City Marshal

Lei Ting, who has been tolerant all his life and tolerated like a tortoise, never imagined until his death that his six relatives refused to recognize and kill him. He endured the humiliation, not only did he not escape, but also made him move his head and leave him in a different place. The most painful thing for him was to kill him. He is not Lei's enemies Chu Tian and Shuai Jun.

It was the royal family. He recognized that the person who stabbed the knife was Prince Harry's cronies. At this moment, he remembered what Chu Tian had said. The reason why the allied forces failed in the siege was the prince's concubine's tricks, and Chu Tian was able to find the hiding place of Lei's family because of the princess' leak Lei Ting thought it was Chu Tian playing tricks to sow discord.

Now it seems that the princess is really a bitch.

"Eighteen knives!"

In the Shuaijun British main hall, Dong Wang stood in front of Chu Tian with a face of respect, and said in a low voice: "I personally tested Lei Ting's life and death, and he was indeed dead. There were eighteen wounds all over his body, all of which were bleeding. The knife did it, and his wounded confirmed the identity!"

"very good."

Chu Tian looked at "Shakespeare" quietly, and replied without raising his head: "The princess is so sincere, so let's give Prince Harry some face and send a message to the princess, telling Prince Harry to come out Take a stroll, but you'd better pay attention to your own safety."

"Lian Bubai just wiped out dozens of masters by me..."

Chu Tian showed a smile, and said thoughtfully: "There is no guarantee that he will not play a clumsy game of framing, so you tell that ambitious woman to protect Prince Harry's safety. If the latter is killed by the Lian family, then in order to avoid Dangerous, I will kill her too."

"understand!"

Dong Wang bowed slightly: "I'll arrange it right away."

When Dong Wang was about to go out to do something, he suddenly remembered something: "Young commander, I have already sent someone to secretly watch Nangong Yue, but he has not had any troubles these days, let alone contact Lian Ting who is hiding in the slums." Ting, he also seems to sense the danger around him."

"This is normal."

Chu Tian held a piece of paper, and responded with a calm voice: "If he is an old fox who has been hiding for many years, then he must be a cautious person, and he will not move around at this critical moment, so we need to be more patient. , dispatch reliable brothers to keep an eye on Tingting."

"Anyway, this woman is worthless."

Chu Tian's face was playful, and he pointed at the book: "Let's take her to catch Lian's family and see who will respond. Maybe we can catch a big fish. Of course, if she wants to escape from London, then Let someone take her down, and no matter whether she lives or dies, she will not be allowed to escape."

"Young commander, don't worry, I've already been watched."

Dongwang let out a long breath: "She will never run away." Then he hesitated and said: "But I don't understand, if Lian Tingting is worthless, why does he still keep Lian Tingting? Just ask Nangong It is the best choice to kill more, which can reduce manpower and material resources."

"It also prevents leaks."

Chu Tian raised his head lightly, and replied with a faint smile: "I think, when avoiding an inevitable death situation, Lian Bubai definitely hopes that Lian Tingting will die, but if there is a glimmer of hope, Lian Bubai doesn't mind her living." Come down, after all, that is his most loyal confidant, if you can not die, live."

"Of course, Nangong Yue must have dealt with it."

Chu Tian seemed to have thought of something, and he spoke about the topic just now: "Nangong Yue seems unwilling to conflict with us, in other words, he doesn't want to fight us to the death in London, otherwise, with his strength and family style, even if he can't hit us hard, It can also tear off a piece of our flesh."

"It seems that Nangong has been pampered for a long time."

Dong Wang laughed: "I don't want to fight anymore."

Chu Tian stretched and stood up, shook his head and replied: "It has nothing to do with pampering, it can only be said that Nangong Yue's family has a great business, even if he doesn't think about himself, he still thinks about his wife and daughter, and those big and small businesses! Now, don't worry about it, Dong Wang, you go find him."

"Looking for him?"

