The system is the king of the counterattack master

Many theories believe that this world is relative. Without relative, there is absolutely no existence. If there is long, then there will be short; if there is tall, then there will be short;

Crazy Rocket is synonymous with crazy, at least the people in Crazy Rocket think so. When Han Xiaodong walked into this semi-basement club, he immediately had a very strong resistance to it.

Although the weather in late summer and early autumn is not as long as it is in summer, the sky is still bright at four or five o'clock, but in Crazy Rocket, it seems that there is only darkness and no light.

Rather than calling this semi-underground space a club, it would be more appropriate to call it a dark bar. The black walls are sprayed with graffiti of various shapes, which is weird and decadent.

The ceiling of the whole space is not high, but the ceiling is still sprayed with a dark color. If there are not a few dim lights hanging, it is easy to make people think that the ceiling is so high that it is impossible to see the end.

The room is decorated with skeletons, witches, ghosts, robots and other mixed-and-match ornaments. It looks nondescript, but at least the scary purpose is achieved.

The basement was smoky, and all kinds of people in strange clothes were doing their own things. Han Xiaodong, who was wearing a school uniform, was undoubtedly an oddity among the oddities.

The area of ​​this club is actually very large. Although I don't know what the semi-basement was used for, at least now, it is definitely the most corrupt and decadent place Han Xiaodong has ever seen.

Crazy Rocket, I didn't see the madness, but it looks like a garbage dump, full of all kinds of people who are full of hostility to this world.

It may be because the design of this semi-underground structure itself is irregular, or it may be that the person who opened the club did it deliberately. The layout of this club is extremely complicated, and it is absolutely impossible to see it completely at a glance.

The entire club was divided into several areas by various painted messy walls, cabinets and furniture filled with weird accessories.When Han Xiaodong entered the door, he saw two billiard tables and a few small round tables for drinking. Some ruffians were playing billiards.

Seeing Han Xiaodong coming in, they just took a glance, didn't pay attention, and continued to play their balls.

Han Xiaodong was looking for someone, and after seeing a familiar face, he continued to walk inside.

Around a wall, there is a huge bar in the unfolded space, with a long bar counter, a huge wine cabinet, and more than two dozen weirdly shaped four-person tables to fill the space.

Between the bar counter and the wine table, there is a stage. The stage is not big, and there are a few straight steel pipes standing upright. You can tell what it is used for at a glance.

It may be that the time is not up, there is only one bartender in the whole bar wiping the glasses on the bar counter.

Seeing Han Xiaodong coming in, the bartender was stunned for a moment, and asked very vigilantly, "Who are you looking for?"

Although he was also wearing a white shirt and a black vest, with a shiny back, the bartender's tone of voice was not polite at all, on the contrary, there was a hint of unfriendliness.

"I'm looking for Thirteenth Young Master, where are they?" Since someone was willing to talk to him, Han Xiaodong saved himself the effort of looking for it and asked directly.

"Who are you?" The bartender spoke very hard, as if anyone looking for Young Master Thirteen was his enemy.

"You need to know where they are, pass me a message, my name is Han Xiaodong, I want to find Lin Hui for something." Han Xiaodong reported his family name, and he believed that if he heard this name, Thirteenth Young Master would definitely show up.

"What do I care about you? Get out, there is no Thirteenth Young Master here!" The bartender had a serious temper, and when Han Xiaodong reported his name, he not only refused to pass on the message, but started to chase people away.

Seeing that he didn't want to be found, Han Xiaodong had no choice but to go straight in, cross the bar and reached out to push the thick door at the end of the room. Unexpectedly, the bartender would rush in when he saw Han Xiaodong, and walked out from behind the bar. After a few steps, he caught up with Han Xiaodong and grabbed his shoulder:

"I tell you to get out! You are deaf!"

Han Xiaodong felt that someone was grabbing his shoulder, and without turning his head, he stretched out his hand to hold the hand on his shoulder, pressed it down, and at the same time gently twisted it to his side.

A wailing was heard behind him:
"Fuck! Let go! You are looking for death! Let go quickly, or I will let you go out sideways today."

Although the anti-joint was restrained, the bartender did not show weakness at all, and was still threatening Han Xiaodong.

"Click"

A crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, there was a piercing wail that resounded through the entire bar.

"Is Thirteenth Young Master in there?" Han Xiaodong turned around at this moment, let go of the bartender's severed hand, and asked expressionlessly.

The bartender originally thought that Han Xiaodong was a poor student, but he didn't expect to be so shady, he broke his hand at the slightest disagreement, and beads of sweat appeared on his painful forehead.

At this time, a few billiard players outside heard the sound and rushed in. Seeing the bartender's broken hand clattering, they immediately understood that it was someone who had smashed the court, and immediately surrounded him.

Han Xiaodong has experienced the viciousness of the Thirteenth Young Master, and knows that people in this kind of place are bullying and fearful of the hard-boiled. Keeping hands with them is tantamount to harming himself. Four consecutive kicks, kicking all four people who broke in to the ground.Seeing how ruthless he was, the rest of the people turned around and ran out.

Han Xiaodong didn't bother chasing them, he kicked the bartender over again, stepped on his neck with his toe and asked:

"What about Thirteenth Young Master? If you don't tell me, I will make you speechless again."

After speaking, I used a little more strength on my feet.

Only then did the bartender realize that he was afraid, and pointed at the door that Han Xiaodong was about to open just now and said tremblingly:

"Inside, the innermost private room!"

Only then did Han Xiaodong let him go, turned around and opened the door to enter.

Behind the door is a corridor more than three meters wide. On the left hand side of the corridor are private rooms. The private rooms are separated by thick doors. It is impossible to see whether there is anyone inside. However, no matter how good the sound insulation of this door is, it is a door after all.

Walking along the door, you can still hear all kinds of crying and howling sounds from different private rooms, some are singing, some are drinking, some are cursing, and some are indescribably gasping.

Han Xiaodong was not in the mood to care what the people in these rooms were doing, walked all the way to the innermost part, and pushed open the thick door.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned. This private room was very large, and there were about a dozen men and women sitting in it. He had a vague impression of a few faces, but most of them he couldn't remember at all. They sat facing the door. It was Lin Hui who caught it.

Seeing someone barge in, everyone in the room was stunned, and some even yelled: "Who the hell are you?!"

In fact, Han Xiaodong also blushed a lot, because half of the men in this room were shirtless, and those women wore the most clothes, which only covered their private parts, and two of them were completely uncovered up.

But Lin Hui recognized Han Xiaodong at first glance, and sneered in disbelief: "Yo, isn't this the Rider?"