Tulun Port Police Station, the first floor of the underground black prison.

The circular hall with a diameter of fifty feet is surrounded by prison doors, filled with the most important tribe members of the six top major families in the original seven-member committee of Tulun Port.

Among them are big names like Model Jun Wells, who once called the wind and rain in Tulun Port and were almost omnipotent.

Model's complexion is very bad.

The dry little old man never stopped Hesen from bargaining with him on the stairs of the city hall a few days ago.

His cheeks were sunken, his eye bags were swollen high under his eyelids, his messy hair was hanging on his head, his clothes were dirty, and several areas were torn out of gaps.

He stood behind a prison door, holding his arm-thick steel fence with both hands, his little head almost squeezed out of the gap in the fence, and his eyes were blazing fire at the people standing in the hall.

"You traitors, you shameless traitors, just wait for the bloody revenge from Jiasica!"

Model suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs. He shook the solid door in front of him with both hands. The blue veins raised on the back of his hands, and his fingers made the fence made of steel squeak.

"Ross, you damn female devil, our brothers can kill your grandfather, your father, your husband, and your son... Our brothers can definitely kill you!"

"And you, Haydn's, Doron's, Kaban's, you traitors, you betrayed Gassica, you betrayed the Port of Tulum, you betrayed our former covenant, you will all die... Our brothers will not let you go!"

After shaking it hard for a few times, Moder began to gasp loudly. His body hunched over, and the sound of tendons and joints rubbing constantly came from his body. The unbearable severe pain came, and Moder collapsed on the ground weakly.

Several senior officials of Wells' family hurriedly came over, carefully supported Moder, and placed him on a big rock in the cell.

The blue-white flames of the gas lamp illuminate the entire hall.

In the middle of the hall, next to a round table with a diameter of ten feet, Duke Ross was standing in the north wearing a long blood-colored skirt with a smile on his face. She swayed the folding fan with a smile, as if she didn't hear Model's crazy clamor.

Beside her are members of the four seven-member committees of Hessen, Buchel, Geiger and Victoria.

Opposite them, south of the round table, stood Dada Jun Haydn, Charon Jun Kaban, and Peter Phan Jun Doron.

They were once a member of the seven-member committee.

In the future, they will continue to be part of the seven-member committee. They, and the family behind them, can still call the wind and rain in Tulun Port, and can still enjoy the glory and wealth.

However, in the past, Model Jun Wells was their leader, and in the future, their leader became the Hessian master of the Vitu family.

A gray-haired, green-eyed, dressed neatly, wearing a large lapel, double-breasted black formal attire, tall and handsome young man stood in the east of the round table. He glanced at Model standing behind the prison door, shouting, and curled his lips slightly, and then placed a huge cowhide briefcase on the round table.

"I, Sean von Master, the third-class secretary of the Inspectorate of the Southern Special Zone of the Empire, I would like to represent the Marquis of Viglar von Singtonburg, the Marquis of Inspector General, hereby notarize the birth of the new seven-member committee of Tulum Port."

The gray-haired and green-eyed young man Sean took out a small key, opened the padlock on his briefcase, and then took out a thick stack of documents.

He handed the document to Duke Ross: "Please check it out."

Duke Ross pushed the document to Hessen: "I believe that the work of the Inspectorate is meticulous and reliable, Hessen?"

Hesen was not so polite. He grabbed the documents in front of him, squinted his eyes, and quickly flipped through them. A light golden light flashed in his eyes, and a powerful wave rippled. Dozens of gas lamps hanging on the walls of the hall, and the blue-white lights suddenly shook slightly.

A heart-pounding pressure rippled in the hall.

In the cell, the senior executives of the six major families, whether they are strong or weak, feel a terrible aura of top predators spreading wildly.

Many people were so shocked by this inexplicable pressure that their faces turned pale. They shivered and kept retreating until their backs were pressed against the hard and cold walls of the cell that they felt a little insignificant sense of security.

A little golden light flashed in Hesen's pupils. He flipped through these documents very quickly, white and straight, with dark gray Hydra article watermarks inside, and flipped rapidly under his fingers.

In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred thick documents were reviewed by Hessen.

He nodded with satisfaction: "The work of the Inspectorate Department is indeed meticulous and reliable."

He placed the documents on the round table and pushed several documents before Dada, Charon, and Peter Pan.

"Everyone is old friends, so there is no need to pretend. After signing these documents, we will be good brothers in the future. Everyone can continue to make a fortune together, drink together, and play cards together!"

Dada Jun Haydn flipped through the thick documents in front of him and sighed heavily: "Ah, it's so wonderful. So, as a tainted witness, I have exposed a series of crimes of illegal and disorderly crimes of the Wells, Turing and Cecil family?"

