Guilty Records

"In this world... Many little policemen don't seem to be willing or forced. They just follow the orders from above." Neil shrugged.

Louis held the newspaper in one hand while drinking rum, and didn't care about his subordinates puffing away. He didn't speak until everyone finished their chattering and arguing and looked at him, wanting to seek the final order. It’s just a group of minions, waiting for me? There are other arrangements.”

"But, the civilians in the Clinton District are not allowed to touch anyone, and those who have such thoughts are killed directly. Neil, remember, if you don't respect each other, you can't be friends."

"Yes, Mr. Anjou." Neil stood up solemnly and nodded respectfully. He knew what to do.

Louis tapped his fingers on the table with a series of rhythmic and crisp sounds. The rum glass was placed next to his hand. The magnificent office of the bar seemed like a casino. Anyone who knew him well knew that this was the prelude to a big move. , almost everyone held their breath, waiting for Louis Anjou's instructions.

At this time, the door was pushed open again!

It was Gallet. He walked in with great vigor, and saluted Louis respectfully, "Mr. Anjou, Mr. Ford of the Hill family is here to visit."

Louis has a good memory. He has a good photographic memory. Of course he remembers who this person is. Hearing this, his eyes turned cold, and his smile was half a smile.

The one who knows is Morris, who has worked in the Christie family for so many years and is very familiar with the kinship of these dignitaries. His delicate face is full of sarcasm, "It seems that the Duke of Hill is not sincere? He wants to make a deal. They even sent only one butler to deal with us? "

"Condemnation is greater than perfunctory." After Louis finished speaking lightly, he let Ford Hill in.

The rest of the people retreated when they saw this, and only Morris stayed to make records.

The old Ford came in full dress, neatly dressed, even his hair and boots were carefully selected and taken care of. He wore a black coat with brown bottoms, a bow tie, and a pocket watch chain. He walked in slowly with a top hat and a cane. Old-school aristocratic everyday life.

He was surrounded by members of the Anjou family all the way, and was politely brought into this underground bar, which is actually more appropriate for the club.

The royal family issued a ban on gambling, they dared to openly defy the provocation, there are casinos everywhere, all the way into the walls are full of gorgeous and complicated murals, every inch of space is covered with exquisite paintings and luxury decorations, the center of the hall is decorated with Dazhan crystal chandeliers , the extremely luxurious decoration style made Ford Hill a little surprised, because this is just one of the countless casino bars of the Anjou family.

In the past two years, the gangsters have developed rapidly, and the Anjou family is even more dominant, which has long been beyond the control of the royal family. The royal family is like a rotten root in the soil, which has long been irreparable. The Hill family understands this deeply. Reasonable, that's why there is treasonous behavior, he came out this time, just to negotiate.

On the one hand, it is to warn the Anru family not to interfere in their business, and on the other hand, it is to find out.

Duke Hill has always looked down on these humble people, how could he condescend to set foot in such a place?

Wanting to investigate and warn the gang, Ford Hill had no choice but to come here, and he was also reluctant. He didn't want to set foot in this slum at all, and the sour smell might dirty the soles of his shoes.

The ruler of the Anjou family is a young man named Louis Anjou. Newspapers have never dared to write about him. To the outside world, this young man who can help a gang rise is very mysterious. Ford knows that he can get involved People at this step will never be simple people, and I heard that Louis Anjou is vicious and vicious, so he will not have a little compassion? He is definitely a crazy person who is vicious and decisive, so? Ford has always thought of Anjou in his images. He's a bearded brat.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him was well dressed, with exquisite facial features and a pair of deep green eyes, just like a face bestowed by God. The man's shoulder-length hair curved in an elegant arc, his expression was cold but his gestures were extremely elegant, as if The reincarnation of Aphrodite? The appearance of rebirth.

Appreciating such an elegant person, Ford froze for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Louis Anjou?"

Louis nodded indifferently, "Good morning, Mr. Ford Hill."

At this moment, Ford came to his senses. What he said just now seemed stupid and rude. He felt ashamed, ashamed and a little angry, so he stretched out his hand, "I didn't expect that! You are such a humble and polite person."

The two shook hands, and Louis invited him to sit down.

Every move was watched by Ford. He knew the details of life, and etiquette could not be cultivated overnight. He did not expect that the ruler of the Anjou family was also a descendant of nobles. He squinted a pair of shrewd eyes, knowing that this place is not messy. He felt a lot more relaxed, but at the same time, he was also very contemptuous. As a descendant of a nobleman, he had to come out and do such despicable things...

Originally thought they would respect each other? Understood, but the conversation that followed was beyond Ford Hill's expectations, making him very "unhappy".

After a few words of politeness, finding that Louis Anjou didn't answer his words, Ford simply straightened his face and stated the purpose directly. Respond after speaking.

Ford's heart was full of anger, but he found that Louis Anjou was very good at controlling the rhythm of the negotiation. Although he didn't speak, a few words could deflect the two people's topics. Even if Ford wanted to get angry and took the opportunity to blame, But he couldn't find an excuse, because although Louis said little or even perfunctory wine tasting, seemingly inadvertently, but? He listened very? Accurately, and he could respond every time he finished speaking.

