He was so angry that he weakly raised his hand and put it down again. He turned around and saw Zhou Jinru being held up by two police officers. Unable to control his emotions anymore, he rushed over and punched the latter in the face again, killing the two policemen.

The police officer also fell to the ground.

"Catch them back! Catch them all, these two drunkards!"

Huron blushed and roared loudly.

…

That afternoon, the office of the Chief of Londinium Police Station.

"Confused!"

Photos like snowflakes fell on Huron. The originally high-spirited young noble looked pale and did not dare to lower his head to look at the photo that fell at his feet.

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo banged his desk. His eyes were full of evil, and he spat: "You idiot, you actually hit a Colombian with legal status in the street! And you were photographed."

Come! If the newspaper hadn’t suppressed the article, you would have become the fastest minister to leave office in Victoria’s history!!”

Huron pursed his lips. In the morning, he didn't know what was going on. He suddenly lost control of his emotions. That hateful Colombian still wanted to punch him a few more times to relieve his hatred!

He tried hard to argue: "Lord Earl West, this is definitely a conspiracy! They are diverting attention. I have received intelligence that those guys hiding in the dark are plotting a rebellion and trying to overthrow the Parliament. I am about to stop them.

Conspiracy, but these two people jumped out to fight, well, they must be in the same group!"

Earl West stood up, came to Huron, and slapped his face hard: "Huron, you have to do your own thing, do you understand what I mean?"

"yes."

"Our country is at a very delicate juncture. We cannot make any mistakes before the dust settles. The situation you reported will be taken seriously. As for the Colombian, let him go and don't cause any more trouble."

"……yes."

Earl West stared at Huron with his eagle-like eyes: "You must do this well, or I will replace you with someone else, do you understand?"

"yes!"

Huron stood up straight.

He was just the chief of the police station who was pushed to the front desk. The new aristocrats had a lot of people waiting for the top position and were eyeing his position.

"Very well, Huron, well, do what you have to do."

When Huron left his office, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He knew that he had just walked through the gate of hell.

When the battle between the new aristocracy and the old aristocracy reaches a critical moment, they will be extra vigilant at the slightest sign of trouble, and no mistakes can be made in any link.

He was furious at the thought of having to free the man himself. Huron straightened his tall hat. Yes, he had a brand new hat. The previous one had been picked up and he would definitely not be able to get it back, even if he could.

He doesn't want to come back either.

Everyone in the police station knew that there was a big shot there, and their boss, Huron, had been scolded and might be looking for a gas pump, so everyone was cautious.

Huron grabbed a police officer and said in a deep voice: "How about that Colombian drunk?"

"I'm sober. I asked for water ten minutes ago. Someone already brought it to me."

Oh shit.

Huron wanted to throw his hat.

He was simply disgraced.

You must not fall into my hands!

He was secretly angry in his heart.

He forced a smile on his face: "Take me to the cell to meet him."

…

Zhou Jinru remembered that he only drank half a bottle of red wine, and his memory of what happened next was very vague. When he woke up, the corners of his mouth were purple and one of his eye sockets was also black and blue. He hadn't fought like this with someone for a long time.

"woke up?"

A man's depressed voice came from the side.

Joel was locked up next door to him.

The cell in the Victoria Police Department is only a few square meters in size and is tightly surrounded by iron bars. There is a wooden bed covered with a thin layer of quilt. Don't expect these things to keep you warm.

Zhou Jinru touched the corner of his mouth lightly, feeling a stinging pain. He decided to forget the pain for the time being, and turned to look at Joel. The owner of the Dream Castle also had a bruised nose and face. They were now inmates who had been in the prison cell together.

"What time is it now?"

Joel sat cross-legged on the bed and hummed: "It's four o'clock in the afternoon and you slept for six hours."

He has never seen anyone with such a bad drinking ability. A little bit of red wine can make him want to sleep all day long.

"I'm a little thirsty, is there any water?"

Zhou Jinru grabbed the iron fence door and shook it for a while. A uniformed police officer came over, placed a pot of water in front of the iron fence, and then ran away as if running away.

"Won't you send it in?"

Joel sneered: "You think you're staying in a hotel?!"

Zhou Jinru took a gulp of water and sighed, "I miss the veal steak a little bit."

Except for a small bite in the morning, he had not touched food all day, and he was now dizzy with hunger.

"Joel, let's make a bet."

"What to bet on?"

…

Huron sighed in his heart, he had to do it no matter how reluctant he was.

Release that bastard with your own hands to show that you are not deliberately targeting Colombians, so as not to cause unnecessary disputes.
Chapter completed!