Qiao squirted wildly about the ugly and dirty slang of Tulun Port, and walked out of the branch office building in anger.

He was disgusted.

He originally thought that Younger was a good person, and he even wanted to give Younger some benefits.

What's the result?

He was disgusted!

Being inexplicably forced to come to the Imperial Capital Judicial University to do the so-called transfer students to further study, this made Qiao extremely uncomfortable.

Once he arrived at the imperial capital, what was welcomed was not fine wine and food, but four hot lead bullets!

Matthew, who had no grudges and no grudges, welcomed him with four heavy enthusiasm!

Yang Kerr knew that there was someone behind Matthew, but he didn't let Belfin and others go like a group of crazy old dogs, and rushed to him and bit him hysterically and unreasonably!

Matthew is a top student!

Matthew is a good boy!

Matthew has a bright future!

So Matthew shot and killed someone, and he must have been wronged?

Yang Kerr lets Belfin swear at him and lets a few hypocritical university teachers swear swearing at him, but he doesn't even have any dissuasion or even a sense of justice!

"Is this the imperial capital?" Qiao turned around and looked at the office building of the branch.

A large group of policemen rushed out of the main entrance of the building. Some people pointed at Qiao and his group in anger, while some were worriedly watching the building where a main load-bearing pillar was broken, the exterior walls were cracked, and roof tiles kept falling.

"This is the imperial capital." Marcos stood behind Joe and said in a muffled voice: "After I retired, I came to the imperial capital for a while... it was very difficult, so I took my brothers to Ruhr City."

"In the imperial capital, you can feel that there are invisible large nets after invisible. Even if you are a great hero, you can't get enough here sometimes..." Marcos sighed: "I brought so many good men and almost starved to death here. Who can believe it?"

"Ha!" Joe laughed and patted Marcos' arm: "Marcos, you are a good person..."

Before he could finish the word "good man", Qiao felt countless gazes falling on him. He subconsciously looked back, then he widened his eyes in horror and took two steps back inexplicably.

The Imperial Capital South Station Branch of the Imperial Capital Police Station is located in the northwest corner of the square in front of the Imperial Capital South Station.

At this moment, in the square in front of the branch, at least seven or eight thousand strangely dressed men, women, and young people gathered in densely.

These people... cannot be said to be ugly, but they do give people a strange look inexplicably. They always feel like they are like some mutated vines, crooked and a sense of awkwardness all over their bodies.

Their clothes...

Some men's clothes look like women's long skirts.

Some women's clothes look like men's trousers.

Some people have naked upper body.

Some people have their lower bodies exposed.

Some people have colorful ropes wrapped around them.

Some people are covered with jewelry that is scattered with the wind.

Qiao roughly judged that there are seven or eight thousand people here?

But in fact, Qiao's estimate is definitely wrong, because among these people, many women, whether young women, middle-aged women with a little age, or white-haired old ladies, were carrying and holding them, and hanging them with young children ranging in age from several months to two or three years old.

Qiao noticed that there were several burly middle-aged women, holding at least five or six children on their backs!

What an amazing ‘superpower’!

So there are so many crowds of people. You can say that they have seven or eight thousand people, but including those children, they may have ten thousand people or twenty thousand people?

Who knows!!!

They either sat or stood or squatted in the square, like a group of old pikes waiting for food, gathering quietly in front of the office building of the branch.

Seeing Qiao and his group coming out, the people slowly stood up, step by step, and gradually appeared on their faces with strange and naughty smiles. Step by step, like walking corpses, surrounded Qiao and his group.

The guards of the Vitu family and the soldiers of the Blood Axe Team quickly lined up behind Joe and on both sides.

Flintlock rifles were lifted up, and the heavy swords and light battle swords flashed with cold light. Several heavy shield warriors raised heavy metal shields and then smashed the shields to the ground, making a dull loud noise.

An intermediate leader of the Blood Axe Team stepped forward two steps, holding a serrated short knife in each hand, and shouted loudly: "Stop! Who are you?"

"Pottus!" Mr. Si Gengsi murmured to Qiao: "Young Master, we are in trouble."

"Potto stuffed people!" Qiao widened his eyes.

Joe has heard of the Portuser people from many folk tales and folklores. He even cursed Longineus in St. Heard's Cathedral, saying that his mother was a Portuser woman!

But to be honest, this is the first time in Qiao's life that he had such a close contact with Potto Serb.

This is not just one or two, but thousands of people and tens of thousands of Pottos!

