The steam lingering in the bathroom and the sound of rain showers filled the space, Lei Yu and Hu Che swept every shower cubicle with his clogs, and in the first compartment a hunchbacked old man was slapping his back with a towel, and Hu Che shook his head: "No."

In the second compartment, a middle-aged man with glasses full of steam was applying conditioner to his bald head, and Lei Yu shook his head: "No." In the third compartment, two slender young beautiful men were huddled in a compartment, one of them holding an orchid finger and asking the other: "What color nail polish do you think I should wear this time?" The other took him by the hand and said, "You look good in whatever color you paint." As he spoke, the faces of the two came together.

Hu Che hurriedly covered his eyes, turned his head, and left quickly: "I'll go!" I can't afford to get wet! In the fourth compartment, the first thing that caught Thunderstorm's eye was a pile of squirming fat layer, and he raised his head and met the eyes of the sumo wrestler: "Is there something wrong with you?" "Thunderstorm felt that the lights above his head were completely overshadowed by the figure of a sumo wrestler, and he now felt like an alpaca watching an elephant bathe.

Lei Yu shook his voice and said, "No....nothing....I'm just looking to see where there are still vacancies...."I saw this sumo wrestler stretch out his big hand, Lei Yu subconsciously dodged back, this sumo wrestler raised a finger and pointed to the front and said, "There is a position in front." Lei Yu hurriedly said Xie Lu Xie and then quickly dodged away, and then Hu Che chased after him: "Hey! Why are you running so fast? ”

Lei Yu wiped his face with a towel and said, "I'm afraid that this big brother will slip under his feet and sit on my butt to death." At this time, Hu Che whispered, "Hey! Target! Lei Yu turned his head and saw Eichi Fukuda who was showering in the next compartment, and Lei Yu said, "I'm next to me." Hu Che: "Then I'm on the other side." ”

As he spoke, the two dispersed. The steam in the bathroom was getting stronger. It was as if the surroundings were tired of a layer of cream, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the silhouette of the person opposite, at this time, a staff member of the hot spring pushed the cleaning cart from the side of the bodyguard and walked into the bathroom, and the staff cleaned up the debris on the ground one by one, and he had already pushed the sweeper to the front of Fukuda Eiichi.

At this time, Hu Che felt that the space full of steam made him feel suffocated, "Why is this old man washing so slowly, is he molting?" The white mist and the sweeper in front of him completely blocked his view, and Fukuda Yongichi was smearing shampoo on his head with his back to the staff at this time, and the staff's hand reached into the sweeper and he didn't go to get the cleaning supplies. Instead, he quickly pulled out a katana from the large bucket of dirty towels, and the shiny tip of the knife broke through the white mist and stabbed Fukuda Eiichi in the back.

"Poof!" There was a puncturing sound in the air: "You guys really know how to pick places!" The murderer, pretending to be a sweeper, looked at a figure standing in the direction of the tip of the knife, and he quickly withdrew the knife, only to see that the tip of the knife was poked on a piece of soap.

And at this moment, a wet towel was pumped over like lightning, "Smack!" It was pumping in his face, and a burst of gold stars appeared in front of the murderer's eyes. After taking a half-step back, the knife in his hand slashed at the figure. The white towel swirled in the mist, like a holy white snow lotus wrapped around the spearhead's long knife.

"I'm le!" The white towel was wrapped around the tip of the knife at this time, and the figure squatted down and flew out, kicking the murderer out of the air with a beautiful backspin kick. Even when he was kicked down, he didn't let go of the knife in his hand, and the sharp blade tore the bound towel into a rag.

The figure landed on its feet, and the clogs clicked on the ground. At this time, the foamy Fukuda Yongichi reacted, and he turned to look at the person standing in front of him. He was shirtless and had a white towel around his bottom. Clutching a torn rag in his hand.

"Who are you?" "I'm here to soak in the hot springs." When he finished speaking, the murderer turned over and jumped up with a knife and killed again, at which time Hu Che shouted: "There is a knife!" Come on! "There was a lot of chaos in the bathroom. The bodyguard outside the door heard the noisy sound inside and was about to break inside, only to see countless steaming 'white strips' rushing to the door, the bodyguard wanted to go inside, the bather wanted to run out, and the two sides were so deadlocked at the door of the small bathroom.

At this moment, the ground behind them trembled, and the bathers turned their heads to see that the lights above their heads were shrouded in a huge black shadow, and the sumo wrestlers were half-crouched down at this time, and their hands stretched out, and a pair of big hands pushed hard, "hula", like a broken gate, a bunch of 'white stripes' finally squeezed out of the gate, and staggered out one by one.

The two bodyguards who were "going against the current" had already been pushed to the ground at this time, and they didn't know how many times they had been stepped on on their faces, lying on their backs in embarrassment, and it was estimated that they only had half a life left, and at this moment, through the broken sunglasses, the two bodyguards saw that the big feet of the sumo wrestler had pressed towards their faces, "Ah~~~~Help!"

The naked joy outside has already started a fight, and the shirtless Lei Yu quickly dodged the murderer's blade with a broken towel in his hand, and he flashed just to reveal the old man Futian behind him, the murderer saw the opportunity to step up and rush towards Futian, Futian's head was trembling with a piece of foam and looked at the blade that greeted him.

At this time, the opposite Hu Che had an idea, grabbed the soap, and pushed the soap to the murderer's feet like bowling, and the murderer with red eyes only had the target in his eyes at this time, and he didn't pay attention to his feet at all, and just stepped on the soap, "Sting!" "I lost my center of gravity and fell into the air with a sturdy 'big eight'!

Hu Che rowed to Futian's side at this time: "Come with me!" As he spoke, the old man Fukuda, who had dragged his feet and no longer obeyed, ran outside, but before he could run out of the bathroom, the two figures blocked their way, and Hu Che's eyes stared intently at the person in front of them in a black yukata, at this time one took out a pistol from his sleeve, and the other took out a short knife.

"There's a sense of foreboding that I'm going to die." Hu Che tensed and looked at his muzzle and the tip of his knife and whispered to himself. At this time, the one who slipped also stood up, and Lei Yu held the broken towel and said with a serious expression: "I thought that all the people of Yerponian would worship the 'spirit of bushido', isn't your approach a little too despicable." ”

The murderer flipped over the blade of the long knife in his hand, and Lei Yu noticed the inscription of the knife, "Chang Zeng Mi Hu Che entered Dao Xingli" "I finally saw it, the confrontation with Hu Che is really my dream, but..." (To be continued......)