Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Vermouth exchanged a quick glance with Baijiu, then chose unconditional trust. She gripped the improvised umbrella weapon tightly and charged forward as instructed.

The umbrella pole swung fiercely in her hand, tearing a gap through the crowd. With nimble agility, she slipped through the gap in the railing like a cat, landing firmly on the metal steps. Grasping the handrail with her bare hands, she left with a swift and agile stride, without a moment's hesitation.

She wasn't like the heroines in movies or novels who, despite being ordered to evacuate, stubbornly stayed, often becoming a burden or even causing tragedy. True professionalism lies in assessing the situation and executing orders.

At this moment, Baijiu was trapped, his fists swinging against the dense wall of people. Although his fighting power far exceeded that of any single opponent, the relentless attacks left him exhausted. Countless hands gripped every part of his body, making it difficult for him to completely break free.

Grace seized this perfect opportunity during the chaos. Her hands were as swift as a phantom, and with a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to grasp, she grabbed the two tiny injections on the corner of the table into her palms.

She resolutely joined the melee, although no one knew whether her motive was purely to aid Baijiu...

But at least, she was unwilling to sit and wait for death, like a frog in warm water, waiting for the judgment of fate. She wanted to use all the tools at hand to fight her way out!

She stepped onto the sofa in one step, rolled to one side with the help of the force, then swung her arms and ran quickly, holding the syringe tightly in her hand.

Seeing this, the White Widow's brother Zola immediately blocked her way. In their eyes, Grace's value at this moment was far greater than the trapped Baijiu!

Zola opened his big hand and roughly grabbed Grace's wrist. In his opinion, it was easy to subdue such an untrained and weak woman.

This is like asking college students to do first-grade math problems. How difficult can it be?

However, Zola overlooked one point: although Grace had no systematic combat training, her skills and techniques as a thief were enough to rival those of a legendary thief!

"Hey! You woman! Stop touching me!" Zola's face suddenly turned red, and he was shocked and angry.

The key he had been looking for mysteriously appeared in front of him - and it was taken out from his own pocket!

The White Widow, who had been watching coldly, immediately locked her eyes sharply on the key the moment it appeared.

Zola was also eager to take the key back, and his hands clasped Grace's wrists tightly like iron pliers.

Despite being restrained, Grace didn't give up her resistance. Her hands, like a magic trick, made the key jump and switch strangely between her left and right fists. Zola's eyes were forced to follow the key's movement back and forth, making him look quite comical.

Every time he thought he had spotted the hand where the key was, Grace would deftly move it to the other side.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Zola was almost furious.

He took a deep breath, widened his eyes, and prepared to concentrate...

At this moment, Baijiu rushed forward like a raging bull, sending Zola flying several meters! Only a gust of wind blew past, stirring Grace's hair.

Grace saw this and neither thanked him nor gestured to Baijiu. She just stood on tiptoe and walked forward without looking back.

Baijiu used his body to hold Zola down, one hand fiercely pinching his neck, the other hand clenching into an iron fist, punching him in the face again and again! The previously pent-up anger was completely released at this moment, and each punch was full of power, hitting the flesh!

He quickly felt for Zola's cuffs, and when he found nothing, his heart sank. He looked up and saw Grace's figure about to disappear at the end of his sight.

"Okay..." Baijiu had been fighting with the bodyguards and hadn't noticed Grace teasing Zola. He thought the key should still be on Zola.

"I knew it wasn't that simple." Baijiu punched the ground angrily, and an indescribable weird feeling became stronger and stronger - as if there really was an invisible hand called "fate" pushing him forward from behind.

He shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to regain composure. What kind of predetermined fate was this? If everything was predetermined, then what was the point of life itself?

Baijiu stretched out his long legs and began to run at full speed. At this moment, the melee symbolizing the "Twilight of the Gods" truly began.

He punched his way through, his sight once again blocked by the endless stream of burly men. But he had no time to engage with these minions; he had to catch up with Grace as soon as possible!

He tried to turn around and escape from the other side of the stairs.

Unfortunately, a group of burly thugs also poured in from the entrance at the other end.

Baijiu was forced to retreat to the center of the second floor. He tilted his head, his cold eyes sweeping over the white widow who was still sitting in the main seat on the sofa.

After just a moment of staring at each other, Baijiu grabbed the railing behind him without hesitation and jumped down from the height! This height was nothing to him.

He moved quickly among the frightened guests on the first floor.

On the huge screen at the back, the giant eye of the abyss composed of countless blue particles was staring coldly at the running Baijiu, while making a hoarse and low murmur, like the muttering of an ancient god.

At the same time, Grace unknowingly went around to the back of the classical building.

She walked up the stone steps, etched with traces of time, to the second floor. Dozens of cold blue beams of light shone upon her, and she walked forward into the cold light.

Suddenly, she stopped.

A long-haired man seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. He pulled out a gleaming dagger and slowly approached Grace, his eyes looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

Grace immediately turned her head and tried to escape from the other side.

But how could the enemy ignore what she could think of?

Another burly man was slowly approaching from that direction. The two of them formed a pincer attack, and from every angle, she seemed to be in a desperate situation.

Grace stepped back, her slender heels tapping against the cold ground. Like wild beasts stalking their prey, the two strange men slowly approached, trapping her in a corner of the corridor.

One of the men first tentatively grabbed Grace's wrist.

Essentially, he considered himself a gentleman and was reluctant to be too rude to a lady.

However, Gray didn't appreciate it at all. She slapped the back of his hand away and pushed him away with force, her voice filled with suppressed anger: "Don't touch me!"

"Oh my god!" The man was so shocked by the sudden resistance that he tilted his head and his patience instantly disappeared.

Grace's actions completely touched his rage point! He no longer showed any mercy and pressed down on Grace's neck with his palm, strangling her like an animal to be slaughtered, and clamped her thin arms with brute force.

Seeing this, another man joined the fight, trying to take advantage of Grace while he was subduing her - after all, she did have an outstanding figure. However, their lust made them relax their guard for a moment.

As a professional thief, Grace's timing was impeccable! She seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without hesitation, gathering all her strength and fiercely kicking the two men's lower bodies, where they were most vulnerable!

"what--!"

Two shrill howls suddenly echoed in the empty second-floor corridor, piercing the previous oppression and silence.