Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 596 Weapon of the Weak (Part I)

Chapter 596 Weapon of the Weak (Part I)

Constance.

Ashida.

Thales walked on the dirty road of the underground street expressionlessly, thinking over and over again about the Qi magician he knew.

Whether it's the ruthless villain on Red Square Street, the elegant and knowledgeable magician in the chess room, or the inhuman monster in the city of Longxiao.

No, it's more than that.

Thales' thoughts returned to the prison of bones, to the secrets buried in darkness.

The front of the clean world, the alliance of the three plagues, the twin emperors, Flelan.

Ashida Sucken, what did you do?

And your so-called moderates, you and your companions, what kind of role did you play in the Scarlet Year?

If what Morris said is true, then eighteen years ago, when you cooperated with the ancestor, you murdered Constance and a member of the Royal Star, right?

I was born in the star royal family, what does it mean to you?

When Thales' mind moved, he suddenly remembered what Ashida had said to him:

[What I am looking forward to, Thales, is not your ultimate success. ?

[But you are sandwiched between the magician and the human, between the disaster and the world, between your own essence and the eyes of others, between the inescapable future and the inescapable past...]

[Finally torn apart by contradictions, destroyed by conflicts, swallowed by regret... The day when we finally compromised. ?

Thinking of this, Thales subconsciously squeezed his fist and squeezed the cut in his palm.

"Ah, so again."

Cohen stared scorchingly at Thales' back.

Glover next to him was staring at Morris warily, frowned upon hearing this:

"What's this?"

Cohen pointed to Thales, who was expressionless, just pacing quietly.

"His Royal Highness looks like this, I have seen it in Northland, in Exeter."

He put the palm of his hand to his mouth, his face was mysterious, and he lowered his voice:

"It was in the dim corner of the altar, after he and a Haoyue female sacrifice, they were alone for more than ten minutes..."

Haoyue's female sacrifice?

Alone?

Ten minutes?

Glover was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Thales' back.

"He was like that back then."

I saw Cohen's gaze turning, revealing the unique sagacity and wisdom of the Wang Family Security Officer:

"After talking to the priestess and returning from a chat, I became disheartened, vain, languished, with a senseless eyes, as if all my energy had been exhausted to the bottom..."

Glover's eyes changed slightly.

"But your Highness recovered very quickly," Cohen showed his nostalgia for the past:

"After a few minutes, he became alive and kicking again, and went to find the little girl in Longxiao City full of energy, and soon planned to do a big job..."

The next second, the zombie turned his head and stared at Cohen!

His eyes are like a knife, full of killing intent.

Cohen's words could not help but choke in his mouth.

"Try it, and make another joke of your Highness..."

Glover snorted in warning, stepped up, passed Cohen, and rushed to Thales's side.

"what happened?"

Cohen caught up with him, aggrieved:

"What I said is true, I'm not kidding... Well, even if it's false, you can't be so angry..."

Thales was still immersed in complex thoughts, unknowingly turning around another familiar street corner.

Rugged dirt roads, moss-covered corners, sloppy signs...

Everything is so familiar.

Just like when I was young, I walked this street countless times.

The only difference...

Only himself.

Take steps, raise legs, drop boots.

Thales repeats the rhythm mechanically and numbly, but feels that his ankle is hooked by chains, and every step is full of weight.

There are noisy voices in front,

Thales raised his head faintly, and what appeared not far away was a shop with a magnificent facade and incompatible with the surroundings.

There were a lot of people around the shop, gathering their heads in twos and threes, or thumping their chests and sighing, or dancing and laughing ecstatically.

Thales stopped and glanced at the luxurious sign above the storefront, knowing it well.

Black gold casino.

When I was young, this was one of the places where the eyesight of beggars was the most tested: gamblers who won money were naturally generous and scattered their wealth, and gamblers who lost money were grumpy and sometimes even begging people who held their clothes. Add fists and feet.

"Don't worry, man," under a small shed outside the casino, a thin, well-dressed man was constantly comforting another man with shabby clothes and a gloomy face:

"Occasionally, you have bad luck. Think about it. How many times have you won before? Do you know that what you need is actually a chance to make money back. Only once, maybe only ten silver coins. hundred……"

Cohen, who was behind Thales, saw this scene, and his expression was serious:

"Damn it."

Glover also understood what happened, and he snorted coldly.

"I know, brother, I used to be the same as you, but look at how good I am now, do you know why?"