Ford felt as uncomfortable as a dumb man eating coptis, he couldn't find a "justice" excuse, and he couldn't completely turn his face on the territory of the Anjou family.He is not a person who can bear grievances. He has always been highly respected. He is used to being served by others. No young man has dared to prevaricate him like this.

An hour later, Ford Hill's face darkened, and he said coldly, "It seems that we and Mr. Anjou can't reach a consensus. The Anjou family is determined to intervene in this matter to the end, and it's not good to get along peacefully. Is it?"

Louis shook his glass leisurely, without looking at him, "Mr. Ford came here to warn me? Louis Anjou is here."

Ford was completely furious, slammed the table and cursed!

"Recently, the police have always seen black slaves in and out of the Clinton area. This is a well-documented fact! Do you still need me? Take a photo on your desk, so you can admit it?! Louis Anjou, you are in business, don't hold your hands Stretch too far, and the city of London is not yet your world."

Louis was not affected by him at all, and said indifferently, "I? Never invited the Hill family to be a guest. The Duke sent you to my house. You came, and I? I also warmly entertained you. Now you have to convict me of a crime? , Excuse me for such a rude behavior? Unacceptable."

Morris also looked at him sarcastically, with a half-smile, "Mr. Ford, even if there are slaves from your family in the Clinton area, the Hill family doesn't take care of them strictly, and the road is open to everyone. We always stop people when they come. Can't stop, don't we? We want to learn from the Hill family, blocking the roads in the same way? Heh..."

What the two said was a great insult to Ford, and every sentence condemned him as a rude and low-end animal. What was even more embarrassing was that Louis even allowed his subordinates to slander him, and Ford Hill blushed with anger!He patted the table and stood up, shaking his fingers and throwing down his hateful words, "Okay...very good, me? I want to see how long the Anru family, who have become monks halfway, can be so arrogant!"

Morris stood up and covered his finger pointing at Anjou, his eyes contemptuous.

Ford looked around coldly, snorted before turning and leaving.

The delusional negotiation broke down. In Morris's view, this dialogue, which cannot be called a 'negotiation' at all, has no possibility of success from the beginning.

After the person left, Louis habitually groped his fingers a few times, and said expressionlessly, "Let Richard pay attention to the behavior of the police station."

Richard was a policeman who was born in the poorest slums. The Anjou family paid for these gifted children to be able to read and eat well. Finally, they were given the surname of Anjou and sent to various political institutions to work secretly for the family.

This is what Anjou arranged for Neil to carry out when he was still in Stirrer College. Now it has achieved results, the family scrutiny is strict, and these grateful children are also very reliable in their work.

"Yes, sir." Morris was very respectful, and after thinking about it, he asked again, "Do you want to tell those people to restrain their movements?"

In fact, from the very beginning, some people smuggled slaves into this area to hide them, and Neil Patrick had already discovered that after reporting to Anjou immediately, Anjou ignored it, which was a kind of tentative code.Seeing that the Anru family did not intervene, the man's actions became more and more serious, until the movement was so obvious that it attracted the attention of the police department.

Louis picked up the newspaper, looked at today's anecdote, and said lightly, "No."

The business of the Ayer family does not conflict with them, and such a confrontation is really unnecessary loss, but Morris knows that Mr. Anjou has his own reasons for doing so, and he is afraid that he is playing a big game of chess.

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On the other hand, old Ford was in a state of exasperation on the way home!

No one dared to provoke their family like this!

Because of close relatives, the queen trusts and relies on them very much, causing the entire royal family to respect them, flattering and begging people who want to lift shoes in front of them, they can form a circle around the city of London, and a mere pigsty The Mudblood who ran out actually insulted him by riding on his head.

There was a sinister look in Ford Hill's eyes...

When I returned to the manor, I saw that the butler was so angry that he couldn't suppress it, and the servants who were tidying up the house and gardening were so frightened that they knelt down!He didn't dare to raise his head, didn't dare to breathe out to welcome him back, but Mr. Ford caught a glimpse of a kid blocking his way somehow, and kicked the skinny kid in the chest!

Rough and vicious, he kicked the man into the grass pile!Scared everyone again? Some people trembled with fear, as if seeing a ghost. The child looked like twelve or thirteen years old. He was hungry for a long time, malnourished, and his development was not perfect. Hill looked coldly and contemptuously, "Give me the useless things? Clean them up so they don't dirty the floor."

Several male servants stepped forward to clean up skillfully, without dragging their feet at all.

The eyes of the slaves lying on the ground were numb, and they did not react even if their lives were dying before their eyes. After dozens of years of suppression by force, the anger and anger had long been smoothed away.

After hearing his report, Duke Hill in the room was furious.

How could someone despise the authority of the Hill family like this!

The author has something to say: sisters, I'm already speeding up

I always want to write it all at once every day!

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