Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

His limbs convulsed and kicked violently, his muscles contorted into horrific shapes, and a series of gasping, dying breaths escaped his throat, as if every bone and every muscle was betraying his will and performing a final, frenzied dance.

His face turned bluish-purple at a visible speed.

It all happened so suddenly, so tragically!

"Quick! Untie him! Lay him flat!"

Rum's voice, shrouded in shadow, was distorted by urgency, but the command remained crystal clear.

He could no longer remain a bystander and even took a small step forward from the shadows. Although his face was still not visible, the sudden anxiety and anger he felt almost tangible.

The two giant men in black were also stunned for a moment, but they were well-trained and immediately carried out the order.

One person quickly pulled out a key, pounced on Baijiu's side, and roughly but efficiently pried open or cut off the locks connecting his wrists and ankles to the chair.

The other person then helped pull the violently convulsing, foaming-at-the-mouth, and limp Baijiu off the chair and quickly laid it flat on the cold, dirty cement floor.

"Defibrillator! Get a defibrillator! Administer sodium thiosulfate! Quickly!!"

He couldn't allow baijiu to die like this!

We absolutely must not do so until we find out where the key is!

Another man in black, who appeared to be a medical worker, rushed over carrying a heavy first-aid kit. He quickly opened it, took out an automated external defibrillator (AED), tore open the clothes on Baijiu's chest that were soaked with blood and sweat, and attached the electrode pads to his chest.

"Charging! 200 joules! Ready!" the medical staff shouted urgently, their fingers flying across the defibrillator buttons.

Another assistant had prepared a large syringe filled with a clear liquid—one of the emergency antidotes for cyanide poisoning.

Everyone gathered around Baijiu, staring intently at his bluish-purple body, which was still convulsing intermittently, and at the bloody white foam that kept gushing from his mouth.

Vermouth was stunned by the sudden change and the horrific "near-death" scene of Baijiu, leaving her mind blank. She could only struggle in vain, hoarsely repeating his name, and for the first time, a near-desperate panic appeared in her eyes.

The defibrillator emitted a piercing beep indicating that charging was complete.

"Everyone get out of here!" the medical staff shouted.

The bodyguard holding the liquor quickly let go and stepped back.

The medical staff holding the defibrillator electrode pads took a deep breath, aimed at Bai Jiu's bare chest, and were about to press down hard to deliver an electric shock for defibrillation!

Just before the electrode plates touch the skin and the powerful current is about to be released—

The "corpse" on the ground, which had been convulsing violently, foaming at the mouth, with dilated pupils, as if it had already stepped into the threshold of death, moved!

Time seemed to distort amidst the intense gasps and murderous intent.

Baijiu punched the bodyguard holding the syringe flying without the slightest hesitation, like a ferocious beast breaking free of all shackles.

The medical staff member whose wrist had been parried and who was still holding the defibrillator electrode pads retreated in horror, but Baijiu was even faster!

He suddenly sprang up from his kneeling position, his left leg whipping out like a whip, delivering a precise and ruthless kick to the medical staff member's abdomen!

"Ugh—!" The medical staff member groaned as he was kicked and sent flying backward, his back slamming heavily against the rusty machine casing before he slid to the ground and curled up in a ball.

Almost simultaneously, the two black-clad giants who reacted first—the scarred man and the tattooed man—roared and pounced forward!

They held back, their fists, as big as earthenware pots, slamming into Baijiu's head and chest with a whooshing sound, their coordinated attacks sealing off his escape routes.

The baijiu's gaze was icy; instead of retreating, it advanced!

He suddenly lowered his body to avoid the scarred man's heavy punch aimed at his temple, while simultaneously thrusting his right shoulder forward like a bull, slamming into the tattooed man's arms and interrupting his follow-up hook punch.

The tattooed man staggered backward from the impact, and Baijiu's left hand, like a venomous snake, reached out and grabbed the wrist of the man holding the rubber baton, twisting it forcefully!

"Crack!" A crisp sound of a dislocated wrist bone.

The tattooed man roared in pain as the rubber baton slipped from his hand.

Baijiu snatched the short stick and swung it at the tattooed man's temple!

