The negotiation broke down, and the two groups of people still had a disagreement on business issues after all, and the best way to solve this difference was to solve the other party, which was violent, secretly holding the iron and guns, and only waiting for the boss to give an order, the two brothers would rush up and fight you to the death.

Lorenzo didn't care about the people behind him, he looked at the smiling Hercule, and then his angry expression softened, and he became the same as Hercule, with a strange smile.

Hercule didn't understand why Lorenzo could still laugh, and only listened to Lorenzo say slowly.

"You really don't seem to know about the 'things in the dark,' do you?"

"Of course, if I knew, I wouldn't have bothered you so much. ”

Hercule didn't know what Lorenzo was referring to, but expected to be the same thing he had been chasing.

"Yes, thank you for the warning, Hercule. ”

"No thanks, pride and prejudice are unavoidable flaws of human beings. "Hercule felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Pride and prejudice, I admit I'm arrogant, but where's the prejudice?"

There was a mystery hidden in both of the words, Lorenzo asked.

"You'll know if you deal with them, do you need a weapon?"

"No, I don't have to. ”

Lorenzo seemed very confident, he was arrogant, he deserved to be arrogant, he was a witcher, the secret blood flowing in his body was enough to crush all problems, and he also remembered Hercule's words, after all, Lawrence died because of his arrogance with Vanrao.

The powerful Demon Hunter Sect never imagined that it was not the burning nail sword that would end him, but the fire rain forged by industry.

"That'...... I'm starting?" asked Lorenzo.

Hercule made a gesture of please, and Lorenzo laughed, and under Hercule's puzzled gaze, he drank the rest of the wine from the glass, and then threw out the sharp nail sword like a solid light.

The sound of metal collapsing made the already oppressive atmosphere a little more solemn again, and the two groups of people were always vigilant against each other, but they didn't expect that the first to pull out their weapons was this strange guy.

"Does anyone still want to get out?"

Lorenzo thrust his knife into the table, like a thread, separating the two groups.

No one responded to him, more eyes fell on him, and it seemed that they didn't mind dealing with this sudden appearance before they could fight.

Realizing that he had attracted hatred, Lorenzo smiled even more happily and walked straight forward.

"Don't you use weapons?"

This action frightened Hercule, Lorenzo did not take his folding knife at all, and stepped forward empty-handed, he just wanted to test the gap between Lorenzo and ordinary people, not to let him die.

His hand had already grabbed the gun under the bar, and he wondered if the detective was drunk, and if not, Hercule was about to fire to save Lorenzo, but then the voice rang out.

"It's a weapon to hunt 'monsters', and it's not used against these people. ”

Lorenzo said.

Although they could not understand the conversation between the two Rao, the thugs could also sense Lorenzo's provocation, and some of them had already stood up, and the bright iron was under them.

It was as if the air had turned into lead stones, stacked on each Rao's chest, and everyone was on guard, one side felt that Lorenzo was the enemy's man, and the other side had the same idea.

A sense of paralysis filled his body, Lorenzo slowly opened his hand, then suddenly showed a strange smile to everyone present, and the next moment grabbed the shotgun in the cloakroom, raised it violently and fired.

Times have changed!

Lorenzo laughed wildly, looking like a demon king of the world.

This sudden change surprised everyone, you feel like you're going to take on everyone in the room, but suddenly pull out a shotgun?

Even Hercule, who was about to turn over the bar and rescue Lorenzo, was stunned by Lorenzo's move, feeling that the words just now were all Lorenzo's boasting.

The thugs were too frightened to move, at this distance, the firepower of the shotguns was simply lethal, and there was no chance of rescue, and the broken projectiles would directly break people.

Lorenzo pulled the trigger, and nothing happened in the slightest thud, and it was supposed that the scattered projectiles would smash the thugs in front of him, and he fled in a hurry under Lorenzo's firepower, but in fact, after Lorenzo pulled the trigger, only a little river water gushed out of the barrel of the gun.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes exchanged intentions back and forth, and in the rollercoaster-like changes, even these long-time thugs were a little unresponsive.

