Flowers, Swords and France

While Charles was still passionately entangled with Laura, in another corner of the city, a young man was also walking carefully in the foggy streets.

Because the weather was a bit cold, he wore a heavy coat and a hat on his head, but he still didn't look solemn. He seemed to be a young man who was used to being idle.

In the thick fog, he kept looking around, trying to identify the street he was in, as if he was looking for something, and his expression was quite anxious.

This young man was Ezreal Walter, and he was also summoned today.

Today he originally received the letter at home, so he hurried over.

The content of the letter was very brief and ordinary, but the handwriting and signature made people have to pay attention to it-this was a letter from Miss Treville.

Moreover, although the letter didn't seem to say anything important, it hinted that he was asked to meet at a certain address, and the tone was a bit anxious.

Did he encounter something difficult recently? After reading the letter, he couldn't help but feel anxious for the lady.

Without thinking, Ezreal dressed up and hurried out the door.

Ever since he met her for the first time, he had been full of love for this beautiful and gentle sister. For her safety, he was even willing to go through fire and water.

Under his constant urging, the taxi finally arrived at the area where the address was. After he got off the car, he began to look for the street names one by one.

Because of the fog, he couldn't see too many road signs and instructions. Therefore, the speed of travel was very slow, and he didn't find the place agreed in the letter for a long time. Because of this, his heart was also full of anxiety and uneasiness-Flan's tone in the letter was very anxious, and she designated the location of this time in such a remote place. She must have encountered some big problem, so she was anxious to ask for his help...

What disaster has this poor child encountered now? While searching, he thought anxiously in his heart.

Could it be... Could it be that person is bullying her again?

Thinking of this, his anxiety increased a bit.

When he walked to an alley, his heart finally relaxed a little.

Finally found it.

He barely suppressed the relief and excitement in his heart, and rearranged his clothes that were already a little messy. Then he walked in generously.

However, the smile on his face soon disappeared.

Through the gradually dissipating mist, he found that the one waiting for him in the alley was not the girl he had invested in his infinite love... but two big men in black coats with unfriendly looks.

Ezreal's footsteps gradually stopped, and the joy in his heart gradually dissipated unconsciously.

What's going on? Why isn't she here?

Was she captured? Or... is this a trap?

At this moment, the two men on the opposite side also found Ezreal. They looked at each other and slowly walked towards him.

Ezreal no longer hesitated, turned around and walked back.

However. At this time, he found that there were already two people standing at the alley, and they were also walking towards him.

Are they policemen? Or lackeys?

In any case, this is definitely a trap.

Ezreal bit his lip and estimated the situation. Then he suddenly ran towards the two people at the alley.

The people who were surrounding him were not mentally prepared for Ezreal's sudden attack. They only reacted after Ezreal rushed in front of them. One person quickly dodged and blocked Ezreal. But he was forcibly pushed away. Another person wanted to grab his hand. But he was hit hard in the face by him, and he was pushed away with his face covered with a wail.

Then. Ezreal ran at an unimaginable speed.

The people behind him saw him rush out of the encirclement, and they also cursed and chased after him.

It must be said that Ezreal's physique is indeed very strong. He ran suddenly without warning, and his speed was still amazing. Although the alley was very narrow and uneven, he walked very fast and gradually distanced himself from the pursuers.

At this moment, through the gradually dissipating fog, he suddenly found a simple-dressed lady on the street, blocking his way, staring at himself in amazement as he fled madly.

"Miss, get out of the way, someone is chasing me!" He shouted while still running madly over there.

However, the lady still did not move, as if she had been frightened by this scene.

With his life at stake, Ezreal didn't care about anything. He turned a corner slightly and wanted to go around her, and his speed had to slow down slightly.

Just when he was about to rush to the side of the lady...

"Plop!"

Two figures suddenly jumped out from the side of the alley, pounced on Ezreal, and knocked him against the opposite wall.

"Ouch!" He groaned in pain, then waved his hand and punched the man in the stomach, trying to push him away. However, at this time, another person came from behind and grabbed his waist, making him unable to break free for a while.

Then, the four people from before also caught up from behind. The man who had been punched in the face by him, and his face was now swollen, walked up to him angrily, and then punched him hard in the stomach. The punch caused him to arch his back in pain and he could no longer escape.

"You bastard, you still want to run away?" The group of people yelled at Ezreal, and then several people forcibly subdued him.

"I didn't expect him to be able to run away like this... I didn't catch all four of them." The woman looked at Ezreal and sighed, "Fortunately, we still have two people here, otherwise he would have really escaped... …”

As she spoke, she took out a pair of tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses from her pocket and looked at Ezreal carefully.

