Franz rushed into the North Cafeteria.

Duden stood attentively and raised his hand to salute Franz.

Fanlin waved the books in his hand and shouted loudly to Franz: "Professor Franz, we protest... The police school discipline inspection team abused lynching. If justice is not demonstrated, we reserve the power to take all measures!"

"Niu Teng, I think it's amazing to get a lawyer's certificate?" Franz glared at Fanlin fiercely: "Stand aside, or I'll go to settle the score with your mentor tonight."

Fanlin shrugged and stood there obediently.

Franz frowned and looked down at Joe, who was lying on the ground, leaning forward and forming a "big" shape.

He had just vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the blood flowed down his chest, and the clothes that were broken by Du Deng on his belly revealed a large piece of white belly. The red blood stained the white belly, and the end was very dazzling.

"Duden!" Franz turned around and looked at Duden, who was tense all over.

"Professor, I..." Du Deng's face was pale, and his eyes were as nervous as a little mouse targeted by a domestic cat.

"The confinement room, until January 1 next year!" Franz gave out a heavy breath and reached out to point hard outside the canteen door.

"I..." Duden stared at Franz in disbelief.

"Do you want a serious and thorough investigation?" Franz leaned over to Duden, lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice: "I was outside the door just now. I know everything you do, what you say and do."

Duden gritted his teeth, raised his hand to Franz again, gritted his teeth and looked at Joe who was lying on the ground, drooped his lips, then turned around and trotted out of the cafeteria.

Franz also looked down at Joe lying on the ground.

He raised his head and waved to Fanlin and other students watching the fun in other colleges, and made the move of an old lady in the rural area to drive away the flock: "When you go, go, the internal affairs of the Police Academy, you little suspicionist, come and make trouble."

"There is no so-called 'internal affairs' in front of the law!" Fanlin screamed again with a sudden scream: "Reject unspoken rules, refuse internal processing, refuse to fool people... open, transparent, fair, and rigorous!"

Many onlookers blew whistles.

Franz's thin face thrust... The students' whistles and whistles made Raz feel erect. It raised its head and made a strange howl of wolf.

"Very good, I will give you openness, transparency, justice, and rigorousness... Fanlin, you take someone and send Joe to the affiliated hospital." Franz pointed at Fanlin fiercely: "Come and carry him!"

Fanlin's face thrust, and he looked at Qiao lying on the ground like a mountain, and he suddenly wanted to cry!

Franz looked at Fanlin with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely: "This is the effort necessary to preside over justice and justice!"

Du Deng trotted all the way away from the North Canteen and ran to the confinement building of the Police Academy with a gloomy face. On the way, several old students from the Police Academy caught up with him. Du Deng trotted while muttering a few words to them.

Several old men nodded and turned into the fork.

Half a quarter of an hour later, an old student changed into a regular uniform and easily flipped through a metal fence more than ten feet high from a secluded corner of the campus. Outside the alley, a middle-aged man was already waiting here with a war horse.

The old man jumped onto the horse's back, shook the reins, and the war horse whirled, "Da Da Da Da Da" trotted out.

From the university town, head north, cross several inland rivers in the city of Heidra, and bypass several ancient castles that are quite old. Lao Sheng's riding skills are quite exquisite and his war horses are extremely majestic. He specializes in walking in deserted paths. More than an hour later, he came to the northern district of Heidra Fort, and was surrounded by a hill that stretched for several miles.

This is the Blood Kapok Hill. In February, March and April of each year, the Kapok trees that stretch for miles bloomed with red flowers like blood, and the entire hill seemed to be stained with blood.

It was already winter, and the kapok trees on the blood kapok mound had all their leaves, leaving only rugged branches stretching tenaciously into the sky.

Between the sparse branches, you can see the highest ridge of the Blood Kapok Hill, and thirteen tall monuments lined up in a row.

The old man tied the reins and saluted the thirteen monuments solemnly. He pressed his right hand on his heart and muttered a few words before he scolded him, allowing the war horse to continue moving forward. But this time, the war horse changed from running to trotting, and its speed slowed down a lot.

Deep in the Blood Kapok Hill and surrounded by ancient trees, there is an exquisite small manor.

Several men wearing hunting suits and swords around their waists led the hunting dog and leisurely circled around the small manor.

Near the main entrance and back door of the manor, there is a giant tree of three people holding together. At the crowns of the two ancient trees are the densest, about 150 feet above the ground, each with exquisite workmanship and generally used for children to play.

