Looking at the two's adorable expressions, the more Liweir thought about it, the angrier he got.
I asked you to go out, but in just a few hours, you've caused me so much trouble.
The feather duster in her hand couldn't help but tighten.
He quickly arrived in front of the two of them.
Underneath the Snow, who was initially unconcerned, looked up curiously when she saw a shadow appear in front of her.
Liweir held a feather duster in his hand and hit the two of them on the head.
The two of them were in a mess.
Fran looked at Liweir with an aggrieved expression.
"Liweir, I didn't do anything. It was all the little brat's doing.”
Fran quickly pointed at the snow with his pinky finger and instantly sold him out.
Liweir gave him another round of beatings, almost turning him into a pig's head.
"Hey! For the next month, you will be responsible for cleaning the place.”
"Do you have any objections?"
Under the snow, he looked at Liweir, who seemed to have become incomparably huge. He was extremely flustered, and he could even see sparks flickering above his head.
Under the Snow hurriedly nodded, indicating that he would definitely clean the house up and make it spotless.
Only then did Liweir let the two of them go.
Seeing that Liweir's anger had mostly subsided, Under the Snow hurriedly took out nine gold coins from his pocket.
With a few clangs, the gold coins kept rolling on the table.
It took a long time for him to calm down.
"Hmm?" Liweir looked at the table.
He was slightly shocked, but he quickly regained his composure.
Under the Snow said excitedly,"
"See, Liweir. I already said that my wine can be sold for a good price.”
"Right? Look at the gold coins on this table that can blind Farron's eyes. Isn't it great?”
Fran looked at the snow curiously.
"Hey kid, didn't you only earn five gold coins from selling wine? How did it become nine?”
"Also, you're the one with pig eyes. Be careful or I'll beat you up.”
Fran was furious. This little brat was getting more and more playful. He used to call him little brother Fran, little brother Fran.
Now, he's even scolding her.
Is this because he can't lift his saber?
Under the Snow looked at him without a care and sat on the sofa like a second uncle.
Crossing his legs, he looked as if anyone who saw him would want to beat him up.
"The remaining four gold coins were taken from that enemy.”
"How is it? Am I very smart?”
Under the Snow raised his head with a smug expression, as if he was asking them to praise him.
With a smack, Liweir's feather duster hit Under the Snow's head.
"Smart? If you were smart, you wouldn't have killed the gendarmerie.”
"In the following days, the two of you should obediently hide in the house.”
"Let's wait until the storm passes."
Hearing this, the two of them could only nod their heads. After all, Lewell was the real boss here.
If she didn't listen to him, she might get beaten up again.
It was just as Liweir had said.
Ever since they killed Nelar under the snow, the few team members who had returned.
They were crying and shouting, just like that.
Then, they reported this matter to the military police regiment.
In the capital.
In a huge house.
One of them had a head full of black hair, but it looked very sparse. He might go bald at any moment.
He looked to be in his thirties.
He had a mature uncle's face and a beard. He was a typical successful person.
He was the current commander of the military police regiment, Neil Decker.
A red table was knocked by his fingers.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
The only thing that could make him think was the matter of killing Nelar under the snow.
Although he did not know much about the underground street, he more or less knew that it was the world of gangsters.
However, these hooligans were too arrogant. They actually dared to kill the military police.
Are you bullying my military police?？
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The more he thought about it, the more he lost.
He quickly got up and clenched his fists.
Moreover, we can't send all of them in. After all, we still have to serve the royal family.
However, even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, Neil swore that he would drag them out of the dirty underground street.
Then, he shouted towards the door,
"Gather!"
After a while, the messenger passed on Neil's words.
There were about a thousand people in the base camp.
They were neatly arranged under the flag of the King's Unicorn.
Neil looked at the group of people, full of energy. He couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
"Soldiers, our member, Nilar, was killed while patrolling the underground street today.”
"Can you guys endure this anger?”
"No!"
The roars of the thousand or so people were deafening and soared into the sky.
The passers-by outside all looked at him curiously.
"Strange, what's wrong with the military police? Are they crazy today?”
Some people shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.
Let's see what the commander of the military police regiment has to say!
Neil looked down with a serious expression.
"Since we can't, then let's set off. We must find the criminal even if we have to dig three feet into the ground.”
"Ten people in a team, split into a hundred teams and set off. Each team will be given two pictures of the criminal.”
The group of people walked into the underground street in a grandiose manner.
The burly men guarding the door were stunned.
What was wrong with the military police today? Did they not take their medicine?
Usually, they avoided this damned place like snakes and scorpions. Why did they come down in groups today?
"It's better not to care about them. Don't provoke them. If you're killed, you won't have a place to seek justice.”
A long-haired man sneered.
However, the corruption of the military police was obvious to all.
It was not that there were not a few arrogant small leaders among them.
A horse-faced man saw that the group of trash guarding the door were smiling.
It was as if he was mocking them.
(Long-haired man: I didn't, don't talk nonsense.）
He led the team and walked up.
Although he was shorter than the long-haired man by a head, his aura was not inferior to his at all.
"I said, trash. What were you laughing about?"
The long-haired man immediately stopped laughing when he heard that. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
"I, I didn't..."
With a slap, the horse-faced man slapped him hard.
" Trash is trash. You even stutter when you speak. Trash, trash, trash…"
The long-haired man was slapped to the ground, and the long-faced man kept kicking him.
He kept cursing.
Seeing this, the long-haired man's accomplices were furious but did not dare to say anything.
Perhaps the long-faced man was tired of beating him up and had vented his anger enough.
He lifted his feet and walked inside.
Only the long-haired man, who was covered in injuries, was left curled up on the ground. He kept swallowing and looked quite pitiful.
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