It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Ella smiled a little forcedly.

The black veil on the brim of the hat that was used to cover the face was partly blown away, exposing the girl's pretty face.

In an instant, the scoundrels in the alley who saw this scene became excited.

"Fuck, I've never seen such a beautiful woman! Even the most beautiful girls in the bar, I don't even like her!"

"That veil is so sexy, I'm going to have her wear it on my face as well!"

"The one next to it is not bad either."

Whistles, and some obscene and vulgar words are not noticed.

"Go away! I want to be the first."

Finally, the man in the black suit spat on the ground, he was obviously taller and stronger than the scoundrels around him.That barely respectable formal attire was a status symbol, the kind only gang thugs and bodyguards would wear in this damn place.

Others are afraid of the specific wooden stick embedded in his hand, and they are also afraid of the forces behind him.

The man smoothed his greasy hair with his hands, and took a few steps forward to block Ella.

"Miss, you look lost, I... No, I can take you out, as long as you are willing to stay with me for an hour. I can swear not to move your friend, how about it, is it a good deal?"

A man pretends to be decent, he can't be like everyone else, at least he should be a gentleman on the surface.He grinned wide, exposing teeth yellow and black from alcohol and tobacco.

The other party's bad breath hit his face, and the shreds of meat from the previous night could even be seen between his teeth.Ella's face turned black, she turned her head and said to Melanie:

"What now...can I hit him?"

"You are my bodyguard. As long as you can protect my life, I don't care about the means... It's a bit embarrassing to say, but I'm not very good at fighting, so I probably can't help you."

Ella breathed out. She suddenly missed the revolver she bought from Jack. That kind of thing was very suitable for intimidating these ruffians.But she had long left that thing on Tangerang Island.

The purpose of their trip was to collect clues. Ella didn't know where the enforcers in the Batignolles area were, nor did she know if any vampire hunters were hiding in such a place.So she doesn't want to reveal too much ability for the time being.

After the girl in front of him sighed as if giving up, a small white hand was pressed against the man's abdomen, which made his mouth dry for a while.

He was a little surprised by the initiative of the other party.

In his opinion, there should have been some trivial resistance in the next period of time, but that was no big deal, and it could even make the process more enjoyable.

But then, something even more puzzling happened to him. After a whirlwind, he found that his eyes were on the woman's high-heeled boots.He felt that he might have drank a little too much in the morning, so that he even turned his vision upside down.

It wasn't until he felt severe pain in his head that he finally understood something. It turned out that the person who was turned upside down was not the woman in front of him, but himself.

With a muffled sound, the man's head smashed through the wooden box and the sundry shed, and hit the hard stone ground.He rolled his eyes and passed out.

Ella dusted her hands. After reshaping her body, her physical strength has not been significantly improved, at least still not as good as Ling.But in fact, this "less obvious" improvement is based on Ling as the reference object.

So - Ling Mephisto.

The magic that the Mephisto family is good at is mainly based on physical strengthening. It is no exaggeration to say that Fred Mephisto can easily hold down a large out-of-control carriage with one hand.Although Ling can't reach that level, his strength is three times more than that of an ordinary adult.

Therefore, this increase is indeed "not obvious" when facing Ling.

The instant he started, Ella's silent floating spell reduced the man's weight by half.Then, with both hands, she lifted the opponent upside down, and threw it into the pile of debris like a javelin!

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Chapter 47 Follow the rules

There was a deathly silence in the narrow alley.

The eyes of the homeless and the hooligans protruded, and the scene in front of them was so absurd that everyone forgot what they originally wanted to do.

They saw a rather slender woman lift a gangster who was over six feet tall upside down and throw it out!

In this silence, a certain thin young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This usually insignificant voice was especially loud in the special environment.

The young man was frightened by himself and hurriedly covered his mouth.Fortunately, no one noticed him.

"Did I drink too much?"

The old man who had a nasty posture before rubbed his eyes, completely ignoring what his hand had just touched.

"That woman beat the Belleville party!"

someone screamed.

"She's in big trouble."

Ayla didn't care about those who stayed in place, when she picked up the nail-headed wooden stick from the ground, silently chanted a few spells that degraded the effect, and twisted it into two pieces with her bare hands.The crowd dispersed.

Ella sighed, and threw the two sticks on the ground.

She could feel that those people just hid in the house and other corners, and their gazes were still piercing her body like needles.This put her in a bad mood.

"So you are so powerful!"

Melanie sighed in surprise:

"I originally thought that you would use the door to take me away temporarily. I think that as long as we can continue to cooperate smoothly, you can easily become the executor of the outside editor."