Dong Wang was taken aback: "Kill him?"

A smile flashed across Chutian's face, and he picked up some documents and cards on the table: "This is something that Lei Ting entrusted Nangong Yue to invest and manage. You use this pretext to contact him directly, and then integrate the projects that the two parties have cooperated with." Next, I want to see the degree of cooperation between the two sides."

"clear."

Dong Wang smiled knowingly, then bowed and left.

After Dong Wang left, Chu Tian also walked outside. It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Although the sky outside was gloomy, the scenery was still very clear. Standing at the door, Chu Tian took a deep breath, and then glanced at the empty space. A wry smile appeared on his face.

Almost at the same moment, St. Paul's Cathedral.

A majestic middle-aged man dressed in red is standing with his hands behind his back, his loose clothes fluttering in the wind, and the dark clouds moving quickly in the sky make his face flickering, giving him an appearance of being out of the world. Three meters away behind him, there were nine young men in red clothes kneeling.

These red-clothed believers who were usually respected by others looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

"Haven't you found him yet?"

The middle-aged man in red uttered a sentence coldly, without even looking at the disciples and grandchildren behind him: "It's been a week, and you still haven't found the owner of the object? I've granted you all powers of investigation, and even the officials will assist you Investigation, but haven't found the original owner yet?"

"You guys really let me down."

He didn't scold the cardinals loudly, but the words made them extremely uncomfortable, because they are the pride of St. Paul's Cathedral, but now they are being questioned by Cardinal Wolsey, with shame on their faces. Responded loudly: "Bishop, the range is too..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell backwards and flew out.

The cultist in red kicked him over, and the cultist spurted out a mouthful of blood and knelt down again.

"Do you want to say that the scope is too wide? Or are there too few clues?"

The cardinal spoke lightly. His voice was not loud, but the howling mountain wind did not cover it. Every believer felt that their hearts were beating with the rhythm of Wolsey's words. The drum of sound is booming in the depths of the soul.

All the believers couldn't help showing pained expressions on their faces.

"Bishop, give us another three days."

A cardinal is well aware of the character of the bishop. He is the one who dares to kick down the stairs even Prince Charles. Instead of trying to win the sympathy of the bishop, he should work hard to complete the task: "We guarantee to find the original owner of the object, as long as he is still alive London, we'll bring him..."

"Bastard!"

The cardinal snorted, "Yes please!"

"This is the most honorable guest, so honorable that you can die."

Nine powerful believers bowed their heads together: "Understood."

At this moment, a text message flooded into the mobile phone of the head believer. He carefully took out the mobile phone, and then said with a touch of joy: "Someone happened to see that little object in a video. He is an ornament of an oriental boy. We Immediately retrieve his image data."

The cardinal nodded and waved his hand: "Go."

When the cardinal was reprimanding his followers, there was a roar at the entrance of a flower shop in London. The silver-haired old man was smoking a pipe, and then shouted at a man: "After searching for so many days, haven't you found the master yet? How many people can there be in the UK? 6000 million people!"

The scolded man smiled wryly: 6000 million!Although the population of the UK is only equal to two Taiwans, and they have official power in their hands, it is really like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a boy with glasses in a short period of time, not to mention that the silver-haired old man only lets them look for it secretly.

The old man was afraid that Chutian would be snatched away, so there was no fanfare in the visit.

"Prince, we are already looking for it."

The man remained respectful: "As long as he is in the UK, I can find him."

"Give us another three days, and the Royal Guard will definitely find him."

The silver-haired old man puffed out a puff of thick smoke, lit his pipe and hummed to the middle-aged man: "Saxon, that's what you said, if you don't find that kid in three days, I'll send you to Cambridge University to study until You need to recognize a thousand oracle bone inscriptions before you can graduate..."

Saxon's face changed, and he immediately picked up the phone: "Let the royal guards work in three shifts, and find out the Dongfang boy no matter what."