The thin man under the shed handed his wine bottle to the man, and patted his shoulder regretfully:

"Drink slowly, don't choke... I assure you, with a radius of ten streets, the interest on this loan is the least, and it's the casino's peripheral business... Recently there are discounts. If the first one loses, lose They don’t count interest on the part that is lost, starting from the second...their exchange rate is also the best, you know a while ago, did Midil exchange for Mindis and it would even cost ninety to one, haha, praise Xianjun ! And the exchange price here is absolutely fair, I relied on this to make a copy in the first place..."

The desperate-looking man took a few sips of wine, and then listened to the thin man's words, and his heart reappeared.

Thales watched this familiar scene and sighed silently.

But when he was about to look back for Morris, a black shadow flashed behind him!

I saw Cohen stepped forward with a gloomy look, and Glover didn't even have time to hold him.

"Yes, as long as you want, they will immediately release the money! Look at this heavy money bag... Whoops, don't worry, how much money they have lent out, it is more than you, and less than your money? At most let you repay in installments...Yes, yes, right here, sign a name...I don’t know how to read? Okay, then press your handprint and mortgage some small things, no no no, just a proof, not Robbery...what, the house is rented? Well, do you have a daughter? You know, sooner or later, she will marry and give birth to someone else..."

The thin man happily pulled the man to the small table under the shed, and the settler behind the table lifted a purse from underneath, and then lazily drew out a contract and asked the man to press his fingerprint.

"Then do you have a wife...No, no, no, in case it's unlucky, the gold master is also very easy to talk about, as long as you come to do odd jobs, you can exchange work for debt... You know that brothers, women have private money, and They would rather buy earrings for themselves than give them to you. Let the head of the family take care of business and make a lot of money. There is no way. They are short-sighted... Sometimes you have to squeeze them to remove their small vaults. Noko squeezed it out, like milking..."

The man looked at the money bag on the table and swallowed, while the thin man beside him worked harder:

"Furthermore, you may not lose, think about it, the head of the family made a lot of money, and he returned home with a good spirit, stuffed the new dress and new gift into the hands of the mother-in-law and daughter, and then put the heavy money bag on the dining table. Last hit, hey, see who the **** would dare to show you..."

The man wiped a handful of inkpad, but hesitated when he was about to press the contract.

The thin man glanced at the setter, the former sighed, and pulled the man back:

"Forget it, brother, since you are so hesitant, then there is no need to force yourself... Don't worry, they lend money on a voluntary basis and will not force you. Come on, have a drink, and we will help you think of an excuse: The wages of the goods are gone, I hope I can fool your wife..."

But the man shook his whole body, and subconsciously pulled the thin man with a nonchalant face, his eyes revealed pleading.

"I...I..." The man looked at the little contract with difficulty.

At this moment.

"Hey! The one in front, stop!"

The police officer’s loud voice rang loudly, attracting the attention of people in front of the casino.

"Don't sign, don't press fingerprints!"

Cohen squeezed through the crowd angrily, pushed the thin man away, and pulled the impoverished man to his side:

"Do you miss your family and die? Or sell your children and your wife?"

"Or are they forced to do illegal work of trafficking and smuggling? Put them in jail?"

The man was surprised and looked at the big man in front of him unclearly.

Outside the crowd, Glover frowned and said to Thales: "His Royal Highness, he is like this..."

But Thales just raised a hand and shook his head:

"As a security officer, he is most suitable to come forward."

In the crowd, the disturbed thin man became angry from shame:

"Where the **** is the unlucky guy, put him..."

But the settler behind him pulled the thin man and whispered a few words to him.

The skinny face changed.

He looked at Cohen with an angry face and suddenly smiled.

"Oh oh, it turns out to be silly... Mr. Police Officer," the thin man rubbed his hands and motioned for several accomplices in the crowd to leave. He came to Cohen himself:

"What's the matter, we need to check our qualifications again? This is a black gold casino with a long history. It is licensed. One hundred years ago, Xianjun issued it-do you want to go in and see?"

The accident that happened here was not small, attracting gamblers and passersby around, and surrounded Cohen and the men, all of them looking bad and showing hostility.

Thales heard that in the surrounding crowd, someone whispered painfully "dead green skin".

The man who almost pressed his handprint looked pale at such a big battle.

But when Cohen faced so many people, he just snorted. He confronted the thin man and blocked the man behind him:

"Yes, the license that you did not know when to bully and lure..."