"Yeah, that sounds really good."

The two walked into the depths of the alley, and this time, no one stopped them.The rear barrier was also quietly removed.

After entering Batignolles' living area, the oppressive atmosphere disappeared.In the crowded streets, most of them are ordinary people living a difficult life.

Residential houses, grocery stores, casinos, bars, slaughterhouses and open houses behind street girls can be seen everywhere. They huddle together, competing for thin air and every inch of soil in a small space.

This kind of ecology reminded Ella of the trees and vegetation in the forest of Tangerang Island.

The dirty blood flowing out of the slaughterhouse, the domestic sewage produced by the bar and the vomit of the drinkers overflowed the mud and brick powder, but the female workers squatting near the street drains did not care about it. They just squatted in the sewage, from In the upper reaches of the canal, we pick up the unsatisfactory canal water slurry to wash clothes.

"Most of the people living here are just poor ordinary people. What happened just now...it should just be our bad luck."

"We seem to have offended a gang, and it looks like things are going to get a little bit troublesome."

Ella frowned.

And Melanie smiled quite meaningfully.

"No, it's not too bad, it's even just right. If those two hunters are hiding in Batignolles, what do you think is the best way for them to get blood through some way?"

Ella thought for a moment, then blurted out.

"Gangster."

"Take control of a gang."

She seems to have made a good move by accident, and this is indeed a good opportunity to contact the local gangsters.

Ms. Detective, the code name Melanie is not entirely groundless.The experience and intuition she showed when investigating the incident may be of great help to this operation.

"What should we do next, go back to find the man just now? I think he hasn't woken up yet."

Ella reminded.

Melanie smiled confidently, she seemed to have some confidence in the future.

"There is no need for this. That guy is nothing more than a thug at most. Let's find a place to live and wait for them to find it by themselves. The only question is, how many people are you sure to deal with?"

"As long as those two hunters don't appear at the same time, I'm sure I'll take you away safely."

Ella replied.

Melanie's eyes lit up and she beamed.

"Very well, your power is far beyond my imagination. In this way, my next plan will be smoother."

With that said, they came to a bar with a prominent location.

There was no store name on the bar's sign, only a half-naked woman in a coquettish posture.The shape of this building is a little crooked, like a child's poor model built with playing cards, making it difficult to understand why it can stand firmly on the ground.

The moment the door of the bar was pushed open, an indescribable strange smell gushed out from the crack of the door.If you have to say it, it is the smell left by dozens or even hundreds of people who have been drinking heavily for a long time and vomited.The unique smell of stomach acid and alcohol, mixed with the smell of sweat or other body fluids, seeped into the ground and the cracks in the wall.

Men gathered in groups of three or four near the simple round table, stepping on the wine box, pouring low-quality alcohol into their own or others' mouths.

The dancers, dressed in revealing dresses and only wearing short skirts and corsets, twisted their limbs crazily on the stage, seducing the desires of the drinkers with sexy and fiery dance moves.Many people put checks and even money into the box, and the one who bids the highest can have the dancing lady for a whole night.

They are even richer than those in Paris. Obviously, these people do not live in Batignolles because of poverty.

The same scantily clad waitresses delivered the trays to different wine tables, and from time to time some drunks stretched out their big hands to their buttocks or other sensitive parts, causing screams and laughter from other drinkers.

The moment the two young women walked into the bar, the drunks cast their eyes on them, and the bar suddenly boiled.

"Knox, is this your new lady?"

The bar owner known as Knox sat with his legs crossed behind the counter, with two dark-skinned bartenders standing on either side of him.

He glanced up and looked at it for a few seconds.

"No."

At this moment, a man who had just won the arm wrestling came up to the woman in black veil with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

Ella's complexion became very ugly. From entering this place, every time she was troubled, she was herself.

Does she look like a bully?

Before the man's big rough hand touched her body, Ella snatched the wine bottle from him, swung it round and smashed it on the man's forehead.

Her decision to appear vicious on purpose, which is completely different from her previous image at school, can distort Melanie's judgment and make her turn in a report in her favour.

When the opponent was lying on the ground and struggling to get up, she made up for it with just the right kick.

There were laughter and applause in the bar.

Without being stopped again, Ayla put Melanie behind her and walked straight to Boss Knox.

Knox nodded and slid a reasonably clean glass over.

"My rule is that customers can't do anything in the store. It's your first time here, so forget it."

Ella sneered,

"Then what happened to the person just now, didn't he break your rules?"

Knox didn't care about Ella's hostility, but smiled.

"My rules only apply to guests, so just barely counted within the scope of the rules...at least until you put him down."