If that hits solidly, it could be fatal.

But Scarface's attack has already begun!

Seeing his companion in danger, he abandoned his boxing and used his thick arms like iron hoops to tighten around Baijiu's neck from behind! A classic rear-naked choke!

Baijiu seemed to have anticipated this, abandoning his fatal blow to the tattooed man. Using the momentum of his forward charge, he lunged forward, not only avoiding the scarred man's strangulation but also dragging the scarred man forward with him. The two instantly lost their balance and tumbled to the cold, hard concrete ground!

dusty!

The two immediately began to fight on the ground, using fists, elbows, knees, and feet as their most primitive weapons, each impact producing a dull thud.

Although Baijiu was not as physically imposing as his opponent and had just experienced the torment of "fake poisoning," his actions were more cunning and ruthless, and his experience was terrifyingly rich.

He was like a hunter proficient in all ground techniques, using leverage and joint locks to constantly look for moments when his opponent's center of gravity was unstable, executing chokeholds, armbars, and joint locks...

Each contact caused Scarface to groan in pain. Despite his brute strength, he was unable to fully utilize it and was suppressed by Baijiu!

The two rolled and wrestled haphazardly yet with extreme danger, like two wild beasts fighting to the death. They smashed through the scattered debris and, in the midst of their fierce struggle, they rolled right up to the concrete pillar where Vermouth was imprisoned!

In the instant that the white wine temporarily pinned Scarface beneath him, his back to Vermouth—

Baijiu's hand moved with lightning speed, pulling a small, cold, metallic object from the inside of his blood-stained waistband!

That wasn't a weapon, but a specially made, oddly shaped key!

Using the cover of his roll and his body, he extended his arm backward at an extremely awkward but precise angle!

The key landed steadily in Vermouth's taut, slightly open hand, which had been waiting patiently. It felt cool to the touch.

The whole process took less than half a second, and the scarred man, who was right next to him and being suppressed, probably didn't even notice.

Vermouth's icy blue pupils suddenly lit up!

Without the slightest hesitation, with incredible speed and precision, he inserted the key into the intricate keyhole of the golden shackles around his neck!

"Click."

A soft but clear snapping sound of a spring opening!

at the same time--

"Bang! Bang!"

Rapid footsteps and angry roars came from the second floor!

Another burly man, who had stayed behind or rushed over after hearing the news, appeared at the stairwell. He immediately saw the chaos below:

The liquor is suppressing her companions' fighting, and Vermouth seems to be unlocking a new level!

Without hesitation, he drew his pistol from his waist, and the dark muzzle was immediately aimed at the most threatening and uncontrollable thing below—the liquor!

However, just as his index finger was about to pull the trigger—

"Stop!" The voice with the voice changer suddenly rang out from the shadows, carrying an undeniable command, "Leave that man alive!"

The voice paused, then shifted its murderous intent, "Take care of that woman first!"

The burly man with the gun paused, then quickly shifted the muzzle of his gun, locking onto Vermouth, who had just unlocked her neck shackles and was trying to break free of her ankle restraints!

At that moment, Baijiu had just thwarted Scarface's counterattack with a fierce headbutt when he heard Rum's command and the faint sound of gun barrels turning.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he completely abandoned the scarred man beneath him who was temporarily unable to resist. He sprang up like a cheetah, using his body as a barrier to block the line between Vermouth and the gun muzzle on the second floor!

"White liquor!" Vermouth hissed, her hand moving faster as she unlocked the device, the lock on her ankle rattling as if it were about to come loose.

She didn't panic under the cover of the liquor; instead, she remained unusually calm. While exerting force, she whispered a reminder, her sharp gaze sweeping across the shadows: "Rum is leaving; he's stalling."

Baijiu stood with his back to Vermouth, facing the gun barrels and shadows on the second floor. He was slightly out of breath, covered in blood, but stood straight as an insurmountable barrier.

He heard Vermouth's reminder, and abruptly looked up at the shadowy spot where Rum had been standing—

It's completely empty there!

Only a very faint, distinctive cigar smoke seemed to linger in the air.

On the metal staircase leading to the second floor, came a very faint sound of footsteps that quickly faded away.