Just kidding, reading oracle bone inscriptions makes life worse than death, and tolerates thunder like a tortoise all his life. He never thought until his death that his six relatives refused to recognize and kill him. What hurt him the most was that it wasn't Lei's enemies Chu Tian and Shuai Jun who killed him.

It was the royal family. He recognized that the person who stabbed the knife was Prince Harry's cronies. At this moment, he remembered what Chu Tian had said. The reason why the allied forces failed in the siege was the prince's concubine's tricks, and Chu Tian was able to find the hiding place of Lei's family because of the princess' leak Lei Ting thought it was Chu Tian playing tricks to sow discord.

Now it seems that the princess is really a bitch.

"Eighteen knives!"

In the Shuaijun British main hall, Dong Wang stood in front of Chu Tian with a face of respect, and said in a low voice: "I personally tested Lei Ting's life and death, and he was indeed dead. There were eighteen wounds all over his body, all of which were bleeding. The knife did it, and his wounded confirmed the identity!"

"very good."

Chu Tian looked at "Shakespeare" quietly, and replied without raising his head: "The princess is so sincere, so let's give Prince Harry some face and send a message to the princess, telling Prince Harry to come out Take a stroll, but you'd better pay attention to your own safety."

"Lian Bubai just wiped out dozens of masters by me..."

Chu Tian showed a smile, and said thoughtfully: "There is no guarantee that he will not play a clumsy game of framing, so you tell that ambitious woman to protect Prince Harry's safety. If the latter is killed by the Lian family, then in order to avoid Dangerous, I will kill her too."

"understand!"

Dong Wang bowed slightly: "I'll arrange it right away."

When Dong Wang was about to go out to do something, he suddenly remembered something: "Young commander, I have already sent someone to secretly watch Nangong Yue, but he has not had any troubles these days, let alone contact Lian Ting who is hiding in the slums." Ting, he also seems to sense the danger around him."

"This is normal."

Chu Tian held a piece of paper, and responded with a calm voice: "If he is an old fox who has been hiding for many years, then he must be a cautious person, and he will not move around at this critical moment, so we need to be more patient. , dispatch reliable brothers to keep an eye on Tingting."

"Anyway, this woman is worthless."

Chu Tian's face was playful, and he pointed at the book: "Let's take her to catch Lian's family and see who will respond. Maybe we can catch a big fish. Of course, if she wants to escape from London, then Let someone take her down, and no matter whether she lives or dies, she will not be allowed to escape."

"Young commander, don't worry, I've already been watched."

Dongwang let out a long breath: "She will never run away." Then he hesitated and said: "But I don't understand, if Lian Tingting is worthless, why does he still keep Lian Tingting? Just ask Nangong It is the best choice to kill more, which can reduce manpower and material resources."

"It also prevents leaks."

Chu Tian raised his head lightly, and replied with a faint smile: "I think, when avoiding an inevitable death situation, Lian Bubai definitely hopes that Lian Tingting will die, but if there is a glimmer of hope, Lian Bubai doesn't mind her living." Come down, after all, that is his most loyal confidant, if you can not die, live."

"Of course, Nangong Yue must have dealt with it."

Chu Tian seemed to have thought of something, and he spoke about the topic just now: "Nangong Yue seems unwilling to conflict with us, in other words, he doesn't want to fight us to the death in London, otherwise, with his strength and family style, even if he can't hit us hard, It can also tear off a piece of our flesh."

"It seems that Nangong has been pampered for a long time."

Dong Wang laughed: "I don't want to fight anymore."

Chu Tian stretched and stood up, shook his head and replied: "It has nothing to do with pampering, it can only be said that Nangong Yue's family has a great business, even if he doesn't think about himself, he still thinks about his wife and daughter, and those big and small businesses! Now, don't worry about it, Dong Wang, you go find him."

"Looking for him?"

Dong Wang was taken aback: "Kill him?"

