The crowds were turbulent in the darkness, and they tried their best to lean against the sunny window, while the waiters in the auditorium waved their hands and tried their best to maintain order.

The riots overturned the champagne and red wine on the table, and the wine glass rolled off the table, and smashed the ground with the red wine glass. The crisp sound added a bit of chaos in the auditorium.

The girls with silver powder on their faces were holding their skirts in one hand, covering their chests in the panic crowd, and rushed to the door with the abortion. Someone stepped on their skirts, causing the girl to stagger and fall to the ground, while the person behind her continued to move forward while stepping on her body.

"Please...please wait."

The waiter seemed to find someone falling in the darkness, and hurriedly ran over and stretched out his arms to block the crowd that was moving closer to the door, but was picked up by the powerful mixed-race species like chickens and threw them aside.

Disorder, chaos, torture, horror.

These elites in the upper class of society should have abide by the rules and orders, and even when facing accidents, they should be calm. But they don’t know who drove the atmosphere in the venue. The uneasy emotions were transmitted to the crowd like a plague.

Those gentlemen who were elegant at the beginning were now like wilderness beasts. They were as educated as they were before and as savage as they were now, and anyone who was in their way would be squeezed aside.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let's go first!"

"Damn it, can even lights break here?"

"Jovia, Danny, where are you?"

The negative influence began to spread, and the crowd began to look for their partners. Some people squeezed forward, some people rushed backward, crowded, pushed, and trampled. With the sound of wine bottles rolling down, the scene was in chaos, like a group of headless flies in the dark, ramming everywhere.

Angers looked at the crowd. He and Henkel were standing on the edge, so they were not affected by the abortion.

"You arranged this too?" Anger asked with a frown.

"No, I won't arrange such boring scenes. Obviously someone wants to deal with us." Hen Gao's face was cold and his voice was low.

After all the calculations, the two old foxes never expected that they were plotted against.

"What are you going to do now?"

Angers looked at the people around him. The auditorium was big enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Now that the group had arrived at the door, it seemed that they could leave here soon.

"We'd better not go anywhere now. If you were the manipulator behind the scenes, would you let those people leave easily? The more crowded the place, the more likely it is to have a tragic accident. You Angers are to be like a gentleman, calm in the face of danger." Henkel looked at Angers.

"Haha, put away your praise, I don't need it." Anger bit the cigar in his mouth, feeling a little frowning, "Do you have any fire?"

Henkel took out an age-old lighter from his pocket. He used his fingers to pluck the shaft of the teeth. A spark was shot out from the lighter. A pillar of flame lit up faintly. Angers leaned over and leaned down. The lit cigar burned violently, and a mouthful of blue smoke was spit out.

"Ah... whenever we wanted to talk about something, people always intervened, like Japan back then, we were preparing for negotiations on the battleship Arizona, but the bomb fell like raindrops, and the negotiations were put on hold for half a century." Angers recalled.

"Yes, the Arizona has been completely destroyed. If we hadn't been running fast, we would have been either sitting in a wheelchair or already buried in the soil." Henkel also smiled, staring at the burning cigar, silent for a while, and asked, "Do you bring people here?"

"Obviously," Anger admitted.

"Then we won't have any trouble. Maybe this opera house will perform a unique show. We might as well sit in the row opposite and watch the show." Henkel walked towards the row of seats below the stage.

"You trust me very much, but I have to admit that you are really leisurely and elegant." Anger teased with a cigar in his mouth.

"Who are you? There will be no more cunning people in the world than Hibert Jean-Angers."

In the darkness, a swift shadow as wind penetrated the crowd. He came to a fallen girl, and there was a constant stream of people coming from behind. They were like Mongolian iron cavalry, and wherever the iron hooves passed, there was no grass growing, and they turned a blind eye to the girl's whine.

"Please pause for a moment, gentlemen in front of you." Zorro came to the crowd, but facing the out-of-control crowd, his thin figure seemed to be insufficient to block the tide of people coming.

Facing the person blocking the road, the person running in the front obviously had no patience, and waved his arms and wanted to squeeze him aside.

But unexpectedly, the man waved his hand and was pinned by the man. The man looked like a Tai Chi master who made a big move. He used the power to push the man aside. The power made the powerful mixed-race species unstable and fell to the ground with his butt, a little confused.

The crowd slowed down, and the young man stretched out his hand to the girl. The girl raised her head and she could vaguely see that it was a man wearing a mask, as if it were the great hero Zorro.

"Miss, be careful." Zoro helped the girl up. Before the girl came to her senses, Zoro disappeared into the darkness again. Through a beam of sunshine, the girl could only see the figure of the person's back, which was generous and reliable.

