Guilty Records

"It's not me...it's not me..." A few weak words of justification in the confusion almost disappeared in the crowd.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Kill him!!"

Just like the sharpest and piercing whistle on the flat ground in the evening, the brown young man with a bruise on his forehead and the corners of his mouth was black and blue, and his ferocious and terrifying expression showed that he was in a manic mood, just like a patient just released from a mental hospital. Although he was angry, he punched and kicked Between revealed fanaticism.

In contrast, those workers who were beaten by the group looked extremely tragic, with bruised veins on their foreheads, and their originally strong and muscular bodies fell down when they were outnumbered. Their clothes were covered in blood and sweat. , stained with blood.

The hoarse voice rolling on the ground in pain is really unbearable, the civilian boss is trying to bear it, how many subordinates? The subordinate worker's eyes are red, fists and feet are collapsing, and finally they can't bear it? Melee!

Someone took the lead, and the beating was obviously premeditated by the youth, and the situation intensified, even if the police were around, they couldn't stop it.

In the luxurious and beautiful hotel, it was in chaos like this, the table sculptures were smashed, the oil paintings were torn, the tables and chairs were torn up, and the surroundings were in a mess.

Tang Zhibai's face was extremely ugly, and he called his assistant to stop them from moving, but his eyes were already red, and his adrenaline was soaring? He couldn't listen to what others were saying at all, and even the gentle assistant was almost hurt.

A group of nobles headed by young people, all kinds of vulgar words are flying all over the sky, and all kinds of vulgar words about reproductive organs are constantly cursing, from the heart? Contempt, these commoners are almost not as good as? An ant? Value, those simple and honest? The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he fiercely resisted without saying a word.

Tang Zhibai's face darkened, and he turned around and scolded Evans, "This is what your police do? You can't even stop a fight."

Officer Evans blinked and said aggrievedly, "You asked me to leave just now."

"You are also from the common people? Don't you feel insulted by scolding like this?" In the noisy hall, Tang Zhibai had to raise his voice.

Officer Evans had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and said innocently: "I'm a Yankee"

Tang Zhibai couldn't bear it anymore, "Enough! Stop them for me!!"

Officer Evans had no choice but to draw his gun and said, "You owe me a favor this time."

As he said that, he raised his hand and shot two shots in a row, one shot hit the huge porcelain in the hall, and there was a loud shattering sound!

A shot was brushing past the ear of the brown-haired young man. The threat of life and death made him stop instantly? The aftermath of the gunshot reverberated in his mind, making his face pale and almost retching.

This time, the brawlers finally stopped, and everyone's attention was drawn back.

Evans shook his head, put the gun in his waist, and said loudly: "So listen to me, no more fights are allowed! Listen to Lord Norman's speech!"

the hall is quiet

All of them were ashamed, their clothes were torn, some of them swallowed a mouthful of phlegm, and it was still wrapped in blood. Whether they were nobles or commoners, they all looked like ghosts.Tang Zhibai took a step forward, his face expressionless, his eyes swept across these people one by one, and his eyes met. Some were ashamed, some were ashamed, some were not convinced, and some were arrogant.

Tang Zhibai stared at him coldly. Although he was sitting on the ground in front of him, he was very arrogant. The brown-haired young man, the son of Robin Browning, the owner of a large area of ​​land in Burlington, was also the leader of these scattered nobles.

Earl Browning has always disliked the fact that the holiday manor gave too little money for the purchase, so he raised the price several times when he was about to sign the contract. So this time, the father didn't come, so he sent his son to make trouble?Tang Zhibai sneered.

"Look at you people, who underestimate each other's status, but now you are like a group of women? You are tearing and beating on the ground, how can you have the slightest demeanor."

His voice is soft, gentle and elegant all the year round. When someone speaks cruel words, it still makes people afraid.

But some people began to be unconvinced. Young Master Browning had always been arrogantly hostile to Tang Zhibai. Influenced by his family education, he always felt that this Asian of unknown origin was not very powerful.

He sarcastically said: "You can't say that. From the moment we stepped into this hotel, we felt insulted when we were in the same room with these lowly civilians."

I thought Tang Zhibai would pay attention to him, or at least give some reaction.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired young man didn't look at him again, turned around and told his assistant to call a doctor to deal with these injured people.

……

half an hour passed...

More than a dozen injured people sat on wooden chairs, three or four doctors took turns busy bandaging and treating the wounded, and people around them lined up in two directions, as if two forces held a meeting.

Tang Zhibai stood on the central high platform and watched them coldly without saying a word. Officer Evans retreated behind him for protection.

A doctor who just finished bandaging a worker, just wanted to go over to show the brown-haired youth his injuries, but he kicked him away in disgust, and said impatiently: "Master Norman, why do you let these lowly? Commoners and us, the same? Sitting together? It’s okay to endure the dirty air, why humiliate us like this?”

