The tide that surged into the streets hit the buildings, repeatedly washed the surface of the walls, and rolled up the messy things, like a group of excited mobs trying to knock on the doors with swords.
The floor of the tavern was already covered with water, the door was shaking violently, and rainwater was still overflowing from the gaps.
Hercule was not frightened by these strange things, perhaps because he had been with Lorenzo for a long time, and all this was far from reaching his threshold.
Poirot sat on his shoulder in a panic, while Hercule held a shotgun in his hand, with a belt wrapped around his body, and looked like he was ready to kill everyone.
"Everyone, this tavern provides shelter services. You can choose to stay or leave."
Hercule said calmly.
"Refuge? Secret passage?" Oscar asked. "I heard from Lorenzo that you rats have dug countless secret passages under the old Dunling."
"The secret passage is impossible. With such heavy rain, I think they have all been washed away." Hercule shook his head. "The shelter is the safe house behind the tavern. It has just been simply protected. If no demons come to find us, we can drink in it without any worries until the next morning."
"Would you... would you like to stay?"
Rhodes held the folding knife, his voice trembling.
He looked at the people present and tried to seek their opinions.
"No, I'm Anonymous and I have a duty to fulfill."
Shao Liangxi said fearlessly, holding a folding knife and a gun in his hands. The girl who had just taken shelter from the rain with him disappeared, and was replaced by the murderous God of War.
Rhodes felt a bit of a headache, these guys seemed to be all like this. He didn't know whether to say they were dedicated to their work or something else, their private life and work were very separate.
When it is time to be crazy, he is crazier than anyone else; when it is time to die, he stands forward more than anyone else.
"Can… "
Rhodes wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, as if thousands of hands were pounding on the door, and bursts of wailing were heard in the whistling wind.
This scared him greatly. Right now, the only reliable fighting force here seemed to be Shao Liangxi. It was not that Rhodes did not trust Shao Liangxi, but in this crisis, such a small number of people seemed so fragile, like a lone boat on the raging waves, which would be swallowed up by the waves in the next second.
"Open the door! Help!"
After being alerted, several people in the room clearly heard the sound.
After looking at each other, Shao Liangxi stepped forward with the folding knife in hand, while Hercule climbed over the bar, picked up the shotgun and aimed at the door.
While Buscaro was still immersed in this crazy prologue, Oscar was drinking and having fun, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
He stood up, reeking of alcohol, and wandered around the tavern, then stood in front of a wall, reached out, and took down the decorative sword and hatchet.
"Is this thing sharpened?" Oscar asked.
He was probably really drunk. Without waiting for Hercule to respond, he muttered to himself, "Forget it, it's all the same."
Several people were fully armed. Shao Liangxi opened the door and several disheveled guys rushed in. They were covered in blood and had terrified looks on their faces.
"They are citizens... relatively stable citizens." Shao Liangxi said meaningfully.