other side of the campfire, a handsome boy about 1.8 meters tall in a white tracksuit, talking to a female classmate who came with him, Lilian.

In the night campfire, the wood 'crackled', and in the cacophony of the open bar, little Locke couldn't hear what they were saying.

I could only see Lilian, who was quite a suitor in the new class, leaned over to the other party, eager to stick to others.

But it's none of his business, a firewood girl like Lillian is not his little Locke's thing, he likes a hot girl who is convex and backward.

Looking at Red's ugly face on the side, the one who was the most enthusiastic in his pursuit of Lilian, Locke gloated.

"How did they fight?" asked Hansen, even the mobs sometimes had to be reasonable. What's more, this is the Death Scythe Society's own territory, and maintaining order is his job.

"Well, this guy didn't ride a motorcycle, he came-"

"-Well, that's a fucking reason to fight. Hansen waved his hand helplessly.

If you don't come here on a motorcycle, you're here to find a beating, not to mention a fool on foot, even if someone drove a high-end sports car before, this is the territory of the mobs.

However, this rule is not at all set by the Death Scythe.

At the beginning, someone wanted to find a reason to fight, and casually said that, but it was recognized by everyone, and it gradually became the commonly known rules of the Death Dance Bar.

However, this rule is quite interesting, and it also suits the appetite of these violent people, so the Death Scythe Society acquiesces to this rule.

Now that someone has challenged the rules of the Death Scythe Society, no matter whether this rule is appropriate or not, as the person responsible for maintaining order in the Death Scythe Society, I can't say that I have to teach this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth a lesson, don't think that you are good, you can go wild here!

As for what Locke Jr. said just now, this boy can fight indiscriminately or something, in Hansen's opinion, he has to listen to it as a joke.

What's so difficult about dealing with two dozen thugs empty-handed? Any well-trained player can do it.

The difference in strength and ability to resist blows alone is enough to completely widen the gap between the two sides. As far as I am concerned, as long as I pay attention to defending a few key points, other places will let this kind of gangsters who have not undergone hard training fight casually.

And it is only a matter of time before you can slap one over and settle the twenties.

A group of elementary school students deal with fitness instructors, everyone is empty-handed and do not use equipment, can the number of people determine the winner or loser?

If the indiscriminate fighting is so easy to fight, there are more strong men and fierce people in the entire Death Scythe, and many people have also fought black fists, but there are only three people who can get the ticket to the Indiscriminate Fighting Sickle.

Hansen bypassed the campfire, trying to stop the tracksuit kid who was leaving.

"Hey——, boy in white, this is not the place for you to go wild, get out if you're not a knight!"

“——————”

The boy in the white tracksuit ignored him, didn't even look back, and followed Lilian's finger in the direction of the Death Dance Bar, where the walls were painted with white skeletons.

"F**k! Stop, boy!"

Hansen didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and he was going to beat the kid up and throw him out.

But now it's hard to ride a tiger, so many people are watching from the sidelines, if you don't clean up this unknown thing, where should he put his iron-fisted Hansen's face?

"Bastard, go eat shit!"

Before Hansen could make a move, the brother who was following him had already rushed out.

The brother, who followed Hansen on patrol, was not much better than Hansen in terms of size, and his huge body of more than two meters rushed sideways, like a heavy truck on a rampage, and along the way, chickens and dogs jumped, and people turned over on their backs.

Several young people in the way dodged, and one of the boys reacted a little slower, and was rubbed on the shoulder by the big man who rushed over, and the whole person was taken to the spot for two turns, staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground because of dizziness and swelling.

"Rak, are you alright?" the classmate next to him quickly pulled him up.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Damn, it's violent, I love it here. Fortunately, this unlucky guy was just rubbed on the shoulder, and after he was pulled up, he looked excitedly at the direction of the big man rushing over.

I saw that this macho man had a hideous face, roared violently, and with the momentum, he smashed a punch from top to bottom on the shoulder of the boy in white sportswear.

There are really a lot of men and women watching the excitement on the sidelines, and the so-called people who watch the excitement are not a big deal, and suddenly whistles, cheers, and screams rang out.

The boy who walked forward with his back to the big man didn't know if he didn't react, but he still walked forward unhurriedly.

Looking at the person standing in front of the boy, at this moment, under the light of the campfire's jumping, a huge shadow rose from behind the boy, enveloping the boy in shadow.

There was a muffled thud that could even be called a huge fist slamming into the boy's shoulder.

'Click'

The boy in the white tracksuit didn't look back, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, the menacing man stopped in place holding his wrists, grinning like a hippopotamus, and slowly squatted down.

"——!Shh

"Hahaha-"

"This kid is so cool!"

"Real men never look back at explosions!"

"Mom, he hurt me!" said someone in a strange voice.

"What did he hit you with? Where did he hit you?" Immediately another person who pinched his throat and imitated a female voice took over.

"Mom, he broke my hand in the shoulder—"

"Hahaha-"

Not only did no one sympathize with the big man with a wrist injury, but there were countless laughs.