The Potsai people who surrounded them from three sides stopped. They were like a group of timid grassland hyenas, staring at the exquisite weapons in the hands of Qiao's subordinates with cowardly, panic, but extremely greedy eyes.

Behind Qiao and his party, the policemen from the branch looked here gloatingly, and then most of the police disappeared quietly, leaving only a small team of more than a dozen mount policemen leaning on their mounts and looking at this side with a smile.

A middle-aged man with a vulgar skin and a cheap bronze crown with simple workmanship was wearing a noble robe that he probably picked out from a garbage dump and could barely see after sewing and repairing. The middle-aged man with a vulgar appearance and greasy temperament slowly walked out of the crowd.

The middle-aged man tried his best to show off his noble style, but whether it was the bronze crown on his head, the patched aristocratic robe on his body, or the pair of high-top boots under his feet with two holes, they were really nothing to do with the nobles.

On the contrary, because of his vulgar appearance and greasy temperament, the middle-aged man made people laugh inexplicably.

"I am the king of the great Lion Tail Tribe, my name is Stuart IX... You can call me, the wise His Majesty Stuart IX." The middle-aged man walked to a place only twenty feet away from Joe and raised his chin arrogantly.

Qiao didn't say anything, he looked around.

Lan Mujin didn't move at all. Mr. Si Gengsi coughed lightly, patted Baku, who was squatting above his head, and walked out slowly with his thin cane.

Mr. Sturts bowed a little to Stuart IX: "Then, respected Mr. Stuart IX..."

"Call our country's king." Stuart IX interrupted Mr. Sigrens and emphasized his identity.

Mr. Si Gengsi nodded helplessly: "So, Your Majesty the King, why did you take your subjects to block our way?"

Stuart IX sighed deeply. He stared at Mr. Si Gengs as if majestic for a while, then nodded: "We are here to seek justice!"

"Just?" Mr. Si Gengsi widened his eyes: "We seem to have no friendship, or do we have any connection?"

Stuart IX waved behind him.

A group of men in ragged clothes, with deer-headed and mouse-eyed eyes, who were obviously not good at first sight, squeezed out of the crowd, and came behind Stuart IX and placed the burlap roll on their backs on the ground.

The men opened the burlap and more than a dozen cold children's bodies appeared in front of Joe.

Mr. Sigensi took a sudden step back, and he cursed loudly, "What the hell is this?"

Stuart IX squeezed his eyes hard, trying hard to squeeze out a few tears, but his efforts were obviously futile.

So he raised his right hand and wiped his fingers hard on his eyelids.

A faint smell of ginger floated out of the air, Stuart IX's eyes quickly turned red, and then two lines of tears rolled down. He pursed his lips and looked like he was holding back his grief. After taking a few steps back, he pointed his hand at the corpse of the child lined up in the lines.

"Did you forget it now? Have you forgotten it now?"

"This morning, just this morning, about three hours ago, these originally lively and cute children just wanted to beg for some copper coins to buy bread from all the rich masters!"

"You brutally beat them, you so many burly and powerful adults, shamelessly, brutally beat them!"

"After they returned, they vomited blood, were bedridden, and then... they died!"

Stuart IX looked up at the sky with grief and anger, and then cried out loud: "Mutestes, why are there such tragedies in the world? Why are there such cruel and ruthless people?"

"My child..."

Hundreds of vicious old women rushed out of the crowd. They knelt on the ground at the same time, kowtowed to Qiao and his party and cried: "Our children...our little grandson...you died so miserably!"

Qiao's mind was blank. He looked at these people blankly, not knowing what to do.

Even in Tulum Port, Joe never encountered such a thing when he was fighting with the dandy led by the Wells family on the street.

Although the dandy members of the Wells family are Joe's opponents, Joe must admit that at least they are real men. Like Joe, they advocate solving problems with force.

A group of old ladies who look dying in their twilight years and may fall to the ground and die at any time rushed up and cried and kowtowed. What is this?

What is this?

"Joe, these children are not the ones who surround us in the morning for money." Lan Mujin whispered: "And, these children have been dead for at least three days... Some of them were violently beaten to death, but some of them were obviously dying of illness!"

Lan Mujin's eyes were extremely sharp, and he could see the truth about these dozen dead children at a glance.

Stuart IX walked to Mr. Sigens with a smile. He lowered his voice and said softly: "Things are easy to solve... How about a hundred thousand goldmarks?"

Mr. Si Gengsi said slowly: "So, are you blackmailing us?"

Stuttgart IX smiled slightly, he lowered his head and spitted on Mr. Sgens' boots with thick phlegm.
Chapter completed!