After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 138
The young man cupped his hands and said with a smile: "This general, everyone in the yamen, you have worked hard, please go this way. This woman blackmailed me in the street, you have to take her away and teach her a good lesson."

Everyone listened to him distorting the facts, turning black and white, and the pot exploded with a "boom".

The woman on the ground cried: "Ordinary people's lives are worthless. My husband was beaten to death by him, and I was kicked by him. Now I am the one who blackmailed him. God, open your eyes and see..."

The people in the innermost circle started to quarrel first.

"It was he who killed the husband first, and then injured the lady. I saw it with my own eyes from the beginning to the end!"

"I saw it too!"

"I also saw from the beginning to the end that he killed first and hurt others later."

"That's right, the members of your patrol team used to take benefits secretly and ignore human lives, but today you accepted bribes in public to confuse right and wrong!"

Someone raised his fist and shouted: "It's not fair! It's not fair!"

Most of the onlookers were ordinary people, or monks with relatives who were ordinary people, and there were also many monks like Li Qingmeng Xia Shu who had a sense of justice.

At this time, everyone was furious, and they raised their fists and shouted together: "It's not fair! It's not fair!"

The man with the scar didn't expect everyone to be so excited all of a sudden, he pulled out his knife forcefully: "Whatever you shout, if you make trouble again, they will all be arrested and locked up in the city defense department."

Seeing the boss pull out his sword, the team members behind him drew out their own swords one after another.

There was a moment of silence, but only for a moment.

There was a thin old woman in the front row who seemed to be pushed from behind and bumped into the man with the scar.

The old woman screamed, raised her bleeding arm and shouted: "The city defense department is killing people in the street!"

The sharp voice was heard far away, and the crowd suddenly became agitated. Some people wanted to retreat, and some wanted to squeeze forward.

There were a few ascetics in the front row, who stepped forward and surrounded the man with the scar, and someone shouted: "Officials of the City Defense Department hurt people in the street, bent the law for personal gain, disregarded human life, and must be severely punished!"

Seeing that there were monks upholding justice, and some common people who had always endured bullying, they all pushed forward angrily and began to yell at this opportunity.

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, some ordinary people hated the patrol team, and even took advantage of the crowd, they secretly threw a few small stones at them.

But because the strength was not strong, it fell on their armor and rolled down again, causing no harm.

In the front row was an old man who practiced calligraphy. He immediately took out a writing brush and a long strip of white cloth from his storage bag. Immediately, several people helped him hold the strip of cloth and asked him to write with a brush.

I saw a big line written on it: the city defense department hurt people in the street, bent the law for personal gain, disregarded human life, and must be severely punished!
Those people pulled up the cloth strip, raised it above their heads, raised their fists with the other hand, and shouted the contents of the cloth strip hoarsely.

While shouting, he walked to both sides of the road, directly across the road, blocking the entire road.

Then continue to shout and walk forward.

A few people followed behind and shouted to the crowd: "Let's go to the city lord's mansion to petition!"

Immediately someone responded: "Yes, there are many people and strength, let's petition together!"

The crowd surged forward, and they all moved forward, raising their fists and shouting along.

Someone started and soon others joined in.

But the patrol team wanted to stop it, but was surrounded by a group of ascetics.

The old man who wrote the notice said to Scar's face: "Please, please, don't go there together. Whether you cause a city change or they sue the city lord, you will have to go again."

(End of this chapter)