His family held Burlington's land in their hands, and they insisted on resisting it. The two families were waiting to lose hundreds of thousands of dollars, as if with this trump card in their hands, Young Master Browning was completely confident.

When those civilians heard such words, they dared not speak out, their blood red eyes lowered their heads, and they could only silently endure his ridicule.Commoners have been slaves to nobles for hundreds of years, and the power of life and death is in their hands. Even though the legal society is much better now, this seems to have become a habit, and any small noble can embarrass them.

Tang Zhibai ignored him and said coldly, "If you don't want to sit, you can stand up."

Looking at the young man with cold eyes, the young man wanted to refute something, but the coldness in his eyes suppressed it back into his throat?

Seeing that the doctors had handled it almost the same, Tang Zhibai stood on the high platform and said coldly: "What happened just now? I need you to give an explanation."

At the beginning, no one made a sound, everyone shut their mouths and didn't dare to be the young bird. Tang Zhibai's eyes shifted to the skinny boy who had been beaten the most. Standing up, I can see that this is also a joy-loving boy. At this moment, his body is rigid, his body is hunched over, and his eyes have lost the slightest expression.

Tang Zhibai lowered his voice, "You tell me."

The boy shivered a bit?

Tang Zhibai couldn't help comforting him, "Don't be afraid, tell the truth, I will make a fair decision."

The young man glanced at him fearfully in the audience, as if he was struggling with something, maybe he always felt that this adult was different from other nobles? He looked at them without contempt and madness.

After a long while, he puffed up a lot, and whispered softly, "I, my friend and I were playing cards. When I got excited, I accidentally bumped into the adults, and the adults got angry and overturned the gaming table, and came up." Beat..."

"Stupid pig! Shut up!" Browning interrupted him fiercely. He touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth and grinned, but his eyes were full of viciousness, "Dare to hurt! The slave dared to hurt the nobleman. After the skin, I will send you to the guillotine!"

Hearing such ruthless words, the boy was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, his pale face suddenly became agitated, "My lord! I swear! When I fought back? It was just subconscious?!"

Browning raised his chin in pride, and snorted coldly, "It's not just you! There are also you bastards, if you dare to fight me, I will send you to prison! Hiss..."

The expression was too wide, and it touched the wound, and he cried out.

All the people involved in the fight were dumbfounded. Once the exciting battle is over, there will be consequences brought about by impulse. They understand that this arrogant young man is by no means just talking. For hundreds of years, their lives have been nothing but a snap of the fingers. In a flash, it's not even as good as an ant's life is valuable...

"Help me..."

"Boss! No, save us!"

After they reacted, some of them wept softly thinking that they must die. The strong and strong man has already shed tears in this way, and some even ran to kneel down for Browning, frantically kowtowed for mercy, that proud man The boy didn't bother to look at them, and others? He pulled the hand of the factory owner and shouted for help!

Facing life and death, even the most humble method must be tried.

Tang Zhibai grew up in an equal society since he was a child, and he has been living in the aristocratic class since he was reborn. He only heard about the suffering of common people, but he has seen such scenes there.

Mourning, sobbing, and helplessness surround his ears, just like a little Abi hell, showing the suffering of all beings.

His fingertips trembled slightly. He had never experienced this before? Tang Zhibai's inner concept collapsed, and a substance called redemption spewed out. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily, "Enough! No one will go to prison! "

"No one should go to jail for such a stupid reason!"

Did these low-level slaves come to their senses? Come on, Lord Norman seems to have a higher official position than Browning. It is unimaginable to have such a sentence.

A crying boy froze and asked in disbelief, "Are you going to let us go?"

Tang Zhibai suppressed his sadness and said softly, "Yes, I will forgive you."

Browning became anxious when he heard that, he slapped the chair with a grin, and stood up angrily, "No! Lord Norman!"

Tang Zhibai squinted at the brown-haired young man, feeling extremely disgusted in his heart, and said coldly, "What right do you have to stop me?"

At this time, the hotel door was pushed open.

The wind and snow poured in outside, and the visitor came in with a group of bodyguards, followed by a timid old man.

The man walking in front has a handsome face, gentle eyes, a white suit with dazzling blond hair, and the thick bodyguards around him are in sharp contrast to him. The man walks with wind, and his disguise is very good. Under his expression, there is always a viciousness that is difficult to erase, making The whole person became dark.

Snow Stuart came in very late, and he couldn't help being stunned when he entered the hotel. The exquisite and luxurious hall was like a hornet's nest at the moment, the floor was smashed and the ornaments were destroyed.

