"Don't move! Stand against the wall!" the guard warned as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind him.
When the disguised waiter saw that Zhang Heng was being held up, he quietly slipped down the stairs on the other side.
Zhang Heng remained calm. He turned to Holmes in the private room and asked, "What are the consequences of killing the prime minister's guard?"
The latter panted heavily as he replied, "It depends on the situation, but it's not going to be easy for you to stay in London."
"In that case, I'll leave it to you," Zhang Heng said and returned to the private room. He then jumped out of the window right in front of Holmes.
When the guard rushed in, Zhang Heng was nowhere to be seen, leaving Holmes lying on the ground in a daze.
Zhang Heng's Level 1 rock climbing skill allowed him to easily climb down the decoration on the outer wall of the theater. When his feet touched the ground, the disguised waiter ran out of the theater's entrance. When he saw Zhang Heng, he immediately ran in the opposite direction.
Zhang Heng chased after him.
The two of them ran across half the street. The West End was still very lively at night. The gas lamps on the roadside were all lit up. Compared to the empty East End, this was like a different country. There were still many pedestrians and carriages on the road. In the 19th century, London already had a lot of nightlife.
Restaurants, theaters, saunas, clubs, and many shops were still open even after sunset.
The guy disguised as a waiter took a detour and finally went into a barbershop.
Zhang Heng also followed, but after a few steps, he stopped vigilantly. However, it was still a little too late.
Zhang Heng heard the door lock behind him.
After that, several barbers in the barbershop who were still reading the newspaper and chatting with each other stood up from their seats and grabbed the razors on the barbershop table at the same time.
Zhang Heng did a rough count. Including the apprentices, there were about seven enemies, and the key thing was that they were all armed. This was not going to be an easy battle. So Zhang Heng prepared himself for a tough battle. He gestured for them to wait, took off his suit, stretched his wrists and ankles, and hooked his finger at a fat barber in front of him.
After that, the men in the barbershop swarmed her.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Heng turned around and ran behind him. He found the weakest kid, probably around ten or five years old, and dodged the kid's attack. He then grabbed the kid's collar, threw him over his shoulder, and smashed him into the two enemies in front of him. As soon as he did that, the enemies behind him arrived.
Zhang Heng rolled on the ground and dodged the attack. But before he could get up from the ground, another knife came slashing at his back. This group of people was ruthless. Without saying a word, they swung their knives at him. But when Zhang Heng rolled on the ground, he managed to pick up the knife that the young apprentice had dropped.
After dodging the first attack, Zhang Heng blocked the second one. At the same time, he grabbed the guy who swung the knife, causing the latter to hit the mirror on the side. He temporarily lost his ability to fight, but the price he paid was a cut on his left arm by the last person. On the other side, the two people who were temporarily blocked rushed at Zhang Heng again.
Zhang Heng had to get up and continue to fight. Taking advantage of this gap, he grabbed another knife from the dressing table. This way, he could attack with both his hands, and it would save him a lot of effort.
The battle lasted for about six minutes. In the end, four barbers and one apprentice were on the ground, and the remaining two barbers were panting. Zhang Heng, however, was a little disheveled. He had several cuts on his body, but fortunately, his face was not disfigured.
Although he had excellent stamina, he had already experienced a battle in the theater, and he had chased after them for such a long distance. He had consumed a lot of energy, and he couldn't care less about dealing with the remaining two people. He leaned on the dressing table to catch his breath.
At this tense moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Both sides were shocked. Then, Zhang Heng saw Holmes standing outside the door, gesturing to the people inside to open the door for him.
The two barbers looked at each other, but no one moved.
So Holmes shrugged and had to do it himself. He picked up his cane and smashed the glass on the door. He then reached in with his right hand and fumbled with the door latch.
One of the barbers saw that something was wrong, and he rushed over with a knife. Holmes, however, did not retract his hand. When the barber was almost in front of him, he suddenly pulled out his cane with his other hand, hooked it around the barber's neck, and slammed the barber's head against the door.
Holmes then opened the door with ease, walked in, and propped his cane on the ground. He then asked Zhang Heng and the remaining barber, "I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?"
"A little. I thought you would be on the carriage to the police station now." Zhang Heng wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Ha, you left me there and ran away on your own. Fortunately, the security guard of the theater knew me, and the deputy chief of the police station in the other box can testify for me." "That's why I'm here. By the way, if you had stayed a little longer, you would have heard my warning. The guy disguised as a waiter is a Prussian, and the Prussians in London happen to like to stick together. It's not a coincidence that you were ambushed. You should avoid places with a lot of Prussians when you're chasing after them."
Holmes then looked around and saw the Prussian barbers at his feet. "However, I have to admit that I'm quite surprised by this result. I knew you could fight, but I didn't know you could fight to this extent."
After that, he suddenly swung the cane in his hand, hitting the only barber who was still standing. The barber wanted to run away, but the blow landed on his lower abdomen, and he fell to the ground.
"You're welcome."
"Is your neck better?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Not very good. I don't know. When this is over, I will probably have to go to the clinic for a check-up." Speaking of his neck, Holmes's mood worsened. He rubbed the red spot where he had pinched his neck. "Is that guy still inside?"
"I don't think so. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fought seven of them, but eight of them."
Holmes walked to the door of the inner room, pushed it open, and saw that the window was open.
"Well, it's not like we didn't gain anything this time. At least we can answer your second question."
"Huh?"
"Aren't you curious about how Mr. M knew the secret behind the viscount's oil painting?" Holmes rubbed his chin. "After this incident, I'm more and more convinced that Mr. M isn't acting alone. Since he has people running errands for him, naturally, there will be people helping him gather information. I'm afraid we're not facing one person this time, but a criminal gang. They have a clear division of labor. Some of them are responsible for gathering information, some are responsible for scouting, and some are responsible for bribing the people around the target. Mr. M is the leader, and all he needs to do is coordinate and plan."
As Holmes spoke, he watched Zhang Heng pick up the crumpled gown on the ground. "Where are you going?"
"Back to the theater. I'm going to finish the opera." Zhang Heng shrugged and put the gown back on. "Anyway, the ticket was given to me by someone. It would be rude of me to leave halfway through the show. Oh, and …" Zhang Heng walked to the door and stopped. "You don't have to thank me for saving your life."
"I thought you had forgotten about it," Holmes said.
"It's not easy to forget someone choking you. Your face is as red as a tomato." Zhang Heng waved his hand. "I'm leaving. I'll leave things here to you. I didn't kill them. They only suffered superficial wounds."
"Well, the female lead singer is indeed beautiful. I hope you won't fall head over heels for her and affect our next move, my dear friend from the East," Holmes said with a worried look on his face.
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