The tree house is inlaid with exquisite glass windows, with gauze curtains hanging inside.

A figure swayed behind the gauze curtain. Judging from the body shape, it was obvious that it could not be a child, but an adult.

The old Sheng Ceqi walked directly into the manor. He jumped off his horse and headed straight to the three-story building in the middle of the manor. A quarter of an hour later, he left the building and jumped directly onto the war horse. This time, he was not in a hurry at all, but slowly returned to the Judicial University.

In the small building, the entire third floor was opened and turned into an extremely wide hall.

The furnishings in this hall are quite as good as Qiao's bedroom and living room in Tulun Port.

A large number of luxurious decorations, such as ivory, whale bones, oil paintings, antiques, art armor, ancient weapons, as well as various birds of paradise, bird of paradise, huge deer heads, bear heads, lion head specimens, etc. A large number of good things are piled up in the hall, giving people an inexplicable sense of crowding.

In other places in the hall, tall and short cigar cabinets, wine cabinets, display cabinets, etc. fill the extra space in the hall.

Some brightly colored long skirts, silk stockings, etc. fell randomly all over the room.

There was a erosive and ambiguous perfume rouge smell remaining in the air, and there was a strange smell looming.

On a circle of wide fur sofas, several messy young men were lying lazily on it. In front of them were dozens of exotic hookahs made of precious materials, and two young men were holding hoses, sucking and spitting out fragrant and rich smoke in their mouths, slowly spraying out wisps of milky white smoke from their nostrils.

The door of the hall was slowly pushed open, and a blond young man with two legs trembling walked in staggeringly.

He exposed his upper body, and a wide bath towel wrapped around his waist. His long golden hair was wet, and there were still many water droplets on his red face and chest, which clearly had just been bathed.

"It's so deadly... this crazy girl... it's so deadly... If you come with her a few more times, I'll die." The blonde young man swayed to the sofa, and then threw himself heavily into the soft sofa.

A young man who was slung on the sofa was weak and picked up a few thin pieces of paper around him and threw it lightly to the blonde young man.

"The news that Du Deng had just sent someone... the little bastard who killed Cha Chalin has already registered at the Judicial University." The young man said slowly: "Du Deng, a fool, was cheated into the confinement room by him and will not be released until the New Year."

The blonde young man took the piece of paper and said in surprise: "Du Deng? This is a vicious dog from the School of Justice. In recent years, he has bullied many people at the School of Justice. He has never suffered any losses. He has helped us with many disobedient...the so-called 'civilian elite'!"

Shaking the paper on his hand, the blonde young man frowned: "He was locked up? He was at a loss?"

The young man slumped on the sofa said slowly: "In front of many students, he beat the little country bumpkin named Joe Rong Weitu so much that he vomited blood... There were too many witnesses, and no one could help him."

He sighed heavily, and the young man shook his head: "Du Deng has been cautious in doing business. Maybe it has been too smooth in the past few years, so he is a little rampant and a little careless, right? It's also a good thing to be sober for two months and be sober."

The blonde young man said in a deep voice: "But the New Year is locked up? Who gave the penalty? It's a little too heavy."

The young man had no choice but to spread his hands: "Beat the classmate in public... Dear, Du Deng was a rookie who was a new school student in public, instead of fighting each other... He beat the little country bumpkin to vomit blood in public, and the two months of tight closure was slightly heavy, but acceptable."

The blonde young man remained silent.

Qing said young: "This damn little country bumpkin... Lucien fell into his hands, Simon was cheated by him, and Chachalin volunteered to find him trouble, and was directly broken on the street... The crazy girl who was still happy with you just told Matthew that dead ghost to assassinate him, haha, what's the result?"

"Now Du Deng is also suffering a loss..." The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the blonde young man with a little depressed feeling: "Andrew, dear, is this little country bumpkin our nemesis?"

"Nevil?" Andrew stood up, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a light and fancy sword with many gems inlaid from a sword bucket behind the sofa.

'Hahaha'!

Andrew shouted three times, and the sword slashed hundreds of silver cold lights. The sword wind whistled out hundreds of feet, shattering the curtain behind a floor-to-ceiling window, and directly sprayed out of the room through the window.

"Nevil?" Andrew shook his head contemptuously: "A country bumpkin from Tulun Port is just lucky enough... We are the brotherhood of mutual assistance. In the entire Derren Empire, except for a few old guys, who can be our nemesis?"

He stabbed the sword into the sofa casually. Andrew grabbed a few pieces of paper on the sofa and shook it hard.
Chapter completed!