Although this is the open-air bar part of the Death Dance Bar and is not as comprehensive as the internal bar facilities, in this open-air area that can almost be called the square, there are also performers, bartenders and mobile bars, and naturally there are security guards who are specifically responsible for maintaining order.

You should know that this is the territory of the Rape Tribe. Most of the people who come here to play are energetic, impulsive, and young people who hold on to vent their psychology. If there was no power to suppress the audience, the Rape Tribe Blind Bar would have been unable to continue.

Faced with such impulsive bastards, they can operate in an orderly manner, and even make the Death Dance Bar the most famous super-large heavy metal bar in Los Angeles. They are definitely not accomplished by a group of rough men who only know how to race.

Although the conflict was only at the corner of the open-air bar, in less than two minutes, two big men, two meters tall and covered in muscles, walked over.

"Hey! Boys, what happened just now? Why did I see a bunch of boys marrying our Mother Earth? Is this a new popular mysterious ritual for him?"

A white man over two meters tall asked vulgarly.

"Wow, isn't this Brother Hansen? Are you in charge of the east venue now? Why are you here today?"

"Is it Little Locke? Why are you here? Don't go in and have fun? Today is my turn to come back." The big man named Hansen asked in surprise.

"I just got into college. I'm not there, so many students from other places want to come and open their eyes. I can get in by myself, but they can't get in, so I have to stay outside with them." Little Lock shrugged his shoulders, raised his right hand, and pointed his thumb behind him to a group of young people by the campfire.

"What happened here just now?" Brother Hansen pointed at a group of gangsters who were getting up with some difficulty on the ground.

In addition to the bonfire where the group of people were just now (the bonfire here is a small fire lit in a large iron bucket, not an open wood pile), the bonfires of Xiao Locke and his team are closest to it.

Hansen naturally had to inquire about the situation with his acquaintance, but he didn't take this matter too much. Here, he didn't use a gun or a knife, which was in line with the rules. This kind of fight was a very normal entertainment event.

As for the bastards who were beaten on the ground there, Hansen didn't care at all. As long as no one died, the gangsters broke their arms and legs, and even the police didn't care.

Here, some famous rascals or beauties gathered in a place closer to the entrance of the indoor bar. There are often big brothers who come out and ask some people to come in to raise their heads and support their own venues. The chances are greater when they get closer to the door.

On the edge of such a square, there is not even a light and a corner that needs to light a bonfire to set off the atmosphere. Of course, there are not very popular gangsters, or some unfamiliar faces, and they can't even squeeze the place for people in good places to stay.

So these marginal people were beaten to the ground, and everyone just wanted to watch the fun and have fun. There were many people who were gloating, but no one went up to help them.

"Here——this guy did it. This guy is so awesome. He knocked down more than twenty of him alone. In my opinion, this guy is a good guy even if he participates in indiscriminate fighting."

Little Rock turned his head and thrust at the opposite side of the bonfire. A handsome boy in a white sportswear was talking to Lilian, a female classmate who came with him.

In the bonfire at night, the wood made a crackling sound, and amid the noise of the open-air bar, Little Rock couldn't hear what they were saying.

I can only see Lilian, who is quite a suitor in the new class, leaned over to the other party, hoping to stick to the other person directly.

But it's not his business. A hot girl like Lilian is not his little Locke's dish. He likes hot girls with a bulge in front and a tilted back.

Looking at the classmate Reed who looked ugly next to him - this one who was the most excited to pursue Lillian, Locke laughed gloatingly.

"How did they fight?" Hansen asked. Even the Raptors sometimes had to reason. What's more, this is the Death Scythe who is his own territory, and maintaining order is his job.

"Well, this guy didn't ride a motorcycle, he came here-"

"——Okay, this is indeed a fucking reason to fight." Hansen waved his hand helplessly.

If you don’t ride a motorcycle, you’re here to find a beating. Not to mention a fool who walks, even if someone drove a high-end sports car over there before, it’s the territory of the Rape Clan.

However, this rule is not determined by the Death Scythe.

At the beginning, someone wanted to find a reason for a fight, but after saying it casually, it actually gained everyone's approval and gradually became the common rule of the Death Dance Bar.

However, this rule is quite interesting and is in line with the appetite of these violent elements, so the Death Scythe will make this rule acquiesce.

Now that someone has challenged the rules of the Death Scythe Association, no matter whether the rules are reasonable or not, as the person responsible for maintaining order in the Death Scythe Association, you may have to teach this boy who doesn’t know how to be tall and strong. Don’t think that you are good at it and can just go wild here!

As for the boy's skills, he had to play indiscriminate fighting, Hansen's opinion had to be a joke.

What's the difficulty of dealing with more than 20 gangsters with empty hands? Any skilled master can do it.

The difference between strength and ability to resist strikes alone is enough to completely open up the gap between the two sides. For yourself, as long as you pay attention to a few key points in defense, other places will make such gangsters who have not undergone hard training without any pain or itch to fight casually.

It is just a matter of time to slap one by one and settle the gangsters of more than twenty.

A group of primary school students deal with fitness coaches, and everyone is empty-handed without equipment. Can the number of people determine the outcome?

If the indiscriminate fighting is so easy to fight, there will be more strong men and strong men in the entire Death Scythe, and many people have even fought black fists, but there are only three in the entire Death Scythe who can get the indiscriminate fighting ticket.

Hansen walked around the bonfire and wanted to call the boy in the sportswear that was about to leave.

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The boy in white sportswear ignored him, and didn't even turn his head back. He walked towards the direction of Lilian's fingers and towards the death bar covered with white skeletons on the wall.

