"Mr. Edmundor Adlerhof." Mr. Wax paused and said again.

A policeman walked over to the clapper.

Amid the applause of lonely applause, people saw the police taking out their handcuffs and shorthand.

The man was still clapping his hands, his arms began to tremble, and sweat dripped down his sideburns.

The police's leather shoes were clattering.

The handcuffs stretched out and walked to the man.

Then continue to take the step forward.

He raised another person next to this man's seat.

Not him.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

The bearded gentleman seemed to be inspired by some kind of encouragement, and the clapping force became stronger.

"Waola" "Waola"

It seems to be infected by the atmosphere.

It was also like a suffocating tape that entangled the mouth and nose of the people. This person took the lead in finding a breakthrough to breathe.

"Crazy!!!"

More and more citizens applauded.

Mr. Wax picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip.

He continued to recite.

The applause did not stop, and there were signs of a closer expansion.

"Bang."

"Bang.bang."

It seems that there is also the faint sound of gunfire in the distance of the square.

It seems that a very small number of people left the "simplified process" and were taken away directly and executed on the spot.

"Happy holiday! Salute to Mr. Pogleridge!"

Suddenly someone roared to the sky and roared the first sentence like he was venting.

The name mentioned is the cyan signature stamp that is on all official documents of intellectuals.

"Happy holiday!! Salute to Mr. Pogleridge!!"

"happy holidays!!!"

"Salute to Mr. Pogleridge!!!"

One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.
Chapter completed!