The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 804 Ch.803 Jim Walker's Encounter

Mr. Jim P. Walker.

This young man who grew up in Red Street and lost one leg has more experience than the "mothers" in the villas - he is eloquent and has a cleverness that he has used since he was a child.

He is an 'outstanding member' of the Flower Street.

Everyone knows the excellence.

No matter which 'mother' has a new daughter, or whose clients are more wealthy, whose man has a new love, who is sick, or who has learned some new tricks - as long as you ask him, there will be no time when you don't get an answer.

It is said.

He was involved in the production of the illustrated book about ladies on Red Street.

Every time the sky gets darker.

The long street was lit up.

Mr. Walker, dressed as if he were listening to a musical, stood politely at the door to greet guests - and to deal with the girls' chattering and obscene remarks.

He was very good at it and knew what women wanted to hear better than the most romantic men. He only needed to open his mouth and say a few words to quickly coax those new and crying women into smiling and making them feel at ease and work honestly.

This man has ability and brains.

Many mothers believed that he would not last long on Red Street.

They were wrong.

Jim Walker has worked here for ten years and has no intention of leaving.

perhaps.

There will soon be a 'father' in Red Street.

How much money has he saved over the years?
How many people did you get to know?
How long will the captain's good luck and the happy days brought by his clever tongue last?

Maybe until today.

When the old sheriff in police uniform rudely pushed through the crowd and led several policemen to him, the girls who were lying on the balcony and laughing down at him instantly shut their mouths, blinked a few times, and disappeared into the window holes like mice.

Half the street was silent for a moment.

Just for a moment.

Soon, they started making noise again.

Because everyone knows what these policemen are here for.

"We pay our taxes, sir."

Jim Walker smiled, more polite than respectful: "If you want to have some fun here, it would be our honor - recently there are a group of children under the age of twelve coming to the stables in the east and the Rose Shoes..."

Dan Budge grinned, turned his head slightly, and his sharp eyes swept across the balcony and railing above Jim's head like a knife.

The woman whose eyebrows were pressed against the cut mouse skin screamed and covered her mouth. She was hurriedly pulled back by the girls behind her and dared not look down secretly again.

The old sheriff was satisfied.

"Taxes? Tell the beat cops, kid. Although I'd love to see those vultures get creative with something like a 'laughter tax' on you."

He tugged gently at his collar with both hands and spoke in the elegant and intimidating way that Roland Collins did—a way that made people take him seriously.

This has nothing to do with whether or not you are a ritualist.

He had seen many ritualists, all of them were like wrinkled old buttocks and as stupid as the dog his wife had raised when she was young that could never get enough of shit.

"cough."

Dan Budge wiggled his chin.

"There is a case that requires your assistance in investigating."

Jim Walker frowned, and a look of surprise appeared on his handsome face: "Case? Your Excellency, what case do you need my 'assistance' in? I didn't do anything."

Your Mightiness.

Dan Budge raised his eyebrows and laughed twice: "You don't count."

Jim Walker looked embarrassed: "I work for someone, sir, sir, the old sheriff whom I respect absolutely - I am needed here every day, and there are pounds coming in and out every day, and I have to keep an eye on it..."

"Then you can find someone to take your place for a while."

"Leave me alone, my Lord."

"Just a few words, kid. You won't let us go for nothing, will you?"

"… maybe you can ask me here, right here."

Dan Budge sighed.

Collins.

Your approach won't work at all.

He twisted his wrist, stepped forward, and hit Jim Walker's chest hard with his shoulder, knocking him hard against the wall!

As screams came from all around, he grabbed the man's collar and pulled him up with all his strength, tightening his grip.

A few trances.

Jim Walker blushed.

"…You fucked little bitch, of course I can ask you here, huh? Right here, right under everyone's noses, I'll open your ass and let the bugs who love you so much see how you devour it - you prefer wood to people, don't you?"

Dan Budge grinned, freed one hand and patted the wooden baton at his waist.

Jim Walker's eyes were filled with fear.

His exquisite, upper-class afternoon poker towers were knocked over by a gentle puff from the sleazy detective down the street.

Dan Budge spat in his face, hitting him right in the nose.

then.

Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, he silently counted to five and loosened his fingers slightly.

The air rushed into my lungs.

Jim Walker choked and coughed violently: "…Sir…I…I will tell you everything…everything…"

My method still works.

A bit rude though.

Dan Budge turned his head sharply, his torch-like eyes sweeping across the rapidly disappearing darkness, feeling extremely satisfied.

He winked at his nephew.

'Learn from that.'

The other party disagreed.

'Violence is not the answer.'

'But he can fucking take care of you, brat.'

Old Butch snorted and let go of the man on the wall completely, allowing his dangling wooden foot to fall to the ground.

"Don't play tricks. Just tell me what you know. Just be honest and everything will be fine. Do you understand?"

Jim Walker nodded rapidly.

"follow me."

He waved his hand and asked the two policemen behind him to escort the man out of the street.

At the end of the street.

A covered carriage was waiting there.

knock knock.

The curtains were drawn.

The door was opened.

"Good night, Mr. Collins."

"Good evening, Mr. Budge. Am I taking away your time with your family?"

"Your affairs are more important than spending time with your family."

came a brisk reply from the carriage.

"To be honest, you are not very good at flattery, especially when you flatter and glare at people at the same time."

Dan Budge rubbed his face in embarrassment.

He looks like this, what can I do?

"The person you want to see is here." He said in a low voice and winked at his men.

soon.

Jim Walker was staggered up and pushed to the door.

"Get in the car, Mr. Walker."

The voice still came from the car: "Same as Mr. Budge. I won't take up too much of your time - just thirty or forty minutes, okay?"

Jim Walker looked back at the old sheriff who was staring at him and swallowed his saliva: "...Sir, I——"

"Get in the car! Or are you deaf?!"

Jim Walker didn't dare say another word. He lowered his head and climbed the stairs tremblingly.

He saw a dark-haired man in a black religious robe.

Very young.

(End of this chapter)