Jinduhui, singing and dancing brings peace, laughter and joy.

In the crowd, a black shadow flashed and rushed towards a dark corner!

"Bang!"

This is the sound of fists colliding, and two figures are about to part with one touch.

"Wu Zhiyuan!"

"Zhang Yijie!"

The two of them took a few steps back and stood firmly.

At this time, the music stopped, the laughter stopped, and the whole hall was silent.

Except for the heartbeat.

Everyone's eyes were focused on two tall figures.

"I said, don't block my way!"

"Hmph! You can't help!"

Two figures, just stopped for a moment, suddenly rushed towards each other.

"Bang bang!"

The two of them hit each other's chests and took a few steps back.

"Don't force me!"

Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to get too entangled, but Zhang Yijie flashed and blocked his way.

"I still want to stop me?"

Wu Zhiyuan punched again and left in front of Zhang Yijie.

Fast! Too fast! As fast as lightning.

Zhang Yijie's head tilted slightly, and he narrowly avoided the fierce punch.

However, the fist did not pause at all. In the air, it turned into a palm and slashed hard at the back of Zhang Yijie's neck.

"This is another move!"

Zhang Yijie's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his left hand to barely block the palm.

"Brush!" His wrist turned down, and he took the lead and grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's wrist.

"Hmm? It's another catcher!" Wu Zhiyuan just realized that it was too late.

"Ah!" Zhang Yijie grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's arm with both hands, and thrust his chest. Wu Zhiyuan was swung up by him, flew over his head, and drew a semicircle arc!

"Bang!"

Wu Zhiyuan's body hit the table.

Accompanied by the screams around him, Zhang Yijie raised his fist again and hit Wu Zhiyuan's temple.

"Bang!"

His fist suddenly broke into the air, and Wu Zhiyuan's knees had already pressed against his chest.

"Bang!"

This was a kick that hit Zhang Yijie hard in the jaw.

Zhang Yijie fell down on his back.

Wu Zhiyuan supported his hands and bounced with the momentum and stood up steadily.

"Aren't you going to catch me? Come on!"

With a loud roar, Wu Zhiyuan swung a chair and smashed Zhang Yijie on the ground.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yijie rolled around and the chair hit the ground, splitting.

Zhang Yijie took the opportunity to stand up.

"Do you want my life?" Zhang Yijie said in a deep voice.

"Do you think this is a house-playing house?" Wu Zhiyuan sneered.

After several confrontations, the two were equally matched and evenly matched.

No one took a better advantage.

The two stood, staring at each other, and no one took a step forward.

The air condensed for a moment, and they were already surrounded by the audience.

Quiet! Very quiet! The needle can be heard!

The lights on the stage flashed, and the scars on Wu Zhiyuan's face were extremely ferocious at this moment.

Suddenly, he moved, like a gust of wind, pounced towards Zhang Yijie.

The light at this time happened to shine on Zhang Yijie's face, and his eyes narrowed into a gap.

A fist was getting closer and closer, and in his eyes, it was becoming more and more infinitely enlarged.

He instinctively stretched out his right hand.

"Bang!"

The fist hit Zhang Yijie's palm.

Before Zhang Yijie could be surprised, Wu Zhiyuan's left hand had already stuck his throat.

"Click!"

With his feet exerted force, Wu Zhiyuan thrust his waist, pressed against Zhang Yijie, and pushed forward.

Crazy! The tables around were knocked over, wine bottles were scattered all over the floor, and Zhang Yijie was pushed against the wall.

In the crowd, a beautiful figure looked at all this, his eyes flashing constantly.

"stop!"

A loud shout came, and the crowd moved away, and a fierce middle-aged man walked out of it, followed by a group of people.

"What's going on! Who gave you the courage to make trouble in Jinduhui!" The middle-aged man shouted again, and a group of more than ten people surrounded Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Yijie.

Wu Zhiyuan let go of his left hand that was stuck on Zhang Yijie's neck and shook his head slightly.

"You are here to investigate the case of floating corpse in Wujiang!" Wu Zhiyuan looked at Zhang Yijie and ignored the crowd surrounding them.

"It's just that your method is too naive. You want to pull out the people behind it through fighting with me?"

"Where are you? Are you here to check Chen Xi's whereabouts? Could her disappearance be related to Jin Duhui?"

Zhang Yijie answered the question irrelevantly, staring at Wu Zhiyuan, and an impulse light flashed in his eyes.

"Or what if we cooperate?"

"I can't trust the police! If you investigate your case, I look for my people, and from now on, there is nothing to do. Don't block my way anymore. Otherwise, I will visit Sister Yu Jing one day and ask her if she is doing well!"

"you!"

The two of them looked at others as air. They were just fighting to death, but now they are like old friends, and they are starting to chat.

The crowd around him was confused and looked confused.

Except for one person, a burly middle-aged man, his face was ashen.

Wu Zhiyuan and the others ignored him, which was a ruthless trampling on his dignity.

He can't bear it!

"No matter who you are, take them all for me! Fight to death!"

He waved his hand and rushed towards Wu Zhiyuan and the others.

"You left and I right!"

The two looked at each other and tacitly understood.

Before anyone could come up, the two of them flashed into the crowd, one left and one right.

Wolves enter the flock of sheep!

The sound of clicks kept coming, and screams were endless. Their speed was too fast. Before they could see their figures clearly, a large area of ​​people had already fallen in the crowd.

"Bang!"

When Zhang Yijie's fist hit the last man's temple, the man fell to the ground and the whole hall became quiet again.

Zhang Yijie suddenly turned around.

He saw that Wu Zhiyuan's right hand had already pinched the middle-aged man's neck, as if he was pinching a chick.

The middle-aged man slapped his hands hard and struggled, but he could not escape the powerful hand.
To be continued...