"It's better to find the principal than to spend that time helping a strange girl." Zero saw the big hero who was so stinky.

"I know, the principal should be not far away, so we will take him out of here."

Yuan Chin Nu is guilty of sin, and his actions are just to save him in disguise. He does not think he is a good person, but he does not want the beautiful girl to die under the trampling of a crazy crowd.

Just as the two were walking, the crowd at the door was in an uproar. They were surprised to find that the gate of the opera house was locked firmly, and the side doors were also locked, and they were trapped in the opera house at all.

The crowd was mutiny, anger, fear, and unknown. Various negative emotions spread over the heads of the opera house. People were knocking on the doors frantically, and some even used the Yan Ling. The light and heat generated by the Yan Ling had a significant impact on the crowd.

boom...

The thunderous roar opened in the opera house, and the locked door was shattered into countless pieces. The sudden flame caught everyone off guard. The person close to the door was also shattered by the flames shot out from the door. The smelly flesh and blood fell on the top of his head, and the person stained with blood shouted in vain.

Misty smoke floated at the door, the second floor was covered with flames, all safety passages were blocked, several cracks were broken above the head of the Opera House, and several dazzling lights were cast on the ceiling.

In the smoke at the entrance of the auditorium, several black shadows gradually emerged from the flames. They carried the Prajna mask recorded in Japanese unofficial history and carried two big swords behind them. Their height and appearance were like giant ninjas in Japan. They were wearing black clothes with a strange luster, as if they were scale armor.

Faced with the terrified crowd, these guys acted quickly, like the wailing wind in the valley, without mercy.

Wherever you pass, bloody storms splashed, and scarlet storms swept through the auditorium. Every sharp edge of the sword will take away several lives.

The mixed-race species in the auditorium opened the Yanling spirit and prepared to fight back, but found that the Yanling spirit they were proud of, the light and heat, the interference, and the extreme frost did not play any role in the face of these ghosts. Even if they were frozen, they could quickly break free and give the releaser a fatal blow.

Hearing the movement at the door, Yuan Chinnv planned to turn around, and Zero grabbed Yuan Chinnv's hand.

"The most urgent task is to find the principal!" Zero said.

"I go to find my brother. I know his character. He claims to be a righteous partner. He will not ignore these thugs. I have to help him!"

"But... forget it..." Zero originally wanted to stop Yuan Zhinu, but she knew Yuan Zhinu's determination. As long as it was about Yuan Zhisheng's question, no matter how much she stopped it, it would be useless. She raised her head and her eyes were clear, "I'll go with you!"

The crowd screamed and retreated. The people in front heard only the sound of an explosion, but they were not sure what was strange about it. However, the people in front retreated wildly. Someone looked up and saw a few round things spilling out of the darkness.

The round object fell in front of them, blood flowing out from it, the elites were pale and completely panicked.

"Retreat, retreat!" someone shouted loudly in front of him.

The scene was filled with colorful words and spirits, and the crowd was scattered.

"Everyone retreated." In the darkness, a shadow went against the wind.

"Young master, it's dangerous!"

Jiro Suzuki roared wildly, and he stomped his feet in a hurry. At this moment, Genjiso rushed to the front. Jiro Suzuki gritted his teeth, held the knife he had just obtained in his hand, and followed Genjiso's footsteps.

A Xun wind was passing through the crowd, and his black clothes were open, like a huge bat, his figure was as lively as a ghost, and his pair of hot golden eyes emitted a noble light. He held two weapons representing the supreme alchemy. Spider Cut and Boy Cut flashed a cold light in the glimmer of flames.

The man wearing the Prajna mask saw the figure and raised his sword calmly. Several black shadows appeared in a triangular shape and strangled towards Yuan Zhisheng at the same time.

Yuan Zhisheng's golden golden eyes were furious, and with a loud roar, the two swords slashed out terrifying arcs over the opera house. The swords collided, and Mars burst out. The sharpness was revealed in one move and waving into a circle.

The blades were tangent, and the sharp whistle made by metal friction shook the auditorium, like a sharp tone pulled from broken strings, and like a wooden stake hitting a copper bell.

Yuan Zhisheng faced three people at the same time.

The sword dance was filled with thunder and thunder. In just one breath, the sparks were already like hundreds of firecrackers in the air, and sparks of all sizes splashed down from their heads like stars and rain. Every time they waved their swords, they had extremely vicious intentions.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was born with the death of the Sky Emperor, thought that this was an easy contest, and the opponent should have ended up with the sword and sword, but the reality slapped him in the face.

What he did not expect was that the opponent's strength was unexpected. Yuan Zhisheng had a strong bloodline, but he could only barely tie with one person, while the two behind him had no time to take care of it.
Chapter completed!