The dirty and chaotic crowd made him frown, and after a few glances, he connected all the things together. After figuring out the reason, he easily found the conspicuous figure in the crowd, walked slowly up the high platform, and stood beside Lin Fu. , "Xiao Su, are you injured?"

Seeing that he had finally arrived, Tang Zhibai shook his head feebly, and turned to look at Little Browning who was sitting next to the chair.

As soon as Earl Browning arrived, he immediately noticed the conspicuous scars on his son's face. He screamed and rushed forward, "My? God, you are injured! What's going on? Who did it?"

Little Browning was a little tired of his father's touch. He glanced at the commoners impatiently, and said viciously, "It's those stupid and dirty bastards."

Earl Browning was old enough to have a son, and his only son was spoiled and grown up. It was heartbreaking to be hurt like this at this time, and he immediately screamed like a cock in spring.

"These ignorant bastards! I'm going to send you to prison!"

……

Tang Zhibai frowned, and looked at him coldly, "Earl Browning, I'm afraid this is not possible, because I have already pardoned them."

Under the soft black hair is a pair of cold and angry eyes, expressionless, like a plum blossom branch frozen by ice, making people want to touch but afraid of freezing hands, Tang Zhibai puts both hands in the pocket of the windbreaker In, stand up straight.Although he suppressed it well, Snow could clearly see that he was angry.

Snow was a little surprised, no matter what kind of means he used, he hadn't seen a gentle one for many years? Lin Fu showed this expression.

The father who supported him has come to his side, and little Browning's courage has grown stronger. Seeing that Lin Fu stopped him for several slaves again, he felt angry. His small triangle eyes looked directly at Tang Zhibai, and began to sarcastically: "No Lord Man, you are only the honorary heir of the Norman family, the royal family did not grant you an official position, and the law does not allow you to do so!"

Officer Evans, who was standing behind watching the play, raised his eyebrows, leaned against a stone pillar, and looked at this stupid young man with interest.

Tang Zhibai's face was calm, as if a stone had been dropped, but it didn't cause any ripples. Instead, Snow chuckled and said, "Master Browning, your family really gave me a generous gift."

Those who are familiar with Snow Stuart know that the deeper the man's smile, the more bloodthirsty he becomes. Browning, who has seen his methods, is a little terrified. Knowing that his son's words have crossed the line, he still maintains his identity and cannot let go of his face.

Under the pressure of Snow Stuart, he only said stiffly to Tang Zhibai: "Sorry, Mr. Norman, my son was rude and offended."

Tang Zhibai snorted, and he didn't look at the father and son again.

He whispered: "I just want to ask you now, have you let them go?"

With contempt already in his heart, Little Browning sneered, "I'm going to kill them!"

Silent, the black-haired boy said nothing, as if this soft-natured boy would never learn to hate words, he turned around and drew out the pistol of the assistant beside him, and weighed it lightly, no one knew what he wanted to do.

Next? One second!He hit little Browning between the legs with one shot!

The tragic mourning happened in an instant, and when people realized it, the arrogant young man was already covered in blood? Rolling and moaning on the ground with his thighs in his arms.

Even the civilians froze in fright, and the soft boy fired without warning.

"Bob!" Browning screamed, his eyes widened in fear.

"Dear Mr. Browning, let me tell you now, even if I don't have a lord, how would I release them." Tang Zhibai's eyes were cold.

"Before everything is determined, I am a government official, and you are nothing. In your eyes? In class division, I am nobler than you as a descendant of nobles. Therefore, if you offend me at the banquet, I can hire Bodyguards come to punish you, so you have no right to punish them."

"Now that you have offended me again, I will give you a shot. It only hurts a little in the thigh, and it is an equivalent exchange, Mr. Browning."

Seeing his ferocious and ugly face, writhing in pain on the ground, Tang Zhibai didn't feel anything. He didn't hit the vital position, knowing that this person would not die. When he hated a person so much, the heart he had honed all these years, really? It's hard to feel any more compassion.

Snow Stuart's lips were slightly parted, and he was extremely surprised. He did not expect that Lin V, who had always been gentle, shot him.

His eyes were so hot that even Police Officer Evans who was behind him couldn't help but notice. He rubbed his hands between his belts, guessing, could it be that Stuart still had a heart for Lin Xu?Although the eldest son of the Stuart family has been courting Lin Su all these years, there are always men and women behind him.

Snow looked sideways at Lin V tenderly. In fact, Officer Evans was wrong. Snow Stuart did love Lin V, but it was a kind of love for a plaything. This interesting prey he had been chasing for more than ten years, For him, it seems that there are thousands of faces, like treasures bound in a cave, digging out layer by layer, and always get novel? Experience.

So he laughed, applauded and said with a smile: "Ah Su, you are really interesting."