Model lay on the cold and damp stone slab, and he roared with all his strength: "The fools of the Haydn family should not trust you, you shameless traitors...traitors...traitors!"

"Shameless?" Dada Rong Haydn shrugged, grabbed the dipping pen, and quickly signed his name on the documents in front of him: "In the face of family interests, in the face of family survival and death, are shameless? There is no word "shameless" in my dictionary!"

Signed, and ten fingers were dipped in red ink paste, and pressed their fingerprints on each document one by one.

Then Dada untied a gold chain from his neck, and put the black stone seal hanging on the gold chain, representing the identity of the head of the Haydn family, and the thumb-sized black stone seal was dipped in red ink paste, and stamped the documents one after another.

"Hisense Hesen, please take care of me in the future. I believe that under your leadership, Tulun Port will definitely be more prosperous and prosperous!"

Dada smiled, and he walked around the round table and came to Hesen and others. He bowed solemnly to Duke Ross, then wiped his hands hard on his clothes, with his palms facing up, and his hands stretched towards Hesen.

The natives of Jiasica have a tradition of murder and revenge. When the two parties meet, they actively show their hands and palms facing upwards. This represents the greatest trust in their friends, and also shows that they do not have weapons in their hands and come with full kindness.

Hesen smiled, and he stretched out his hands, with his palms facing upwards. Then he flipped his palm and slapped Dada's palm: "From the future, everyone will be their own family. Long live the empire, long live Tulun Port!"

Dada was the first to sign the documents.

Charon and Peter Pan looked at each other. Like Dada, they signed all the documents quickly without hesitation.

Then they walked around the round table, bowed to Duke Ross, and shook hands enthusiastically with Hessen.

"Then, my mission is completed. In the name of the Inspectorate, I prove that the three priests, Dada Jun Haydn, Charon Jun Kaban, Peterphan Jun Doron, you strictly abide by the law of the empire, you are fully loyal to the empire and Her Majesty the Empress, you take the initiative to expose and report a series of crimes of violations of discipline by the Wells, the Turing family, and the Cecil family."

"You have safeguarded the imperial laws and regulations, you have protected imperial justice, you have eliminated the cancer for Tulun Port... and because of the good performance of you and all the tribesmen of your family, congratulations, you are still a member of the seven-member committee of Tulun Port."

"I hope you can work together to build Tulun Port better and make greater contributions to the empire."

Sean smiled, pointing at the documents on the round table: "Then, I will take one here in triplicate, and the Inspectorate needs an archive."

"It's a matter of course." Duke Ross laughed, "Shawn, welcome to join Tulum Port...you will find that this is a wonderful place."

Sean smiled and nodded. He carefully counted, put some of the documents on the round table into his briefcase, said goodbye to Duke Ross, and walked out of the suffocating black prison with a brisk pace.

"Very good. Next, as long as the three brothers and three tribe members come forward to testify in court, we can send Model and the others to the gallows." After Sean left, Hessen took out a cigar and distributed it to everyone present.

In addition to Duke Rose and Old Lady Victoria, the seven-member committee each started to squirt comfortably.

"Then, I'll leave first." Duke Ross briskly flicked the folding fan: "I will also take away a file of these documents. Three respected priests, I hope you can make due contributions to the empire's better rule over Kasica in the future."

Dada, Charon, Peterfan bowed to Duke Ross again.

They knew that this time the Tulun Port was in a drastic change, and the seven-person committee could still retain their position, so that they were natives of Jiasica, and their existence could better appease the natives and allow the empire to rule the natives more smoothly.

They signed those documents... and they officially stepped onto the chariot of the empire.

They could no longer help the relatives in the mountains of Jiasica to constantly attack the Imperial Army like in the past... On the contrary, they must cooperate with Duke Ross to appease the relatives in the mountains, appease them, seduce them, and finally... pacify them.

"Your Excellency Charon, don't worry, too." Duke Ross turned to Charon Jong Kaban: "Although some of your tribesmen have done stupid things, I have explained it clearly to you in the Golden Oak Church... The Kaban family is not a heretic, so you can rest assured."

"Fu Del's confession is with me... As long as the Kaban family serves the empire with all their heart, the Kaban family must not be a heretic." Duke Ross smiled "hohohohohohoho" and left the black prison surrounded by a group of female guards.

Hesen slapped the pale old man Charon with a 'sweet' face. He waved the big cigar in his hand and smiled: "Very good, you all, I need your help now."

"I hope everyone will cooperate with Lovgang... I only have a son like Qiao. If he is unhappy in Lovgang, I believe that many people will be unhappy, right?"
Chapter completed!