"Yo yo yo, the casino operates diligently, with serious declarations every year, and full taxation." The thin man was even more confident seeing so many people watching.

"As for coercion and temptation, your colleagues often come to inspect, why don't you ask them? If there is no evidence, just--"

Cohen suddenly shouted, interrupting him:

"But illegal loan sharks are not!"

While talking, Cohen pushed the thin man away and snatched into the shed, only to find that the contract on the table had long since disappeared.

"Illegal loan shark?" The thin man smiled slyly and said to the crowd:

"Do you have evidence?"

The people around made scattered laughter and booing.

The security officer's face tightened, and he glanced up at the crowd, only to find that there was no figure of the settler.

He turned around and asked the hapless man:

"Tell me, how much interest do they charge for lending you money?"

The man was obviously terrified and trembled:

"I……"

"Hey, hey, I'm friends with him! Silly Qingpi, oh, I'm sorry—Mr. Police Officer," the thin man deliberately shouted scornfully and hummed coldly with his arms folded:

"Why, friends help each other to buy wine, do you have to report to the Security Department for tax?"

Cohen turned his head back sharply, his eyes angry.

The crowd around him was startled, and scattered a small clearing.

"I know, your old routine is gone!"

Cohen gritted his teeth to the thin man, then turned his head, and bitterly scolded the man who was going to put his fingerprints on:

"A certain guy is neatly dressed and elegant. He looks at a serious person like you with a meager income and a frown. He swears to persuade you to come to the casino to try it out. You won several times at the beginning, so you can’t help it every day. Come on, until today you suddenly lost your principal—you probably want to buy some jewelry for your wife and earn a dowry for your daughter, right? I can tell you, I came to the wrong place, idiot!"

The man was ashamed of him and bowed his head.

"And you!"

Cohen raised his hand and pointed forward, staring at the thin man, his imposing manner not losing to the surrounding crowd:

"Scumbags, first give the'fat sheep' a little bit of sweetness and lure him to the bait. After a few days, when they lose all, you scumbags will wait outside to'touch the sheep' and sell your usury."

"And even if he borrows the money, of course he will lose it all again. Once he can't repay the money, you won't be so good-hearted, come to ask for debts, threaten to persecute, and even ask for wives and daughters... People in the Brotherhood who specialize in collecting black accounts...until his family is ruined, let you kill them!"

Cohen was furious:

"You understand, idiot? And you, thin, you can't run away today. Come with me to the West City Security Hall and see if I can **** you out!"

Cohen grabbed the man's hand and walked towards the thin man.

The helpless man shivered, looking at Cohn and then at the gloomy thin man, at a loss.

But the thin man took a step back and sneered.

"Tell me, Mr. Officer," the thin man tweeted:

"Since you are here to patrol and enforce the law, what about your Security Department badge? Don't you show us it?"

Cohen grunted:

"An old trick again? Want to steal my police badge?"

But when he touched his waist, he was taken aback.

The police officer vomited:

"I, I, that, police badge..."

Cohen put his hand back in place, his expression a little awful.

"How dare," the thin man spread his hands nonchalantly:

"No one knows in Xiacheng, stealing your things is looking for death, and the thieves you sent in are almost filling the prison..."

"So, where's your Security Department badge?"

The crowd began to booze gradually, urging Cohen.

But Cohen still looked ugly.

Damn it.

Seeing Cohen's reaction, Thales sighed.

He suddenly knew why Cohen was wearing a hood to hide his identity when he went out.

He also knew why the stupid man's words were inconsistent: first he said that he was here to inspect the area, and then that he had taken leave, and he was hesitant about going to Xiacheng.

This guy……

"Ah, I get it."

The thin man pretended to suddenly realize, and took a step forward:

"Last time in Hongfang Street, you were at the Laiya Club. You were jealous for the top girl to compete with others, and injured several noble children, right?"

Cohen stopped talking.

Laiya Club, the top girl.

A few words caught Glover's attention, and he frowned and looked at Cohen.

"That's why you were suspended by the Security Department, the badge was confiscated, and you went back to'reflection'," the skinny man at the Black Gold Casino arrogantly walked to Cohen:

"You now have no, no, no, no, law, and power."

The thin man poked the police officer's chest all at once, very proud.

Someone blew the whistle, and the crowd suddenly roared louder, and there was no lack of mockery, ridicule and even abuse.

Cohen's expression was stiff:

"you--"

"How did I know?"