Driven by him, the surrounding bodyguards also applauded one after another, and there were even sparse applause among the civilians in the audience.

Little Browning couldn't say anything, panting heavily, moaning and groaning in pain, his wounded thigh was turned upside down, and red spread across a large piece of white tiles.

Earl Browning was anxious and angry, his face turned red from the breath, his son had just been severely injured by them, and then he was ridiculed by Lin Fu, his dignity and self-esteem were double contempt, he choked Neck glared wide-eyed, anxiously said: "Lin Su! Don't bully me too much!"

Tang Zhibai ignored this old thing, "My business is over, Snow, now it's your business."

After finishing speaking, he retreated behind him, sat on the bench, and indifferently did not give them any more glances.

Snow chuckled lightly, stepped forward and said, "This matter originated from a misunderstanding, but I think Mr. Browning Jr. was at fault first. As a nobleman, how could he be so reckless. But everyone has resolved it, Earl There's no need to be angry anymore."

He called the guard beside him, "Why don't you go and get the doctor quickly, and wait for Mr. Browning to bleed out."

What he said blatantly confused black and white, but Snow said it as easily as inviting him to drink afternoon tea.

Earl Browning hugged his son distressedly, covered in blood all over his body. He was so angry that he pointed at the two of them, his arms and fingertips trembling uncontrollably, "You... you, you are just..."

The old earl couldn't even swear any foul words, his swollen face turned black, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't sell the land!"

Snow's smile gradually shrouded in a layer of chill, and even Tang Zhibai frowned. If Earl Browning refused to sell the land because of this incident, then at least there would be a loss between the Stuart family and the Norman family. 30, which is a huge amount.

Sitting on the bench, Tang Zhibai held on to the hollow carved armrest with bad eyesight, "My lord, it was your son who came to my banquet to make trouble deliberately and wanted to massacre civilians. I just used my master's power to teach me a lesson. Do you want to break the contract like this?"

The implication was that Earl Browning wanted to speak loudly, stir up conflicts, and take the opportunity to ask for a price, but he didn't expect that Browning was a fool, and he would make enemies everywhere with insulting words.

Browning grasped this trump card, looked at each other viciously, and snorted coldly: "Even big families like Stuart and Norman don't care too much about us, what should we have? Respect? No, I didn't agree to cooperate with these cheap and inferior pigs at the beginning!"

"You actually injured my son, even if you don't earn this money with you, London is so big, there will be countless nobles who want to bear it!"

The corner of Snow's mouth seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold. He said, "Earl Browning, as a nobleman, look at how miserable you are now. What's the difference between you and those poor bastards? You're not clear-headed? It's better not to talk at this time." nonsense."

Tang Zhibai frowned and glanced at him. He always knew that Snow Stuart was also that kind of absolute blood classist? It can be seen from his contempt and dislike for Louis all these years.

Snow had already threatened Browning when he was in the car, and now he was even more terrified. He lowered his head and looked at the tragic scene? Little Browning, even if Stuart's privilege is powerful, I don't believe that he dared to How did you treat yourself on the spot?

Gritting his teeth, he said, "I will never cooperate with you again!"

Snow chuckled, "Don't go back on your word?"

He stabilized his determination, "You guys are going too far!"

"Very good." Snow said lightly, and slowly took out a silver gun from his pocket. Browning's face was pale, and Snow wiped it lightly, then pointed to his head!

"I'll say three, two, one, and find out whether the land is more important in your heart or your life is more important."

……

Is he crazy?

Tang Zhibai looked at his move with disapproval. Snow Stuart is a reckless person. He can't kill Browning here. Otherwise, even in his capacity, he will be tied up. Go to court martial.

Just as he was about to get up to stop him, Police Officer Evans held down his shoulders and pushed him back to his original position. Tang Zhibai glared at each other, but Evans said with a sassy smile, "I bet no one will die, Brown Earl Ning is not that courageous."

Tang Zhibai looked at Earl Browning, who was slumped on the ground. His legs were weak and trembling, like a shaking sieve. It was funny and ridiculous. Such a hollow, empty bag of wine and food was completely greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Three..." Snow calmly started the countdown.

"No! You can't do this! The law doesn't allow it!" Earl Browning struggled violently on the ground, his face distorted in horror.

Little Browning, who had been shot, was already frightened, trembling as he hugged his father's thigh.

"Two..." Snow ignored it.

Some of the civilians started to make noise, screaming loudly, "Kill him! Kill him!" For them, this was like a once-in-a-century? Judgment Day, fighting for the dignity of the civilians.

Browning was about to go into a daze, but when Snow wanted to say 'three', he was numb all over and ready to agree immediately? Come on!

"Bang one one one!" The gun fired ahead of schedule.

The blood is scattered and the expensive white jade porcelain...