There are a lot of people watching the excitement around, and everyone can see it clearly, this guy rushed over so violently and fiercely, and smashed a fist on someone's shoulder from behind - as a result, they didn't have any, and continued to walk forward without looking back, but this guy discounted his wrist.

You said that if you punch this white tracksuit kid down, everyone can still nod and cheer, but you will only say that this sportswear kid is pretending to be a fool, who made you hear such a big movement behind you and not look back?

But such a big strong man, just talking about the block, can fit this sportswear kid into it and be rich, rushing up from behind, but Nima, you yourself discounted your wrists?

At this time, even the boss Hansen in the back couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands and couldn't bear to look at it, it was so embarrassing that he didn't know what to say.

If you want to say that someone injured you, so many people are watching the excitement, it's really hard to say.

However, as the boss, it is not a way to look at it like this, but this kid in a white tracksuit also looks very uneasy to mess with, and Hansen feels that he is probably going up for nothing.

Even in the entire Death Scythe Club, Mick is a good hand in terms of martial arts, and he has also fought black fists, which is not comparable to those little gangsters at all.

Mick's wrist was broken, and he must have used enough strength to smash such a punch down, and Hansen asked himself, if he ate such a hard meal, he would probably be enough to choke, where could he continue to walk forward as if nothing happened to this boy.

I can't go up and bring shame on myself!" Hansen made a judgment in an instant.

Don't look at Hansen's big size and looks like a thug, but if he can just bury his head in the fight, he won't be in charge of one side.

"Damn, Mick, what's wrong with your wrist?" asked Hansen as he took two steps and crouched down beside his little brother.

"Heh, heh, I'm sorry boss, I've embarrassed you. Damn, this kid's shoulders are so stiff that I broke my wrist. ”

"I'll take you to the hospital now, you'll be able to catch your wrist, hold on, Mick!"

Hansen beckoned without looking back, and naturally someone pushed a three-wheeled motorcycle with a bucket over.

There is nothing else here, all kinds of motorcycles are gone, and Hansen, as the eldest brother with some prestige among the mobs, naturally has someone willing to lend him his car.

Hansen hurriedly helped Mick onto the motorcycle, turned the handle to start the motor, and galloped towards the nearest hospital, after all, the sooner a fracture is treated, the less likely it is to leave sequelae.

As for the iron plate, whoever likes to play will let him play, he Hansen will not accompany him. In the open-air bar, he is not the only one who maintains order, and it just so happens that Ryan, who he doesn't like, is also there, let him deal with it.

Lao Tzu wants to rescue his brother, no one can say that Lao Tzu is not righteous!

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Yanagi didn't want to entangle with these gangsters, so he found this place because this was the headquarters of the Death Scythe Society, and it was also the symbol of the Death Scythe Society.

Uncle Kobayashi has been missing for two days, and Yanagi Motokazu is not a detective Conan, not to mention that even in Tokyo, he may not be able to find any clues, let alone Los Angeles, where he is not familiar with life? The least brain-free way to find someone.

He planned to come to this famous bar to grab the leader of the Death Scythe Society and ask for news, but when he ran over to see, the square was full of people, this was really a bar?

As for the fool who played a little trick behind his back just now, Yanagi Yuanhe felt that it was a waste of time to look back.

The elephant doesn't care about the attack of the ants, and for the vast majority of people, Yanagi has already opened up the gap in the life level, and that punch is too light to tickle him.

Yes, this white boy in a white tracksuit is Motowa Yanagi. After separating from Harada Kijin, according to the map provided by Harada Kijin, he originally came here by taxi, but the taxi driver said that he was unwilling to drive the car directly in and only parked 500 meters away.

Yanagi Motokazu only got out of the car and walked over by himself, after all, he was not violent enough to do something to an irrelevant person for this little thing.

As for why Liu Shengyuan has become the way he is now, it is purely for his convenience, it is more convenient for him to deal with people with a white face at Citi, and he can also add a layer of insurance to his hidden identity, he doesn't want to turn back and be wanted internationally.

Yes, at this moment, he has a murderous intention, the familiar environment he left, the original identity he left behind, and in a foreign country where no one knows him, it seems that he is not afraid of being known for doing any bad things, so Liu Shengyuan and at this moment, everyone looks like an NPC that can be killed——!

As for how to become like this, it is very simple, as long as the mind moves, the biological armor on the surface of your body can become whatever you want. Although the overall shape of the body, the color of the pupils, and the adjustment of the hair are still very troublesome, the details of the face shape and facial features are just the work of children pinching plasticine.

It's just that Liu Shengyuan and really don't have any artistic cells, and he doesn't want to be too lazy to think about what kind of modeling, so he simply uses the ready-made image. If anyone here has seen Japanese cartoons, they will find that this guy's face and appearance, except for the color of his hair and eyes, are exactly the same as the Cancer Manigot in "Saint Seiya".

Because, in Yanagi and the deepest ambition in his heart, like Manigot, he will one day be able to challenge death!

If there really is a god of death in the world.