The thin man took his words, bowed forward, and adjusted his accent:

"Hey, idiot Qingpi, of course, you have, people, sue, complain, me, yeah!"

Cohen's expression changed, he subconsciously grabbed the thin man by the collar!

"Why? I'm so angry that I want to hit someone?"

The thin man was not afraid, letting him grab the collar.

He even raised his hands defiantly, yin and yang weird:

"Everyone testifies to me! The corrupt police officer beat up the good people for no reason!"

Cohn suddenly stagnated.

Several nurseries drove the crowd to surround the center, and the verbal abuse became louder and louder.

The crowd squeezed Cohn, and he had to let go of the man, who saw that the opportunity was bad and took time to slip out of the crowd.

In the confusion, the thin man sneered loudly:

"I know, you are that stupid police officer who can fight very well. A few months ago, a brother met you in the sunset bar, but he still couldn't get up when he lay on the bed... Hey, but we are law-abiding citizens. , Don’t scare us, if you encounter violence, I will call the police!"

The surrounding crowd laughed suddenly, and many of them were gloating.

However, Cohen was so angry that he couldn't say a word, his hand holding the collar of the other party couldn't get up, and he had nowhere to put it:

"You...I..."

The skinny man looked at the trembling Cohen with a funny face, like he was watching a clown.

"Why, aren't you very angry? Come on, hit me! Follow your face, come on, hit! To oppress the people, aren't you Qingpi the best at this?"

Cohen gritted his teeth, his expression struggling, and tried his best to endure.

The people around booed one after another, how angry:

"Ouch, what's this, hood? A private visit from a microservice!"

"This material is really good, rich people, how many people's anointing did you have?"

"I heard that his father is a great nobleman, hehe, I know he is not a good thing!"

"Come on, the nobleman will let his son come here to suffer? I'm afraid it's not an illegitimate bastard!"

"Fuck you, my stall was a day late to pay the deposit, and it was smashed by the green skins! It's a scum like you!"

"What's this? My father went to jail because he refused to be blackmailed by them. He broke both legs when he came out!"

"Stupid Qingpi! Xiacheng is not getting better, it is all caused by corrupt officials like you!"

"Hit him! What are you afraid of? There are so many of us!"

"Who dares, they are the servants of the king! They rule us on behalf of the royal family! Are they idiots?"

Although no one dared to really do it, many people pushed the stupid man back and forth, mocking and cursing, and some even secretly spit on his boots.

The police officer couldn't stretch the left arm and the right, and tried to do it for several times, but he endured it again.

Watching this scene, Thales sighed and nodded to Glover.

But when Glover was about to step forward, another voice rang deep:

"is that enough?"

This voice vibrated the air, as if ringing in everyone's ears, everyone was startled.

The people all turned around.

I saw a short, fat man walking slouching into the crowd:

"Then go away."

The onlookers looked at each other.

Seeing that the after-show was interrupted, the thin man in the crowd turned his head and said angrily:

"Which **** onion are you—"

But in the crowd, a voice sounded in horror:

"Yes, it's Mo, Morris! That's Morris!"

"Brotherhood, the brotherhood is coming!"

At that moment, without reminding, the crowd burst into low exclamation.

The panic spread quickly.

With Morris as the center, the people in front of the casino suddenly dispersed, leaving a lot of empty space.

Cohen, who was untidy and embarrassed in the center, was also exposed.

He panted and pushed a gambler away from him, and looked at the people around him unconvinced.

But no one paid attention to the police officer anymore.

Frightened, surprised, evasive, with various moods, everyone stared at Morris who suddenly appeared, and the scene was silent for a while.

Thales looked at the chilling crowd, then looked at Morris, frowning.

In the field, many people secretly turned around and slammed, while others shrank timidly and bowed their heads.

Others greeted with a thick-skinned, enthusiastic and flattering:

"It's the boss!"

Someone raised their heads, and the greetings suddenly came and went, full of enthusiasm:

"Good boss!"

"Good day, boss!"

"I heard that you beat the red turban again?"

"Well done!"

"Boss, I also want to join the Brotherhood for a meal someday! Can you see me okay?"

But facing the noise of the crowd, Morris remained silent, just raised his arm gently and squeezed his fist in the air.

As if there was a silent command, the lively crowd fell silent again.

Step, step, step.

Only Morris' footsteps remained in the court.

He walked slowly past Cohen and snorted to the embarrassed police officer, with a smile.