This is. Only then did Ezreal realize that she was actually the woman who had a tryst with that person that night.

"Mademoiselle de Léoland?" he said in a voiceless voice.

The other party was startled at first. Then he seemed to understand something and opened his eyes slightly.

"No wonder...no wonder..." She muttered to herself first. Then he suddenly sighed again, "First of all, you have recognized the wrong person. My surname is not De Leolan, she is..."

Following her line of sight, Ezreal saw another young lady slowly walking over from the alley.

And he happened to know this young lady. She happened to be the young lady who had testified against him to that man.

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"I fell into your trap, what a vicious plan! Oh my God, what did you do to her? Did that bastard instigate you!" He ignored the pain on his body. He asked Mary loudly, "If you dare to hurt her, I will never spare you! You bad guys who have no sense of shame!"

Under his insult, Mary still looked normal and walked quietly to Matilda's side.

This letter was written by forging her friend's handwriting. Because it was forged, she wrote it very briefly. In addition, although she has tried very hard to imitate. But if you look carefully, you can still see some flaws, but Ezreal didn't see it because care leads to chaos.

According to the countermeasures she and Matilda discussed before. She decided to find a way to arrest the helper Fran secretly ordered, and carefully interrogated her to find out what tricks she was playing. I just didn't expect that the plan would go so smoothly. The young man was trapped in his hands with the first little trick.

This time... I should be able to satisfy my husband... with a kind of secret joy. She thought to herself.

She took Charlotte's threats to her completely seriously. Therefore, she is now full of a sense of crisis and just wants to make a contribution as soon as possible. Show your importance in front of your husband so that he can stand firm and not kick yourself away.

Driven by this sense of anxiety, she also put aside other worries and tried her best to catch Ezreal.

The two of them looked at Ezreal in silence, and no one spoke a word. It was not until a moment later that Mary walked up to Ezreal with a sneer.

"Sir...what qualifications do you have to blame us? You are the one who did the wrong thing..." Mary said coldly, "Don't forget, Mr. Treville politely asked you not to approach him again. It’s you who broke the agreement, shouldn’t you be punished for this?”

"Who would listen to that bastard! What qualifications does he have to ask people to obey him? He has done all the bad things, how can we still make promises to him and let him continue to do evil?" Ezreal roared angrily, and then Even his neck was red, "You... you lackeys, follow him and do all the bad things, you will be punished sooner or later! God will never forgive you!"

"Whether God will forgive us or not is not up to you, sir." Mary still sneered, "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense to you, I just want to know, why do you dare to do such a reckless thing? Trey What did Miss Weir say to you? And what did you do for her in private?"

"That day... I went out with Charles that day. Did you secretly tell Miss Charlotte?" Matilda also asked hesitantly, her face turning a little red, "Mr. I don’t want to hurt anyone, I just want to go out and have fun with him. Why...why would you do such a bad thing?”

"Bad? Can it be worse than what you did?" Ezreal laughed and retorted, "You can't ask anything from me, I won't tell you anything!"

Matilda frowned, then sighed,

"Sir, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to do this."

"Why are you talking nonsense to him? Let's fight him first." Mary said angrily, "This kind of person just doesn't know what's good or bad."

Then Matilda waved her hand.

It was Matilda who used her brother-in-law's relationship to gather this group of people, so she was able to mobilize them.

After getting Matilda's permission, the group immediately beat Ezreal, and the fists rained down on him, making him groan in pain.

However, he still said nothing and just looked at the two women angrily.

As time went by, there were more and more wounds, and his voice became lower and lower, but he still refused to answer any questions.

This can't go on like this...

Seeing that the other party had been beaten to a pulp, Matilda finally couldn't help it. She looked at Mary and signaled her with her eyes that she could stop, but Mary turned a deaf ear to it, as if she didn't notice Matilda's hint at all.

"Enough, you can stop now." Matilda whispered in her ear. "If you keep fighting, someone will die!"

"If he is willing to tell you, then nothing will happen." Mary replied coldly, "The master gave him a chance and told him not to get close to Fran again, but he still didn't listen and insisted on coming over... He asked for this result, you don't need to feel sorry for him."

"Whether it's his own fault or not, we can't really beat him to death, right?" Seeing that Ezreal was obviously breathing more than breathing, Matilda became a little anxious, "Since he is unwilling to say anything at this point, what's the point of asking him again?"

However, Mary remained unmoved and just sneered at Matilda.

"In your position, you can certainly be kind, but... I'm sorry, I don't have the luxury to consider mercy now."

"No, that's enough..." Seeing that Mary still refused to obey, Matilda didn't care anymore. She shouted at those people, "Stop, stop fighting, that's enough!" (To be continued...)