"f**k! Stop, boy!"

Hanson didn't want to make things worse, so he planned to beat this kid and throw it out.

But now it is difficult to get rid of the tiger. So many people are watching from the side. If you don’t clean up this ungrateful thing, where should he put his iron-fisted Hansen’s face?

"Bastard, go eat shit!"

Before Hanson could do anything, the brothers who followed him rushed out.

This brother who was patrolling with Hansen was no less than Hansen in terms of size. His huge body, which was over two meters tall, rushed sideways, like a heavy truck rushing around, rushing all the way, and rushing around.

Several young men blocking the road dodged. One of the boys reacted a little slower, and was rubbed by the big man who rushed over. He was led to turn around twice, and then staggered a few more steps. Finally, he fell to the ground because of dizziness and unsteady standing.

"Luck! Are you okay?" The classmate next to him quickly pulled him up.

"Fortunately, I'm fine. Damn, it's too violent, I like it here." Fortunately, the unlucky guy just had his shoulder wiped. After he was pulled up, he looked at the direction where the big man rushed over with excitement.

The fierce man had a ferocious face, roared suddenly, and punched him from top to bottom and hit the boy in the white sportswear's shoulder.

There are really many men and women watching the fun. The so-called people watching the fun are not serious, and they suddenly whistle, cheers, and screams.

The boy walking forward with his back to the Han Dynasty was not sure if he didn't react, but he still walked forward slowly.

Looking at the person standing in front of the boy, at this moment, under the leaping light of the bonfire, a huge shadow rose from behind the boy's back, covering the boy's entire body in the shadow.

The dull sound of 'bang--' could even be called a huge fist hit the boy's shoulder.

‘Click’

The boy in white sportswear did not look back, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, the aggressive man stopped in place with his wrist holding him, his mouth comparable to that of a hippo, and slowly squatted down.

"whispering sound--!"

"Hahaha--"

"This kid is so cool!"

"A real man never looks back at the explosion!"

"Mom, he injured me!" someone said in a strange voice.

"What did he hit you with? Where did he hit you?" Immediately another person who pinched his voice and imitated the female voice took it.

"Mom, he injured my hand with his shoulder-"

"Hahaha--"

Not only did no one around expressed sympathy for the big guy with a wrist injury, but there were countless ridicule.

There were so many people watching the fun around. Everyone could see clearly that this guy rushed over with such a momentum and punched him from behind on the shoulder. As a result, he didn't have anything to do and continued to walk forward without looking back. However, the guy gave his wrist a discount.

You said that if you punch this white sportswear boy, everyone would nod and cheer. You would only say that this sportswear boy pretended to be a fool. Who told you to hear such a big noise behind you and not look back?

But such a big and strong man, just because he is so handsome, he can put this sportswear kid in and still be rich, and rush up from behind. But you're going to discount your wrists?

Now, even the boss Hansen behind couldn't help but cover his forehead with both hands and couldn't bear to see it. It was so embarrassing that he didn't know what to say.

Want to say that someone injured you? There are so many people watching the fun, it is really hard to say.

However, as the boss, it is not a solution to just look like this, but this kid in white sportswear looks very uncomfortable. Hansen thinks that it will probably be useless if he goes up.

Even in the entire Death Scythe Club, Mick is a good player in fighting and has also hit black fists, and is not comparable to those gangsters.

Mick's wrist was broken, and he must have used all his strength and smashed it down with such a punch. Hansen asked himself, "If he had to take it this way, it would be difficult." How could he continue to move forward like this boy as if nothing had happened.

I can't go up and get humiliated! Hansen made a judgment in an instant.

Although Hanson is big and looks like a thug, if he only knows how to fight, he will not be able to take charge of the party.

"Damn, Mick, what's wrong with your wrist?" Hansen took two steps and squatted beside his younger brother and asked with concern.

"Ha, hehe, sorry, boss, I'm embarrassed to give you a shame. What, this kid's shoulders are too hard, and my wrist is broken."

"I'll take you to the hospital now. You will definitely be able to pick it up. Hold on, Mick!"

Hansen waved without looking back, so naturally someone pushed a three-wheeled motorcycle with a trophy.

There is nothing else here, and all kinds of motorcycles have gone to sea. As the elder brother who is quite prestigious among the Rapunish clan, some people are naturally willing to lend him their car for use.

Hansen quickly helped Mick onto the motorcycle, turned the handle to start the motor, and galloped towards the nearest hospital. After all, the earlier the fracture, the less likely it is to leave sequelae.

As for the iron plate, let him go and kick if he likes it. Hansen is not the only one who maintains order in the open-air bar. It just so happens that Ryan, who he doesn't like, is there, so let him deal with it.

I want to save my brother, no one can say that I am unfaithful!

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Yagyu Motohe didn't want to get involved with these gangsters. He found this because it was the headquarters of the Death Scythe Society on the surface and was also a symbolic place for the Death Scythe Society.

Uncle Kobayashi has been missing for two days, and Yuki Motoka Yagyu is not a detective Conan. Moreover, even in Tokyo, he may not be able to find any clues, let alone Los Angeles, where he is unfamiliar with the place? So he has no patience to circle around and is ready to use the fastest, most direct and least brain-free method to find people.

He planned to come to this famous bar to catch the leader of the Death Scythe Club and ask for information, but when he ran over, he saw that the square was full of people. This was really a bar? Finally, he confirmed with the girl who was a little crazy just now. This was indeed a bar for the Death Scythe Bar. Yanagi Motohiro finally felt relieved.
To be continued...