Lorenzo grabbed the barrel of his gun with some helplessness, blaming himself for forgetting it, he had just climbed out of the Thames, and the ammunition had already been flooded.

"Excuse me, let's change the way we start!"

Before the men could react, Lorenzo swung his shotgun, the handle of which slammed into a rao's head, and as the blow fell, the brawl began.

Angry scolding, firing, wine bottles and chairs flying, Hercule hurriedly lowered his body, and then a flying knife grazed his hair, nailed to the wooden cabinet behind him, he probed slightly, observed Lorenzo, only to see the great detective walking back and forth in the crowd, obviously his body was restricted, but he was still fierce

It was Hercule's miscalculation, he didn't know anything about the things in the dark, no matter how good he was at calculating, but just like the flaws of man, he couldn't guess what man had never seen.

Shackles may be able to restrain mortals, but they can't restrain monsters.

Lorenzo threw the shotgun hard, knocking out a man who was trying to pull it out, then picked up the spoon on the table, broke it, and clenched it so hard that the tip was exposed like a simple finger tiger.

The strength of this anesthesia can bring down a normal adult, but Lorenzo is an adult, but he is not normal, and this paralysis does not limit him much.

Although the reaction has decreased, Lorenzo is still deadly for ordinary people, and he punches the thug in the throat, and the soup spoon clamped between his fingertips pierces the skin directly under this force, inserting it into the flesh and blood

grabbed the chair on the side and pumped it the people's bodies, and with the blessing of the huge force, the chair directly shattered, and those people were also smoked half to death by Lorenzo, but at this time, the same chair smashed on Lorenzo's head, but he did not fall.

Turning around, the man was still holding the chair, looking at Lorenzo's eyes, a little overwhelmed, and then Lorenzo kicked him over, and the force directly crushed the table behind him.

Someone pulled out a dagger and a firearm, but in this crowded situation, Lorenzo was not a threat at all, and he deliberately hid himself behind him, because of the lives of his accomplices, they could not fire at all.

Finally, someone couldn't help it, pressed the trigger, and Lorenzo grabbed the unlucky ghost on the side, like a meat shield, and while bearing the attack, he pushed the meat shield close to the gunner, and then used the hand holding the soup spoon to solve it with a punch.

This weapon is very handy, like a delicate short knife, easily piercing through the enemy's body.

It was like a bloody, with bottles smashed back and forth, and the air was filled with the smell of wine, as if there was an open flame that could ignite the air.

With a mechanical punch, the power gradually returns.

The effect of the medicine has passed, and for the Demon Hunter Rao physique, this dose of the potion will soon be metabolized, and Lorenzo has become faster and more powerful, gradually turning into a one-sided suppression.

Up to now, these two groups of people have realized the strength of Lorenzo, they thought that Lorenzo was the helper called by the other party, but judging from Lorenzo's equal style of play, he is not on either side at all, and he feels like a drunkard who drinks too much, and he is angry with them passers-by.

Eventually, fewer and fewer people could stand, and at that moment the door of the tavern was slammed open, and Camus rushed in with a pistol in his hand.

At the beginning of the brawl, he noticed it, he didn't know exactly what was going on inside, but there was definitely danger, and for a moment Kamu thought a lot in his heart, whether to run away from the place of right and wrong first, or rush in to save his new boss.

He struggled fiercely in his heart, until now he rushed in, and unlike what he expected, the only people who could stand in the tavern were Lorenzo and Hercule, and the mob fell to the ground, and the conscious people let out a groan of pain, and Lorenzo stood between them, looking unsatisfied.

Then Hercule walked out of the bar, looking a little blank, and then looking very excited, stepping over one fallen figure after another, walking towards Kamu, and grabbing him by the collar.

"You...... Do you see that?" he said, a little choppy.

"What?" Kamu didn't understand what he was excited about.