"I think you need a little help from me?"

Cohen was not angry at first, wanted to speak, but held back.

Morris turned his head again and looked at the thin man in the casino.

The skinny face was pale, and he nodded and bowed:

"Ha, Boss Morris! Heh heh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I didn't see you, and I didn't hear that you are coming... you are a busy person, why come to us in time..."

Another business appeared behind Morris-Leyoke looked around coldly.

The crowd shivered again visible to the naked eye.

The skinny's expression got worse.

As he tried to greet him, the fear in his eyes was clearly visible:

"Hey, Boss Leyoke, you are here too-oh, two bosses, do you want to come and play? Welcome, please come inside, we have a private room..."

But Morris just raised a finger and shook it:

"If we don't do business today, get out."

The thin man was stunned.

The crowd also stood still, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a mouthful.

Leyoke snorted coldly, he turned around and looked around, speaking softly:

"Someone... didn't you understand?"

The silent killer's voice fell.

Wow!

In the next second, the crowd seemed to explode!

In the endless sound of footsteps, everyone did not dare to stay longer, turned around one after another, and did not even dare to look back.

Cohn stood there, staring at the people who were scattered with birds and beasts, and couldn't recover for a long while.

The thin man wanted to slip too, but Leyoke grabbed his shoulder from behind.

"I remember, I said yes to Cencha."

Morris came to him.

The fat man was calm and slow, but there was a cold breath in his words:

"The proceeds of this event belong to him. After all, his staff have suffered heavy casualties and high expenses, and I will take care of them."

The thin man trembled slightly.

He turned around mechanically, smiling more ugly than crying:

"Boss, look at—"

Morris interrupted him:

"But we have also agreed, and only engage in the cunning businessmen and the nobles."

"And the guy just now? He looks like a poor coachman and doesn't have any oil or water."

Morris squinted at the thin man.

The thin man swallowed and glanced at each other courteously:

"Boss, we, sorry, before we started, we really didn't know what that guy did..."

Morris snorted, and the thin man suddenly stopped.

"So, when you touch the sheep, you just start without exploring the wool? Are you more amateur than a beggar?"

Morris glanced back intentionally or unintentionally:

"If you touch the star prince another day..."

Thales frowned.

Morris looked cold:

"Then my street, isn't it going to be bad luck?"

The thin man is almost crying:

"You laughed, why did the prince come to us-hiss!"

Leyoke behind him suddenly tried hard, and the thin man begged for mercy with pain:

"Okay, okay, okay, this, Boss Morris, you see, there are not many rich people in the three districts of the lower city. Even the nobles are afraid of the prestige of the Brotherhood. We are too forced to do it. ..."

Morris just looked at him blankly.

The thin man felt a play, crying in mourning:

"Moreover, we are looking for business at the door, not to be counted as making money in the casino. After all, brothers have to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat..."

The skinny face changed, and his voice suddenly became hoarse.

With anguish on his face, he began to gasp.

Cohen was startled and touched his neck subconsciously.

Morris looked at the thin man silently, owing to the fluctuation in his eyes.

Leyok let go of him coldly, and the latter knelt on the ground with a plop, clasped his neck with his hands, breathed in pain and burst into tears, but couldn't say a complete word:

"No, boss, don't, please, please, you..."

"Hey!" Cohen couldn't hold back, stepping forward:

"You want to kill in front of me..."

But his arm was grabbed immediately, preventing him from approaching!

It's Leyoke.

"If the boss wants to kill," the quiet assassin held down Cohen's hand, and shook his head contemptuously while screaming.

"He doesn't need power at all."

Cohen gritted his teeth.

In the next second, the thin man's breathing suddenly recovered:

"Ha—ha—"

He collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly at the regained breathing rights.

Thales silently looked at everything in front of him, inexplicably thinking of how the Qi Magician got along with him.

"This time I'm giving face to Qin Cha, and also to the police officer," Morris leaned down, bared his teeth, kindly and calmly:

"Next time, remember: don't refute me."

The scared thin man couldn't say a word, so he nodded desperately.

"Don't cheat the poor anymore-Lower City is our root." Morris clapped his hands and didn't care.

"Go away." Lyok kicked him coldly.

The thin man scrambled to get up, weeping and nodding, while walking backwards and leaving.

"The same goes for the rich!"

Cohen reacted, roaring and adding:

"anyone!"

The thin man's back disappeared in the corner.

The entrance of the Black Gold Casino was suddenly deserted.

