Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

In an instant, several bodyguards pointed their guns at Baijiu's face at the same time, and the cold metallic luster flickered under the light.

Rum slowly turned halfway around, his expression relaxed and confident, watching Baijiu's every move with the composure of a sure win. "For the sake of our past friendship, I'll let you choose."

Except for Baijiu and Grace who were a little agitated, the rest of the people at the scene remained on the sidelines.

Everyone has their own plans in mind, especially Vermouth - her murderous eyes are always fixed on Rum, but she has not taken any action.

She would never act rashly before Baijiu gave clear instructions.

Suddenly, she heard her name from Rum's mouth.

"Do you choose Vermouth... or... do you choose?" Rum showed a sinister and terrifying smile, like a beast playing with its prey.

"What are you still standing there for!" Baijiu gritted his teeth and shouted at the White Widow's brother, "Stop standing there like an idiot!"

"I remember that you are not such a timid person! Kill him, Zora! While there is still a chance! Don't be fooled by his words!" Baijiu struggled hard, using almost all his strength to try to wake up these people who seemed to be hypnotized by rum.

"Now it's your turn to choose, Alana." Rum turned his gaze to the White Widow, and the originally chaotic scene came to a brief halt.

After all, the clarion call for this melee has already been sounded, and now it is just a matter of finding a seemingly reasonable excuse for the war.

"But before you make a decision, I have to remind you," Rum said with a strange smile, "Grace knows the whereabouts of the other half of the key."

"I'm telling you, Rum!" Baijiu stared at him fiercely, his eyes filled with murderous intent and hatred, "If anything goes wrong with either of them—"

"Especially Vermouth, even if she loses a hair, I won't tolerate it!" Baijiu used the last bit of rationality to maintain his composure, but his voice trembled with anger.

"You and that so-called 'God' will have no place in this world! You will be like a stray dog ​​with no way to escape!" He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

"I will chase you to the ends of the earth! This is a destined fact!" Baijiu's arms were tightly clamped by several burly men, but he did not panic - breaking free from the restraints was just a matter of a moment for him.

All he could do at this moment was to break the rules and do the opposite!

"What an inspiring speech!" Rum couldn't help but applaud, a smile spreading across his face. "It's great to meet you again, my old friend."

"Having an opponent like you adds a bit of fun to my journey to godhood." A trace of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes.

Rum turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing from Baijiu's sight.

And Kil, who was standing aside, holding a half-drawn long sword in his hand, also looked at Baijiu with a look as if he saw an old friend, but there was more of a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"See you later." She said coldly.

Baijiu quickly glanced around. After Rum left the stage, he had become the focus of the whole audience, and all the firearms that could fire were aimed at him without exception.

He made a bold decision - to show weakness temporarily and stop resisting.

At the same time, he vigilantly observed the tools around him that could be used, and kept sending hints with his eyes to Grace who was hiding the key.

Although he was filled with hatred for Grace, the woman who had almost buried him underground in Rome, he had to choose to compromise temporarily for the sake of the overall situation.

The scene fell into an unprecedented silence. White Widow, Vermouth, Grace, and Baijiu exchanged glances, examining each other, as if waiting for the other to speak or act first.

Baijiu glared at Bai Guafu, his face filled with indignation: "Do you know? You have unknowingly made a huge mistake!"

The White Widow shook her head indifferently: "But my own life is hanging by a thread. I have to board that train tomorrow, and at the same time..." She raised her voice, tore off the hypocritical mask, and told Baijiu the truth, "I have to get that key too!"

"I don't care what means I use!" For the first time, the White Widow revealed a ferocious and ambitious expression. "Even if I bear eternal infamy, it's worth it!"

After listening to her words, Baijiu shook his head in disappointment - all of this was almost exactly the same as the result of his deduction.

He turned to look at Grace and said softly but decisively, "Don't move."

Then he turned his head and whispered to Vermouth, "You too, run as far as you can!"

Vermouth looked at Baijiu calmly and nodded indifferently.

Just when the whole place fell into dead silence and everyone relaxed their vigilance a little - as if the melee was really over - the white wine suddenly turned into a black lightning!

He passed through the wall of burly men at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, suddenly raised his knee, and with a fierce horizontal sweep, kicked a row of pistols aside!

"Bang! Bang!"

As two gunshots broke the silence, the long-suspended melee officially began!

Baijiu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he entered a full-scale battle mode. He had only one goal: to take back the key and protect Vermouth!

His vision was extremely sharp - the trajectory of the bullet was clearly visible in his eyes as if it was in slow motion!

He casually grabbed a bald man nearby and roughly pulled him in front of him to use as a human shield. As if in slow motion, two bullets penetrated the man's head one after another.

"Ah..." Grace couldn't help but cover her mouth - this was the first time she witnessed death.

Vermouth simply glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground and then stood up from the sofa. If someone touched the corner of the sofa, they would find that it was completely cold.

Because from the moment she entered the party, Vermouth never really relaxed! She was always ready for action!

She grabbed a long-handled umbrella on the table, held it tightly with her backhand, and without hesitation, smashed it towards the face of the bodyguard who was blocking her way!

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the man's facial features were instantly distorted.

Baijiu clenched his fists, grabbed a bodyguard who had lost his balance after being kicked down, and punched him in the face with his rock-hard fists one after another.

The bridge of the nose was twisted from being straight, and even the white bones were exposed among the blood and flesh.