Hercule pointed at Lorenzo and then at the fallen thugs on the ground, shouting hoarsely.

"He killed these people alone!"

Hercule walked over to Lorenzo again, raising his blood-stained hand and spreading his clenched fist into a twisted metal object.

"Just use a spoon!"

Hercule screamed.

......

It took Hercule about five minutes to calm his agitated expression, and he sat in the back kitchen with Lorenzo while Camus was at the bar, dealing with the unknown mobs.

Lorenzo felt a little strange at the moment, Hercule somehow, after witnessing all this, his attitude towards himself quickly changed, he sat opposite Lorenzo, like a fan seeing an idol, he ...... He's even a little as a girl.

"Really...... It's really ......" Perhaps overly excited, Hercule sorted out his words.

"I ...... I've been looking for you for too long, Mr. Holmes. ”

Lorenzo was stunned, he didn't understand, "Looking for me?"

Hercule nodded, "yes, I've been looking for you for too long!"

He stood up excitedly, as if he didn't know how to describe it, and paced in place.

"Actually, I noticed you a long time ago, after all, you can single-handedly create the person who caused the Red River tragedy, but I'm still not sure, after all, I didn't witness those ...... I'm skeptical of things I haven't seen in person. ”

"Because will you be deceived?" Lorenzo understood him, he was a man of deception himself, and Lorenzo knew very well how easy it was to mislead a person.

"Yes, the rumors and the press that are not too big of a deal can mislead my judgment, so in the beginning, I also saw you as something peculiar, such as relying on some special weapon, or someone hiding in the shadows to help you. ”

He spoke so fast that Lorenzo's mind was buzzing.

Lorenzo waved his hand, these things could be put on the back burner, he had more important things now.

"I've done what you've done, but what about the Rat King?"

Hercule's thoughts were interrupted by Lorenzo's words, and then he sat down again, breathing hard and deeply, and became steady again.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit of a gaffe, after all, I've been tracking you guys for too long. ”

You guys?

Lorenzo looked at Hercule, not knowing what the hell he was up to, but then he made a strange noise, a low roar, like the cry of some animal.

"What are you doing?" asked Lorenzo.

"It's calling the Rat King. ”

Hercule smiled mysteriously, an expression Lorenzo had ever seen, and that was the expression he had when he asked Camus about the Rat King.

Then a small sound sounded from all around, as if something was passing through the back kitchen, he touched the pots and pans, and made a ratling sound, and then, in Lorenzo's puzzled and shocked face, the rat king appeared, and he swaggered out.

"Wait...... He's the Rat King?" Lorenzo felt like he had been tricked.

Hercule replied.

"Literally, he's the Rat King. ”

Lorenzo looked at Hercule and then at the Rat King, he suddenly understood the whole thing, lowered his body, and picked up the Rat King, and he didn't resist.

"So that's 'bias'?"

"I think we're the same kind of people in terms of IQ," Hercule pointed to his head, "and you should know how easy it is for a person to be misled." ”

"yes...... The so-called prejudice is like this, right, the rat king literally means the king of rats, and people will always think more and give these words some mysterious legends. ”

As Camus said, the Rat King was cute, furry, and felt great, Lorenzo had seen it in books, its scientific name was the chinchilla, and Invig was not where it came from, and he didn't know how Hercule had brought it across the ocean.

As for the name of the Rat King, it is indeed a good match for it, it is more than a circle or two larger than ordinary rats.

"What's its name. ”

Lorenzo found the incident even more interesting than he had thought, the master of trickery had been deceived for the first time in a long time, and he held the Rat King in his arms and faced Hercule for the first time.

Poirot...... To be exact, every chinchilla I raise is called Poirot, and it is a second-generation order. ”

Hercule walked over and rubbed Poirot's head, no one could have imagined that the mysterious Rat King would be like this, or that the mysterious Rat King was just a smoke bomb and a puppet, and it was this inconspicuous informant who really controlled everything, he was the real Rat King.