"Wow, guard."

Leyoke glanced at Cohn and sneered disdainfully:

"Speaking really works."

Cohen bit his lip, his face ugly.

Thales and Glover came forward, and Cohen did not dare to look at them, turning his head in shame.

"Have you been here? Police officer?"

Morris looked with interest at the street that was scared by him and empty.

Cohen reacted, saw Morris, turned his head in disdain.

"Of course, this is my jurisdiction."

"Whether it's patrols, investigations, searches, and the annual police crackdown..."

"But here..." Cohen stopped talking, after all he could not speak.

Morris exhaled, as if at home.

"But it's far beyond your imagination, right?"

"Whether it is the degree of chaos in the layout of the city, the difficulty of handling it, or the complexity of the personnel composition."

Cohen turned his head angrily without answering.

Thales sighed silently in his heart: For Cohen, being helped by the brother of the brotherhood is a near-great shame.

"Did you know, when I heard that a new, extraordinary-born stunner Qingpi came to Xicheng Qingpi nest, I knew it," Morris slapped his belly, and said:

"You are going to be unlucky."

The fat man of the Brotherhood continued to walk forward, Leyoke followed closely.

"Me? Unlucky?" Cohen was taken aback.

Thales was worried, he waved his hand, and followed the fat man's footsteps.

Glover reached out to grab Cohen's arm, but was thrown away by the unsatisfied police officer and followed stiffly.

"Humph," Cohen said stiffly, "I'm okay, it's always bad luck anyway."

"But you..."

Cohen glanced at Morris's back viciously.

"Theft, blackmail, blackmail, robbery, intimidation, violence, murder, no, more than that," the police officer counted with hatred.

"Drug trafficking, prostitution, gambling, smuggling, bribery, including the loan shark just now-don't think that you have prevented the lending, it is some kind of act, you know, that is the sin you brought!"

"As the culprit, you who are so full of evil deeds, think you can escape?"

Morris seemed to think this was funny, and laughed.

Leyoke even shook his head in disdain.

Cohen gritted his teeth:

"One day, you will pay for your crime."

"cost?"

Morris didn't look back, just took a deep breath.

"Either you, the Blood Bottle Gang, they are all worms that are out of this world," Cohen said coldly, and Thales swore that he had never seen him like this before:

"You are all destined to die."

"Death?" Morris chewed on the word as he paced.

He suddenly smiled.

"Haha, I have to say," the fat man sneered and shook his head:

"Very ambitious, Qing-oh, Mr. Guard."

"Why, do you think you will be an exception?" Cohen snorted coldly.

Morris shook his head:

"No, no, please don't misunderstand me, Mr. Sergeant."

"Don't worry, I was awakened very early."

Morris looked up and exclaimed:

"This business is just like a mercenary. Maybe one day I will fall, or even fall into your hands..."

The fat man glanced at Thales, and the boy looked back at him coldly.

"but……"

Morris exhaled:

"Look around."

The fat man stretched his arms and Thales followed his gaze:

"On the street, in the community, in the alleys, the humble grocery store and the idle apprentices, the crude workshops and the day labors with nowhere to go, the food stalls of Moncoroque, and the wandering idlers inside, the run-down The unbearable nest and the vagrants who rely on it to shelter from the wind and rain, the narrow and dim attic hut and the single dog in which even Valentine’s Day is alone, the street vendor who sells carts, the sloppy children who shuttle through the streets..."

"Including the lower-level, more tragic, and more frowning professions: beggars, prostitutes, gangsters, gamblers, authors, gangsters, including the Groves just now, the coachman who was forced to borrow usury, and surround you to denounce the police officer. The crowd, even met your little girl family on the street before..."

Morris exclaimed:

"Hundreds, thousands, thousands..."

"These people, who do you think they are?"

Cohen frowned.

"Poor people."

Cohn paused for a moment and said indignantly:

"I mean, the poor people are all the poor people who were entrapped, deceived, and coerced by you, and sucked by you."

Glover thought of something and frowned.

Morris burst out laughing.

Thales sighed lowly.

Do not.

Cohen.

They are more than poor.

They are...

"No," Morris finally laughed enough, he turned his head and looked at the unconvinced Cohen:

"You don't understand, Mr. Inspector."

"All these people, they are our people."

Cohen was startled.

The fat man of the Brotherhood narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed inside:

"They all belong to—Black Street Brotherhood."

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(End of this chapter)