A smile flashed across Chutian's face, and he picked up some documents and cards on the table: "This is something that Lei Ting entrusted Nangong Yue to invest and manage. You use this pretext to contact him directly, and then integrate the projects that the two parties have cooperated with." Next, I want to see the degree of cooperation between the two sides."

"clear."

Dong Wang smiled knowingly, then bowed and left.

After Dong Wang left, Chu Tian also walked outside. It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Although the sky outside was gloomy, the scenery was still very clear. Standing at the door, Chu Tian took a deep breath, and then glanced at the empty space. A wry smile appeared on his face.

Almost at the same moment, St. Paul's Cathedral.

A majestic middle-aged man dressed in red is standing with his hands behind his back, his loose clothes fluttering in the wind, and the dark clouds moving quickly in the sky make his face flickering, giving him an appearance of being out of the world. Three meters away behind him, there were nine young men in red clothes kneeling.

These red-clothed believers who were usually respected by others looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

"Haven't you found him yet?"

The middle-aged man in red uttered a sentence coldly, without even looking at the disciples and grandchildren behind him: "It's been a week, and you still haven't found the owner of the object? I've granted you all powers of investigation, and even the officials will assist you Investigation, but haven't found the original owner yet?"

"You guys really let me down."

He didn't scold the cardinals loudly, but the words made them extremely uncomfortable, because they are the pride of St. Paul's Cathedral, but now they are being questioned by Cardinal Wolsey, with shame on their faces. Responded loudly: "Bishop, the range is too..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell backwards and flew out.

The cultist in red kicked him over, and the cultist spurted out a mouthful of blood and knelt down again.

"Do you want to say that the scope is too wide? Or are there too few clues?"

The cardinal spoke lightly. His voice was not loud, but the howling mountain wind did not cover it. Every believer felt that their hearts were beating with the rhythm of Wolsey's words. The drum of sound is booming in the depths of the soul.

All the believers couldn't help showing pained expressions on their faces.

"Bishop, give us another three days."

A cardinal is well aware of the character of the bishop. He is the one who dares to kick down the stairs even Prince Charles. Instead of trying to win the sympathy of the bishop, he should work hard to complete the task: "We guarantee to find the original owner of the object, as long as he is still alive London, we'll bring him..."

"Bastard!"

The cardinal snorted, "Yes please!"

"This is the most honorable guest, so honorable that you can die."

Nine powerful believers bowed their heads together: "Understood."

At this moment, a text message flooded into the mobile phone of the head believer. He carefully took out the mobile phone, and then said with a touch of joy: "Someone happened to see that little object in a video. He is an ornament of an oriental boy. We Immediately retrieve his image data."

The cardinal nodded and waved his hand: "Go."

When the cardinal was reprimanding his followers, there was a roar at the entrance of a flower shop in London. The silver-haired old man was smoking a pipe, and then shouted at a man: "After searching for so many days, haven't you found the master yet? How many people can there be in the UK? 6000 million people!"

The scolded man smiled wryly: 6000 million!Although the population of the UK is only equal to two Taiwans, and they have official power in their hands, it is really like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a boy with glasses in a short period of time, not to mention that the silver-haired old man only lets them look for it secretly.

The old man was afraid that Chutian would be snatched away, so there was no fanfare in the visit.

"Prince, we are already looking for it."

The man remained respectful: "As long as he is in the UK, I can find him."

"Give us another three days, and the Royal Guard will definitely find him."

The silver-haired old man puffed out a puff of thick smoke, lit his pipe and hummed to the middle-aged man: "Saxon, that's what you said, if you don't find that kid in three days, I'll send you to Cambridge University to study until You need to recognize a thousand oracle bone inscriptions before you can graduate..."

Saxon's face changed, and he immediately picked up the phone: "Let the royal guards work in three shifts, and find out the Dongfang boy no matter what."

Just kidding, reading oracle bone inscriptions is worse than death