Jinduhui, singing and dancing, laughter and laughter.

In the crowd, a black shadow flashed and swooped towards a dark corner!

"Bang!"

This is the sound of fists colliding, two figures, one touch is separating.

"Wu Zhiyuan!"

"Zhang Yijie!"

The two of them each took a few steps back and stood firm.

At this time, the music stopped, the laughter stopped, and the whole hall was silent.

Except for the sound of a heartbeat.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two tall figures.

"I said, don't get in my way!"

"Humph! I can't help you! ”

The two figures just paused for a moment, and then suddenly pounced on each other.

"Bang bang!"

The fists of the two hit each other's chests, and each took a few steps back.

"Don't push me!"

Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to dwell too much, however, Zhang Yijie's figure flashed, blocking his way again.

"Still trying to stop me?"

Wu Zhiyuan punched again, directly attacking Zhang Yijie and leaving the door.

Fast! It's so fast! Lightning-fast.

Zhang Yijie's head tilted slightly, narrowly avoiding the ferocious punch.

However, that fist did not pause at all, and in the air, it turned into a palm and slashed at the back of Zhang Yijie's neck.

"It's another trick!"

Zhang Yijie's eyes froze, and he stretched out his left hand, which was able to block this palm.

"Brush!" His wrist flipped down, and he grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's wrist with a preemptive strike.

"Huh? It's the grappler again! Wu Zhiyuan just reacted, but it was too late.

"Ahh Zhang Yijie's hands grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's arms, and with a stiff chest, Wu Zhiyuan was directly picked up by him, flew over his head, and drew a semicircular arc!

"Bang!"

Wu Zhiyuan's body smashed on the table.

With the screams around him, Zhang Yijie raised his fist again and hit Wu Zhiyuan's temple.

"Bang!"

His fist was in the air, and Wu Zhiyuan's knee was already against his chest.

"Bang!"

It was a kick that hit Zhang Yijie hard in the jaw.

Zhang Yijie fell on his back.

Wu Zhiyuan propped up his hands, flicked the momentum, and stood up steadily.

"Aren't you going to arrest me? Come on! ”

With a loud roar, Wu Zhiyuan picked up a chair and smashed it towards Zhang Yijie on the ground.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yijie rolled around, and the chair smashed to the ground and fell apart.

Zhang Yijie took the opportunity to stand up.

"Do you want my life?" Zhang Yijie said in a deep voice.

"You think it's a martial arts game?" Wu Zhiyuan sneered.

They have clashed several times, and the two are evenly matched.

No one took advantage of it.

The two stood, staring at each other, neither of them moving first.

The air condensed for a while, and they were already surrounded by the audience.

Quiet! It's quiet! You can hear the pin dropping!

The lights of the stage flashed, flashing Wu Zhiyuan's face, the scar on his face, at this moment, extremely hideous.

Suddenly, he moved, like a gust of wind, and rushed towards Zhang Yijie.

At this time, the light happened to shine on Zhang Yijie's face, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

A fist, getting closer and closer, in his eyes, more and more infinitely magnified.

Instinctively, he stretched out his right hand.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into Zhang Yijie's palm.

Before Zhang Yijie could be surprised, Wu Zhiyuan's left hand was already stuck in his throat.

"Click!"

With his feet exerting force, Wu Zhiyuan's waist stood up, pressed against Zhang Yijie, and pushed forward.

Whoa! The tables around him were knocked over, the wine bottles were scattered all over the ground, and Zhang Yijie was pressed against the wall.

In the crowd, a beautiful figure, looking at all this, his eyes flickered.

"Stop!"

A loud shout came, and the crowd got out of the way, and out of it, a fierce middle-aged man walked out, followed by a group of people.

"What's going on! Who gave you the guts to dare to make trouble in Jinduhui! The middle-aged man shouted again, and a group of more than ten people surrounded Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Yijie in the middle.

Wu Zhiyuan let go of his left hand stuck on Zhang Yijie's neck and shook his head slightly.

"You're here to investigate the Wujiang floating corpse case!" Wu Zhiyuan looked at Zhang Yijie and turned a deaf ear to the crowd surrounding them.

"It's just that your method is too naïve, and you want to lure the people behind it out by fighting me?"

"What about you? Is it to check Chen Xi's whereabouts? Could it be that her disappearance is also related to Jin Duhui? ”

Zhang Yijie answered the question, staring at Wu Zhiyuan, his eyes flashing with a compelling light.

"Shall we cooperate?"

"I can't trust the police! You investigate your case, I am looking for my person, from now on, it has nothing to do, don't stand in my way anymore, otherwise, when I have time, I will visit Yu Jing's sister-in-law and ask her how she is doing! ”

"You!"

The two looked at others like air, they were still fighting for life and death just now, and now, like old friends, they started talking.

The surrounding crowd, for unknown reasons, looked dazed.

Except for one person, a burly middle-aged man, his face was already pale.

Wu Zhiyuan and the others ignored him, which was a ruthless trampling on his dignity.

He couldn't bear it!

"Whoever you are, take it all for me! Fight to the death! ”

With a wave of his hand, he surrounded the "security guards" of Wu Zhiyuan and the others, and rushed towards Wu Zhiyuan and the others.

"You're left, I'm right!"

The two looked at each other tacitly.

Before others could come up, the two of them, one left and one right, had already flashed into the crowd.

Wolves into the flock!

The clattering sound kept coming, and the screams were endless, and their speed was so fast that before they could see their figures, a large number of people had fallen in the crowd.

"Bang!"

When Zhang Yijie's fist hit the last person's temple, the man fell to the ground, and the whole hall became quiet again.

Zhang Yijie suddenly turned around.

He saw that Wu Zhiyuan's right hand had pinched the middle-aged man's neck, like pinching a chicken.

The middle-aged man slapped his hands hard and struggled, but he couldn't break free from the big hand that only had strength.

"Haven't you heard the saying that the thief captures the king first? Even though this person is a wine bag and a rice bag, he is also a head! Wu Zhiyuan laughed.

"You!" Zhang Yijie's face is not very good-looking.

"Look, I said, you're not as fast as me! You're too soft-hearted! ”

"Let him go!" Zhang Yijie said in a deep voice.

"Haha! What a joke! Just now you teamed up with me to clean up this group of scum, and now you let me let him go? ”

Wu Zhiyuan paused: "However, looking at your appearance, you are in such a hurry!" All right! Here you are! ”

As he spoke, Wu Zhiyuan lifted the middle-aged man and shook it hard, and the latter flew out, slammed, and smashed in front of Zhang Yijie.

"Stop!"

Zhang Yijie roared angrily, however, Wu Zhiyuan had disappeared into the crowd without a trace!

"Stand up!" Zhang Yijie was furious and lifted the middle-aged man up, "Tell me, who is the person behind this!" ”

"I'm ......," the middle-aged man said weakly.

"Say!" Zhang Yijie was dumbfounded.

"Yes...... It's Wang Shanghuai! ”

"Wang Shanghuai?"

Zhang Yijie let go of his hand, pondered for a moment, and strode away.

As soon as he left, the crowd became noisy again.

At this moment, at the door of a private room, a fiery figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Her face was as cold as frost!

"I'm a step too late!"

……